Lgbt Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

I am still the captain of this ice. Two more rogues jumped onto the ice, their faces twisting into furious snarls. They did not like being embarrassed by a human. They charged at Holden at the same time, running fast across the wet surface. Holden did not freeze up. He used his sports training, shifting his weight and spinning to the left just as the first rogue lunged. The monster flew past him, sliding uselessly into the boards. Before the second rogue could grab him, Holden brought the hockey stick down hard, slamming the thick wooden blade right into the rogue’s knee.

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

Sebastian closed his mouth. Dr. Chen pulled out a notebook. "The league is concerned that your marriage is a sham. I'm supposed to evaluate whether you have a genuine romantic partnership or whether you're just exploiting a loophole." She clicked her pen. "So tell me. Why did you get married?" Damian and Sebastian spoke at the same time. "Because I love him." "Because we wanted to play hockey together." They looked at each other. Dr. Chen wrote something in her notebook. "That's a contradiction," Dr. Chen said. "Damian says love. Sebastian says hockey. Which is it?"

"There isn't much time." "Time for what?" His expression remained unreadable. "My mother won't stop until she's convinced this engagement is real." He opened his door before looking back at me.."So until this contract comes to an end..." My breath caught. I had spent years trying to survive in the world of hockey, now I was expected to survive in an entirely different world. One that belonged to Alphas, ome where eve ry mistake would be noticed and somehow... I had the feeling that learning how to become Ryan Carter's future Luna would be far more difficult than learning how to play hockey.

Dinner at the hockey house felt like walking onto thin ice. The long wooden table vibrated with loud voices, clattering forks, and the kind of easy chaos that came from twenty-three guys who had known one another for years. Riot and Tank traded stories that grew more ridiculous with every retelling. Liam flashed me occasional lopsided grins that lingered a beat too long. Ethan, the rookie, kept stealing wide-eyed glances like he still couldn’t believe I was real. At the head of the table, Caleb ruled in silence.

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

The headlines were ruthless: “Thunder’s Captain Lachlan and Rookie Star Rhys Spark Romance Rumors” “First Openly Gay Power Couple in NHL History? Sources Say Yes” “From Ice to Fire: Brooks Rhys and Callan Lachlan Heating Up Off the Rink” I scrolled through them in silence, stomach in knots. The link pulsed with shared tension my anxiety feeding into Callan’s controlled fury and back again in an endless loop. Callan stood behind me, shirtless, reading over my shoulder. His hand rested heavy on my hip, thumb stroking slow circles that were meant to calm me but only made the new dose thrum hotter under my skin.

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.