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A Forbidden Love Hockey Romance

by Andie Bale

Logan Mantei is waiting for his big break. As a third line hockey goalie, that could take a while. But, if nothing else, he is patient and ready to put in the work. He is also fully committed to his real-life love story. Unfortunately, the woman he’s crazy about is also the team owner’s daughter. That will be his downfall.

Elizabeth Brown is living her dream life. She is about to finish her master’s degree, and she has the perfect boyfriend. The only problem is that she can’t share him with the world. As a player on her father’s hockey team, he could lose his position if their relationship came to light. When he gets traded to the Austin Aces, she sees an opportunity, and she seizes it.

Chapter One

Logan

Six Months ago

“Truth or dare?”

I smirk at the way Elizabeth looks at me when she says that. The little twinkle in her eyes makes it obvious that she is up to no good.

“That’s a tricky question, Lizzy,” I tell her. “I want to say truth, because I don’t have anything to hide…”

“But?” She hops in place while clapping her hands together.

I take a couple of steps forward until I am close enough to kiss her. The difference in our heights has never been more obvious now that she is wearing flats, but I don’t care. I want to pick her up and carry her with me everywhere I go.

“But I can’t ever resist your dares,” I confess.

I bend my head and touch her lips ever so lightly with mine, pulling back when she is ready to give me more. In the last few months that I’ve known her, I’ve found that she loves being teased. And I absolutely love teasing her, secure in the knowledge that she wants me no matter what.

I met Elizabeth Brown at a charity event organized by the hockey team I presently play for, the New York Sliders. She didn’t know who I was when we first started talking, which didn’t surprise me in the least. After all, as a third string goalie, I barely had any play time. Besides, I’d just got picked from the minors when the second stringer, Jared Anderson, scored the top goalie position. That’s after the former top goalie on the team took a leave of absence.

The attraction between us was instant, threatening to make us spontaneously combust unless we did something about it. However, the proverbial bucket of ice-cold water was thrown over my head when I connected some dots and realized that she was the daughter of the Sliders’ owner. That threw a wrench in my newly found enthusiasm, which I tried my hardest to rationalize.

There was a clear clause in my contract stating that relationships with anyone from the staff were prohibited. There was a zero tolerance in that regard, and there was no way around it. Any proof showing that a player had a relationship with an employee that was anything other than professional would automatically place said player on waivers, or, worse yet, send them straight back to the minors.

With that said, Elizabeth Brown was not employed by the Sliders organization. That meant that we were not breaking any rules. However, I was still too new to the team, and I didn’t want to jeopardize my future in any way.

After a very long and meaningful talk, we both agreed that we should keep between us whatever we had, at least for a while, and only until we became more serious.

Now, it is six months later, and I am so in love with this girl, I would walk through fire for her. My gut tells me that she feels the same about me, and I am ready to say the words. It will be a huge step, and it will take us to the next level. But seeing the excitement in her eyes every time she looks at me confirms to me that we are heading in the right direction.

“I can’t resist throwing dares at you,” she whispers against my lips.

She stares into my eyes for the longest time, and I suddenly notice a glimpse of hesitation right before she looks away.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” she answers, maybe a little too fast.

“Lizzie,” I sigh. “I can tell something is bothering you.” I bring my fingers up until I can touch her face, running my thumb up and down her delicate jawline. “Tell me, baby.”

She looks at me, then glances away again. When she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, I resist the urge to do the same to her. Being patient never frustrated me in such a way that I feel like I am about to crawl out of my skin. What if she is about to break up with me?

This is ironic, considering only minutes ago I was thinking that we’re in love and that we’re ready to confess our feelings to each other.

“We’ve been together for a while now,” she finally says, and my heart can’t take the tension. “I have feelings for you.” Her voice is shaky now, matching the exact pattern of my heartbeats. “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me the same, Logan.”

She sounds like she’s chastising me, and I can’t help the chuckle escaping my lips. That only seems to infuriate her, though. She tries to take a step back.

“I think you just told me everything that I need to know.”

