Jj Mccarthy Hockey Novels & Stories

He was longing for something he did not think he deserved. Mack wanted to tell him that he deserves it, he deserve love and happiness too like every other person experiencing it. But he could not tell him that yet. So he just watched and waited for the right moment and right time. ~~~~~ The game was so intense. Calgary scored first and Vancouver answered. they went back and forth, end to end. Eli was sharp in net, stopping breakaways, controlling rebounds. His glove hand was lightning. Mack played physical, clearing the crease, blocking shots. He took a puck off his ankle and did not flinch.

Now we sat at an outdoor table, the morning sun warm on our faces while they hyped up the opportunity like it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. “This is huge, Ivy,” Jenna said, leaning forward with bright eyes. “Lead PT for an NHL team? That’s career-defining. And Boston is far enough from New York that you can actually breathe without the media breathing down your neck.” Liam nodded enthusiastically, stealing a piece of my bagel. “Exactly. New city, new team, new you. You deserve this. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve a clean slate where people see you for your skills, not for… well, you know.”

On the dirty floor of a hockey rink, surrounded by people who hated me. My fingers brushed the edge of my phone, but Michelle's foot came down on it and kicked it away. "Oops," she said. I screamed... not from pain this time, but from a grief so vast it threatened to swallow me whole. I crawled after the phone, sobbing, begging, my knees leaving bloody smears on the concrete. Someone kicked it again and laughter echoed through the rink. "Look at her. How Pathetic." "You should have though about this day when you made coach cancel all our games! Do you know how broke we've gotten and how we are all struggling to live, huh?" One of the players spat out. "Now the coach should save you, but he i

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

I mouth thank you and place my ass on the stool next to Immi. The guy on my right slaps me on the back, “honor to be sat next to you.” He says. Easily he’d pass for a hockey player, he is huge. The tattoos on his arms run from the ink around his wrists, vining up to his bulging biceps. The tight black tee with a skull on it, hugs his impressive chest tightly. “Names, Jake.” “Good to meet you, Jake. This here is my assistant, Immi. We’re out for a bite to eat before the play offs this weekend.”

The driver's door of the black pickup truck kicked open. A man stepped out into the dim streetlights, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Kieran. He looked like he had driven straight from the team's training facility. He wore a thick, dark gray athletic zip-up jacket with his professional hockey team's logo embroidered on the front. Underneath, a tight, structured training shirt showed the broad silhouette of his shoulders.. But the expression on his face wasn't for the cameras. It was pure, unfiltered violence just like that night

Jake and I moved back onto the deck and sat down. “You have a lot of guts showing up to a San Marco frat party. I guess I can assume you and your friends are also on the Jacksonville State football team, right?” He slapped a hand to his chest in fake surprise. “How did you guess?” I chuckled. “Well, I should warn you now, my brother is captain of the San Marco Tigers, and I start my first year as a JV cheerleader this year for that exact team.”

RHETT The locker room always smelled like sweat, tape, and cheap cologne. Boys shouting over each other, lockers slamming, jokes flying too loud. Same shit every day. I was lacing my shoes when Jake dropped down on the bench beside me, grinning like he’d just figured out the secret to life. “Why you looking so damn happy lately, huh?” He nudged me with his elbow. “Coach finally greenlit you back on the ice?” I smirked, shaking my head. “Nope.”

My stomach dropped. Hockey statistics? I hadn’t looked at a hockey stat sheet in five years. December. Rookie season. Penalty minutes. I stared at him blankly. How the hell was I supposed to know that? Zane hadn’t even made it to the NHL when we were together. I’d watched him play college hockey, but once we broke up, his career had taken off without me. “Forty-two?” I guessed. The assistant shook his head. My heart sank. “No. Sorry. You have one more—”

“Then, don’t get caught.” The bump on his neck moved as he swallowed. “If you get caught, we won’t exact the Alpha’s wrath even if he’s your father.” The reason I was going into the hockey team was to win, but when I reached Maxton College, it was Cameron Vaughan waving at me with a smile, the most sexy smile I have ever seen on his face. Or maybe I was the one hallucinating about it, but Cameron was sinfully handsome. The moment he narrowed his head at me, I had to check myself, I slapped my cheek for smiling so hard at him, and the pants.