Novel & Cerita Hot Hockey Players

Hockey family through and through. Jake and I teaching Lily advanced techniques. Crossovers. Transitions. Edge work. "Watch Dad," Alex instructed. "See how he shifts weight? Try that." Four of us skating together. Family unit. Complete. Perfect. Everything. Margaret watched from stands. Jake's father beside her. Both elderly now. Seventies. But healthy. Happy. Together. Sarah and Miguel were there. With twins. Ten years old now. Also playing hockey. Entire generation of hockey players. Legacy continuing.

“Put your fucking pants up and get the fuck out of here.” The boy leans forward. He’s also tall, and athletically built. “Aw, is the big bad Bianchi mad? Relax, man. We’re all just having fun before the real one begins.” Six, no, ten guys behind begin to circle. I don’t even know where they come from, but it all looks planned. They somehow knew Massimo would come here. All hockey players. From rival teams. They’re also not amateurs. Not here for beer and bonding.

Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked. By morning, the morning paper arrived and you won't believe the headlines : “STAR HOCKEY PLAYER ACCEPTS GIRLFRIEND'S PREGNANCY.” Someone should just kill me.

“Fine. Let’s watch a hockey game and I’ll teach you.” I grabbed a bag of popcorn, poured it into a bowl, and then grabbed a couple of cans of soda from the kitchen. Then I pulled up a video of a hockey game on the TV. I pulled her between my legs to sit and then pressed play. “So the fundamental thing you need to know about hockey is it’s just like regular soccer, but instead of a ball, it’s a puck, and you need to get it into the opponent’s net more than they get it into yours. Two teams, six players each. There’s a goalie that guards the net and five other skaters: forwards—they score goals—and defensemen, who stop the other team from getting in and protect the goalie,” I explained.

I'm still catching my breath from the game when I spot my father standing at the edge of the rink in his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the parents in Blackwood hoodies and jeans. Our eyes meet, and he nods. Just once. But it's enough. Pride and approval. The things I've been chasing my entire life, condensed into one small gesture. At least I'm making him proud in something, even if my grades are in the toilet. Which is exactly why I need Summer to tutor me. No matter what it takes. He makes his way through the crowd, and people part for him automatically. Richard Ashford, former NHL legend, current billionaire sports agent. Everyone knows who he is.

HUNTER “You fine” He said as he placed his big hard dick into my asshole I closed my eyes and winced in pain, then he started to ride me, but it was still not the same, nothing was, after him, the man who ruined my life into pieces I had quit hockey and all that I couldn’t even train for the Olympics properly. Anyway…. It’s been four years and I still couldn’t move on It’s been four years, and am married to Jeremy and have a grown ass son

Don’t” The word came out flat. ”Reeve—“ “Please. Just—don’t.” I pushed past her, stumbling back into the hallway where some students turned their attention to me. I’d spent three years in this building—covering hockey games nobody else wanted to write about. Hockey players were all the same. Rich kids who thought rules didn’t apply to them. I’d hated them since freshman year. And Zane Ashford was the worst of them. The captain of the team—star center and NHL draft prospect whose signing bonus would be more than anything I could imagine. The trust fund kid whose father’s name was on the athletics buiding we were standing in.

“Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.” When the door closes, I finally let the breath out of my lungs. So those men… those are the mysterious hockey players everyone keeps talking about. The ones the entire country is obsessed with. The Hyacinth brothers—four of the most talented, untouchable athletes in the world and the most private. No interviews. No photos. Just wins and rumors. If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal.

“And I also think he is targeting me and trying to get me off of the team an-“ I asserted to say again but Ryder cut me off. “Wait, wait…how the fuck do you know all of this?” he questioned suspiciously How fucking else? “The bastard dared to tell me himself. Can you believe that?” I replied. Well, he did tell me about him trying to sleep with Astrid but not about the hockey part but I am certain of it.I thought to myself.

Even though he was twenty six, he's come to achieve a lot more than others that had been in hockey for longer. Some other questions were asked and in a few minutes, they rounded off. It was not advisable to stay on the ice for long, especially if you weren't wearing proper gear. In the middle of the chaos that was going on, I was able to slip away after collecting what I needed from the journalists. “They would definitely have the time of their lives tonight. The hallway to the locker room is filled up with willing babes that would throw themselves at them.” Miss B said with a grimaced look on her face.