“Wait!” I grab her by the hips just in time. “I don’t know what you think you know, but if it is what I think it is, you’re dead wrong.”

Elizabeth’s eyes fill with unshed tears. “Stop teasing me like this.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby.”

I bring her body flush against mine, but she’s not having it. She pushes at my chest, trying really hard to get away from me.

“Lizzie,” I laugh again. “Listen to me.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and refuses to meet my eyes, making me want to grab and kiss the shit out of her.

“I love you, you weirdo,” I finally tell her when I see that she’s too stubborn to look at me, completely misreading my amusement.

“What?” she gasps in shock.

The smile now dies on my face. “Wait. I thought … you said … I mean.”

“Ha!” She pokes me in the chest, laughing. I guess it’s her turn now. “That’s for being so bad at expressing your feelings.”

“How am I bad at it?” I argue. “I just told you that I loved you!”

She places both hands on my shoulders and gives me the biggest grin. “And I love you, too, Logan.”

I shake my head at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Believe it or not, I was just thinking about telling you that I was in love with you just as you started pouting.”

“Who was pouting?” She places a hand over her chest, feigning shock. “I never pout!”

Unable to resist her anymore, I bend my head and press my mouth to hers, the tip of my tongue already breaking the seal of her soft lips. She doesn’t even try to pretend like she wants to fight me. Instead, she sighs into me, allowing me to take complete control of the kiss.

I blindly take a step back until I feel the wall at my back. We are inside the locker room at the arena, where I came for an extra skating session. She snuck in after my two teammates I skated with took off, so it is just the two of us.

Elizabeth pulls her head back just enough to grin at me.

“This feels like the forbidden fruit.”

I inhale a couple of times as I try to regulate my breathing. “What does?”

“Us,” she says. “Being in the locker room like this.” Her laughter fills the empty space. “My father would have a conniption fit if he ever found out.”

All amusement is out of my system now. I don’t take any of this as lightly as she does. Unlike her, I have a lot to lose if we get caught. I can’t afford to lose my contract with the Sliders, and going back to the minors would be a huge step back in my career.

“Hey.” She cups the back of my neck with her graceful fingers. “I hope you know that I was only joking. This is not how I’d want my father to find out about us.”

My heart beats a mile a minute now. Thing is, I don’t want her father to know about us at all, ever. That presents a huge problem. How can we still be together but not get our families involved in any way?

“Let’s get back to kissing,” Elizabeth chuckles nervously. “We’ll have all the time in the world to talk about the rest later.”

While not all the instant stress has left my body, I do feel a sense of relief, even if I know it will be short lived.

“Yeah,” I whisper against her lips. “Let’s get back to kissing.”

My back still rests against the wall as I wrap my arms around her middle and pick her up, bringing our mouths closer together once again.

The tip of her tongue peeks out from between her lush lips right before she licks at them nervously.

“I love you,” she tells me, her face a mask of serious worry. “I promise,” she adds, like I wouldn’t believe her words.

I give her the biggest grin, hoping that it’s reassuring enough. “Show me,” I tease.

There is no hesitation in her moves when she pushes herself higher in my arms until she can easily touch her mouth to mine. This time, when her tongue comes out, it makes direct contact with mine, making us both moan in pleasure. I suck on it gently, my arms squeezing her tighter with every second of gentle pressure that I apply to it.

With each move I make, her hips grind just a little harder against my erection. I’ve been hard for her from the moment I first saw her tonight, but now, with my hands on her body and my tongue in her mouth, I’m not sure I can think of anything other than getting inside her, sooner rather than later.

“Logan,” she moans into my mouth. “I love you.”

I breathe her in as if my life depends on it. “I love you, too, Lizzie.”

I need more of her, and the position we’re in doesn’t allow for that. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I glance around, wondering if the floor would be too offensive for her to use.

“The bench,” she whimpers, reading my mind correctly, running her fingers slowly through my wet hair.

I take a couple of steps to the bench that’s right in front of my locker. In fact, my jersey is hanging in there, and my bag is right underneath. I straddle the bench, bringing Elizabeth down with me, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist.

