Ice Hockey Romance の小説・ストーリー

They whispered when they thought he wasn't listening. “Captain is extra pissed today.” “Probably still mad about the loss.” If only they knew the real reason. Across town, Jaxon was doing the exact same thing with the Storm Hawks. He skated up and down the ice like something was chasing him. His ankle still hurt a little from the game, but he ignored it. Every time he closed his eyes during breaks, he saw Zane's shocked face after the kiss. He kept waving it off. It was nothing… he thought. Just a stupid mistake, leftover anger from the game.

"Can I ask you something random?" "Sure." Isla takes a sip of her own coffee. "You know how everyone talks about Liam and me being this romantic story?" I keep my voice casual. "Like fate bringing us together or whatever?" "Oh yeah." Isla grins. "It's like the team's favorite love story. Second only to Coach Reeves and his wife, maybe." "What exactly do people say about it?" I ask. Isla shrugs. "Just that it's so romantic how Liam was watching you play hockey before you even knew he existed. Like he saw your potential and helped you get to Bloodfang where you belonged. It's sweet."

His patience was thinner than the ice we trained on. Before I could even find the words, Isaac’s chair creaked. Slowly, deliberately, he set his pen down on the folder and looked up, his expression so flat it could’ve been carved from stone. “This is not a romance novel, Coach Lila. It’s competitive figure skating.”

"He shouldn't have put his mouth on yours. Listen carefully, I hate Brian. I hate this hockey team. And I especially dislike Jayden." My eyebrows lift. "Why?" "Because I don't trust hockey players." "Seems like you've made up your mind about them." "Your boyfriend is a hockey player." "Ex-boyfriend." "Exactly." I can't argue with that logic. Unfortunately. "Look," she says more softly. "Maybe he's a decent guy. He just shouldn't hurt you. And... I gotta go. I love you so much. Text me okay?" I nod. "I love you."

It was filthy, slightly gross, but so unbelievably hot that I couldn't tear my eyes away. Ryder leaned up over me, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth, but I didn't care—I kissed him back with desperate intensity, tangling my hands in his dark hair. He rolled us over to the other side of his massive king-sized bed. “Come here,” he murmured softly, gripping the hem of his hockey jersey. He pulled the shirt up over my head, leaving my bare breasts completely exposed to his heavy gaze. I didn't even feel embarrassed—my mind was still swimming in the aftermath of my climax.

her gaze drifted over me, and the slightest hint of smirk tugged at her lips, “fix you.” “May I remind you that I’m not broken, ice queen.” I decided to change the nickname since she had a huge problem with ‘princess.’ Besides, Ice Queen fit her so much better. “My hockey skills just need a little touch up, and after that I’ll become a pro.” “Ouu ice queen. I like that one.” Harper wiggled her brows at her. “A pleasure to meet you queen of the ice.” She bowed her head, drawing a low chuckle out of me.

Ice hockey is one of the most brutal sports you can participate in. We nod with understanding and take our respective places on the ice. The whistle blow, the cheering and foot pounding in the stands is deafening. I look over to the glass and it hits me in my chest so damn hard, I feel as if I am winded that my girl, Immi is not there. I know she can’t be but fuck it hurts. And then I see her, fucking, damn Luna. How the fuck did she get a place right at the front in our special box are?

Marielle's POV “Victory! Victory!“ The cheers of the crowd echo through the rink. The college ice hockey team—the Blackridge Ice Wolves—has just won the tournament that qualifies them for the championship that will take place in the next four months and yeah… we are celebrating. The ice hockey players pull off their jerseys—revealing their sexy abs and tattoos—and wave them in the air while sliding across the ice. Despite my weight and the tightness of my cheerleading uniform—a short blue pleated skirt with a white shirt—I jump for joy, waving the pom-poms in my hands. I’m not only excited for the victory, but also excited because… finally, my mate—Rylan Ward, prince heir of the Blackridge P

Liam growled, thrusting harder. Her body broke apart, climax tearing through her in a violent rush. She screamed as her release flooded around him. Liam kept pounding into her, chasing his own pleasure. When he came, it was with a guttural groan, his seed spilling deep inside her. Hannah, flushed and breathless, kissed Isabel’s lips tenderly, then moved lower, her mouth finding Liam’s cock and cleaning him with soft, loving licks, completely unaware. As Liam collapsed beside Isabel, Hannah curled against his chest, sighing happily.

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”