Romance Novels About Hockey Players Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But this time, he was alone. This fracture was between him and Gunner. And they were the only two that could mend it. It ran deeper than hockey for Khyle, though. He could admit to himself at least that he genuinely wanted Gunner to respect him, to like him, to trust him. Khyle knew the bluenet was capable of being charming and friendly. Regardless of his animalistic good looks, how else would he have had so many women crawling into his bed? Gunner had regular conversations with his other teammates that didn't end in bickering or a bloodbath, and Khyle found himself wondering what it would feel like to have a kind word or a pat on the shoulder from the enforcer, or someth

He added after a few beats, and I almost didn’t hear because of how almost full his mouth was. “Oh,” I literally heard Ryder’s teasing tone from here. It was kind of scary how I’d gotten so used to hearing it, actually. “So it’s about your girlfriend.” “Not really.” Clint hissed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve never really been into playing hockey from the beginning. The sport seems a bit too rough for me.” “Yes, it is rough,” Ryder admitted, “but it can’t be that bad.” “Nah, it can be that bad. I have friends who’ve broken their arms and busted their knees from a hard fall on the ice.”

“Hailey! Where have you been? I was looking all over for you!” I forced a smile, tugging her along. “I… uh… I’ve been busy.” She tilted her head, chewing her bubble gum. “You know, I have a date for prom. What about you? Someone special?” I shook my head quickly. “Nope, not me,” I said, forcing a casual tone. Lilly smirked. “Hmm… I heard you’re now dating the hot hockey captain.” My eyes widened. “W-What?! Where did you hear that ridiculous thing?”

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

Rylan's POV I am suppose to be at the College, preparing for the training later today but instead, I come home to pick up my favourite hockey stick. The hockey stick is old and weak.. but it is precious because Beta Hale gifted it to Lucien and I years ago when we first learnt how to play hockey.

“And I did my homework.” I cross my arms. “Is this revenge on you?” “No,” he says. “This is protection. For me. And maybe… justice for you.” Justice. The word tastes dangerous. “I won’t sleep with you,” I say flatly. He doesn’t flinch. “I didn’t ask you to.” “I won’t pretend I’m in love.” “Good,” he says. “I don’t want a lie that deep.” “I won’t let you rewrite who I am.”

When I turned around, Juno was leaning against the fence, arms crossed, watching me with that look, the one that still made my knees weak. “What?” I asked, wiping my hands on my jeans. She pushed off the fence, walked over slow. “Just thinking,” she said, sliding her arms around my waist, “how a year ago I married a hockey player who couldn’t keep his hands off me.” “And now?” “Now I’m married to a farmer who still can’t keep his hands off me.” She went up on her toes, kissed me soft and slow. “And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” Cassie fake-gagged from the barn door. “Gross. I’m going inside before you two start making out in front of the goats again.”

“Let’s get this over with.” She leaned forward and the blouse gaped more. “So, Zane. The fans are dying to know. A man like you, rich, famous, built like that, why no girlfriend?” I stared until she shifted. She tried again. “Rumors say you’re getting serious with Sophia Lang. That you two are engaged? Care to comment on that for the fans?” I leaned forward slowly. “Let me explain something. You’ve been tugging at that blouse since I walked in. Either button it or stop pretending this is about hockey.”