Lgbt Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

"Just think about it. The game's at seven. Madison Arena. I'll leave tickets at will-call under your name. If you don't show, I'll understand. But I really hope you do." He hung up before she could respond. That night, Avelina told Martha about the call. "A hockey game?" Martha sat on the edge of Avelina's bed. "What are you going to do?" "I don't know." Avelina stared at the ceiling. "Part of me wants to go. To see if he's really changed. But another part—" "Is scared," Martha finished. "Terrified." "Then maybe you should bring someone with you. For support."

“Do I look like I’m trying to get you into bed?” “Yes,” I deadpanned. “Your face literally says, ‘I want to fucking break you.’” “God, you’re cute. Feisty too.” Travis threw his head back and chuckled. I grabbed the drink from his hand. “I’ll prove to you I’m not a kid.” Bad decision. One drink turned into two. Two into… I stopped counting after four. The world around me grew softer, lighter. My head buzzed, and my cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

"Gwen, seriously, isn't he just the absolute best boyfriend in the entire world?" "Yeah, definitely," I smiled, trying to match her enthusiastic energy. "I'm honestly a little bit jealous." "Hey, you don't have any reason to be jealous of us, Gwen," Gideon pointed out with a laugh, gesturing toward the main campus walkway. "You’ve got Jerome looking out for you." "Yeah, that's completely true," Elodie agreed, nodding her head. "Anyway, I really have to head over to the stadium for practice," Gideon announced, checking his watch. "Our next big hockey game is being played outside of the RavenBane territory, and the date is approaching incredibly fast."

I tell him. I hang up. Get in the car. Start the engine. Drive off into the snowy night. --- Music hits before I even step into the VIP section. Richard grins, one arm slung casually around the girl beside him. “There he is…Clinton Blunt!” Two familiar figures lean against the bar, drinks in hand…Zack and Cody, defensemen from the Woodblock City High hockey team, both already wrapped around girls who definitely aren’t their girlfriends. And then I notice them.

His other hand grabs onto Dylan’s hip and pulls him closer. “you can’t possibly think that a connection to the NHL would change anything about how I feel for you.” “stop thinking with your dick and use that tiny hockey player brain of yours to realize that being with me means everything that everyone in your life wants for you, goes away. when someone like James could easily just take my place and you get that life you’ve worked for” Andre laughs a soft little rumble out of his throat before he kisses Dylan roughly thumb digging beneath his chin and holding him in place where he wants him, smiling into the kiss when Dylan just melts, falling so beautifully pliant when Andre opens him up.

Better than the rich kids who could buy their way back if they fucked up. And now this. Now Damien, with his smirks and his hands and his voice notes that made my stomach flip even when I hated him. Now Jax, showing up like some quiet hero who didn’t ask for anything. I couldn’t be poor and gay at the same time. Not in this world. Not in hockey. Everyone knew the stories , guys who came out, got dropped from teams, lost endorsements before they even started, became locker-room jokes or worse, became nothing at all.

“The way he grabbed you, the way he was in your face, the bags, your dripping hair, all of it! Someone caught the whole thing. It’s on Gossip Grind, ShadeRoom, everywhere! Three million views in two hours, Lucy!” I nearly drop my phone. “Wait. WHAT?! We’re not even dating! What the fuck is going on?” “Oh my God, Lucy,” she shrieks. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your neighbor is Rhett Lawson?!” “Who the hell is Rhett Lawson?!” “A famous hockey star. He's in the NHL, like one of the best of all time!” Freya cackles. My eyes widen. “People are calling the whole thing a lover’s spat. Oh my God—THREE MILLION VIEWS IN TWO HOURS! And the title?” She clears her throat dramatically. “‘Hockey Star

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!”

“That was quite the performance.” “What are you doing here?” I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation. “This is the men’s locker room.” “I could ask you the same thing.” She moved closer, her eyes sharp and calculating in a way that made my skin crawl. “I watched the game, Lucas. I watched you play perfectly for two and a half periods. You were magnificent. And then I watched you throw it all away like it meant nothing.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t you?” She circled me like a predator circling prey. “You deliberately hurt Garrett. You did it on the ice in front of hundreds of people. You did it so obviously that even the coach saw through your pathetic lie about it b