Romance Hockey Books Novels & Stories

His mouth crashed into mine before I could even blink, the kiss so deep, so fiercely possessive that it tasted like the adrenaline we’d been running on all morning, mixed with the sudden, terrifying release of a pressure valve that had been screwed down too tight for weeks. I groaned against his lips, my hands automatically tearing at the collar of his hockey jersey, my fingers fumbling with the heavy laces and the thick fabric until I managed to bunch it up over his chest, wanting nothing more than to feel the solid, burning heat of his skin against mine without the barrier of the team colors between us.

Right in front of the world I had built to drag her back to me. A dark, suffocating rage clawed its way up my throat. For months, Danica had been mine. Behind closed doors, in the quiet, shadowed corners of the hockey house, she was the hidden flame I returned to night after night. I hadn't needed to woo her. I hadn't needed to play the romantic games that lesser men played; I was the captain, the dominant force on this campus, and I took what I wanted with a cold, possessive certainty. I thought the raw, unyielding heat between us was an anchor she could never break away from.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

His voice cut through the room. Every muscle in my body stiffened as he looked at me with complete disappointment. "You are so embarrassing. Imagine the whole nation finding out that the wife of Damien Volkov, captain of the Boston Wolves, is so dumb. Sometimes I wonder if your brain is just for decorative purposes." My heart clenched tightly at the hurtful words Damien hurled at me and for a second, I couldn't breathe. Everyone believed Damien kept our marriage private because he wanted to protect me. That was the story people loved. The devoted hockey captain protecting his wife from public scrutiny.

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

Being Rache’s bestie is the best thing that ever happened to me. Her being here makes being back in my home town more bearable. Of course, I have my mother but now there is a whole new level of torture with Blake being here. First, it was because he royally pisses me off. And coming back to my hometown where I grew up, was never really on the cards for me. However, things have shifted and it’s almost high torture to be back near Blake for a different reason. He makes me burn up. My body does weird things and my core tightens every time he is close to me. And I swore when I was growing up here that I would never, ever date a hockey player. Too high maintenance and you rarely get to see them i

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

"He can. It’s rare, and it tears a piece of your soul out, but an Alpha has enough willpower to sever a fated bond if the rejection is absolute. Shawn... he’s completely miserable." "So he's punishing me?" I shouted at absolutely no one. "I asked for space, Mike! I'm twenty-five! I'm human! I'm not some wolf who can just flip a switch and submit to a forty-year-old man just because the Moon Goddess had an idea!" "I know, Shawn. I know," Mike says, his voice incredibly gentle. "And I told him he was crowding you. But you have to understand where Kane is coming from. He’s spent fifteen years holding this pack together, sacrificing everything, waiting for a mate. Then he gets a human. His nephe

Everything about him felt easy. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t hesitate. But he left. The moment he got the opportunity to become a hockey player, he chose it and left me behind. I remembered how broken I felt back then. How I cried for days, how I waited for him to come back, to explain, to say something that would make it hurt less. He never did. That was the moment I started hating hockey. Because to me, it took my love away. I almost forgot Duke was standing there until I felt his presence shift slightly beside me.

He just runs his hands through my hair, like he's a little helpless dog that needs help. “It tends to be uncomfortable, huh?” He tells me, raising an eyebrow. I nod my head sadly, so he just let me fall to the ground. It was obvious that it was extremely cold, so I started screaming, while he just laughed at me. “The ground is frozen. “I tell him trembling. He grabs me tightly and takes me to bed again, where he kisses me passionately; His lips are so fleshy that when I feel them on me, I feel in heaven. His hands pass all over my body, remembering that he can love me, even if it is for a few hours. I wasn't at all disappointed with what was happening I feel completely good doing this.