Ice Skater Romance Book Novels & Stories

I lift her slightly off the ground, spinning her once in sheer exhilaration, her laughter ringing clear and pure in the night air. When her feet touch back down, I cup her face in my hands, thumbs brushing away the single tear that escapes down her cheek. Her skin is soft, flushed, her lips parted and inviting. I kiss her then—deep, unhurried, pouring every ounce of love and relief into it. Her mouth is warm, tasting faintly of the mint gum she chews after skating, her tongue meeting mine in a slow dance that sends heat pooling low in my gut. The world fades—the lights blur, the water's murmur quiets—until it's just us, tangled in this moment. We break apart slowly, foreheads pressed togethe

I scream, my voice echoing off the high ceilings like a desperate animal. The warm-up music dies. Skates scrape to a halt. Every head turns toward center ice where Ryder stands like a god among mortals—tall, broad, helmet off, dark hair messy and damp. That signature cocky grin stretches across his stupidly perfect face as he flips through my private notebook.

I stared at it for one beat too long. “Come on, Winters. I’m not gonna let you fall.” “You can’t promise that.” “I can. I’m very good at this.” “Cocky.” “Accurate.” I took his hand. --- The ice was perfect. Freshly Zambonied, glass-clear, the cold air wrapping around us the moment we stepped through the door—sharp, clean, such a relief after the suffocating heat outside that I exhaled before I could stop myself. Chase skated backward onto the surface with the unconscious grace of someone who’d been doing this since he could walk. Turned. Held out both hands.

The other part—the bigger part—was just tired. “We weren’t dating, Kathleen,” I said quietly. “We were never together. We hooked up a few times. We both knew what it was. Besides, I don't have time with hockey—” Her hands tightened. “You can make time! I don’t mind being second to hockey. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll come to every game, I’ll—” “I don’t like you, Kathleen.” The words came out colder than I meant them to. “I may have fucked you, but I don’t like you. At all.”

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

“I just don’t want you to learn, Tri. I know it sounds selfish, but once you learn, you won’t ride with me anymore, and you will ride on your own.” “I told you that the rink might crack and melt, I lied, and you know that, but you didn’t pry. You thought that you have a phobia. I’m the worse best friend you’ve ever had. I was afraid that someone might ask you out if he sees you ice skating. I like girls who know how to skate. Remember when we watched frozen? You like Emma while I like Elsa.” I glance down at her. I’ve never thought I’m capable of loving someone so much that I can't breathe without her.

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.”

Just us acting dumb on the ice, breathing heavy, grinning like idiots. My legs screamed louder as we kept going, but I didn’t care. Roland’s teasing turned softer, mixed with actual tips. “Loosen up more. Yeah, like that.” His hands found my hips again a couple times, guiding without the heavy pressure. Each touch made my heart race weird. I kept stealing glances at him—sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, that cocky smile that wasn’t so annoying anymore. The rink felt smaller, just us and the sound of our skates.

*** Ryans’ POV A few months later, I took Skylar and Aurora back to the rink. It was empty… the same way it had been that night she said yes. Snowflakes drifted through the open dome, the air cold enough to bite, but the sound of Skylar’s laughter made everything warm. Aurora, bundled up in a tiny pink snowsuit, gurgled happily as Skylar skated slowly, carefully, with her in her arms. I watched them from center ice, heart full of so much emotions. I was the world's most lucky man, I told myself with a sigh full of wonder.

his assistant says as she finishes tying up the laces of some black skates she happened to find. Tentatively, I take to the ice it’s been a hot while and I feel a bit rusty, not to mention my shaky legs like a newborn colt. The air is cold and makes me shiver, I can see my breath as I exhale. His ice blue eyes hold my gaze as I make my way over to him.