“I want to see you naked,” she whispers just as her fingers grab onto the bottom of my T-shirt, then yank it over my head.

I love it when she gets aggressive like this with me. It’s only when we’re about to have sex. Outside of it, she is the sweetest and gives this air of being docile, which I also love, mostly because it’s like she saves this side of herself just for me.

The way her eyes widen when she takes in my bare chest is causing my cock to stir in my pants, even more than before. She sinks her teeth gently into her bottom lip, making me want to do the same.

With a sudden move, my hands yank at the soft material of her top before pulling it over her head. Elizabeth’s shiny hair falls down her shoulders, and the soft light coming from the lone lightbulb I turned on earlier makes her look like an angel.

“I want to see you naked, too,” I say and wink at her just as my eyes drop to her naked breasts. No bra. My brain is going to explode.

That is the last conscious thought I have before dropping my mouth to her chest. Her small nipples are begging for my attention, which I am more than willing to give to them.

“Logan,” she gasps in shock when I push her down on the bench, her legs still wrapped around my waist.

After some maneuvering, I take off her stretchy pants and underwear, not even paying attention to where they land when I throw them over my shoulder.

Hovering over her, I kiss and suck down her neck, making my way down her chest until I get to in-between her breasts. My eyes roll to the back of my head when I lick the perfect flat spot right in between them.

“You taste so good,” I groan.

I push her small breasts together, trying my hardest to give them both the same amount of attention. I lick, and suck, and bite, with each action her chest coming up higher off the bench while her legs clench harder around my waist.

The heat I feel coming from her pussy is like a siren’s call to my cock. It wants to get in there in a bad way, to the point where I can’t think straight.

My hands let go of her breasts while my mouth continues having its way with them. I run my fingers down her sides, enjoying the way her skin breaks into pebbles with each slow move until I reach her hips. My thumbs rest on her hipbones, fitting perfectly around her, as my lips make their way down to her belly button, then lower yet.

With each new spot I reach, I can feel how restless she gets. What we’re doing is nothing new, and she knows I am about to lick her clean before fucking the lights out of her. But there is a new underlying passion there, which I can only assume is coming from hearing her telling me that she loves me. It changed things somehow, like everything is the same while also being different.

I lean back a little and lift her up to my face, making sure her back and head are resting safely on the bench. I place open mouthed kisses on her mound, feeling her body jerking in pleasure the closer I get to where she really wants my mouth to be.

“Logan, please,” she begs, just like I knew she would.

I don’t get off on hearing her beg, but it sure helps me get into a weird headspace where I want to be with her forever.

My heart beats out of my chest when I pull my mouth away from her just enough to stare her down the length of her body until I reach her eyes. They look like large pools of green velvet, full of promises, and also fear.

“I love you,” I somehow manage to grumble right before I lift her hips back up. This time, my mouth finally makes contact with her opening, her juices instantly flooding my taste buds.

I eat her like the starving man that I am, with all the passion I have in my body and until I can feel her trembling with more need. I know the exact moment when she is ready to let go, and I am ready.

Having already lowered the track pants I’m wearing, my cock is out and begging for attention. With rushed moves and worried that I will miss the best part of her coming, I bring her down from my face. Then, with one smooth move, I pull her upper body to me while slamming her down on my cock.

“Fuck,” I yell into the void when her pussy clenches around me in the most perfect way.

We move together, our bodies knowing exactly what the other one needs. She is squeezing me tight while her face is buried into my neck, sharp fingernails digging into my bare skin. The pain from that draws out the pleasure I feel as I am buried inside of her.

“Here we go, babe,” I groan, fingers clenching her ass hard. I know I am leaving a mark on her skin, which only spurs me on.

Tingles gather at the bottom of my spine, and if I were not sitting down right now, I’d be falling over for sure.

Nothing feels real as I let go. Elizabeth is my only anchor in the abyss I’ve just thrown myself into, and I will die if she ever lets go of me.

I have no idea how long any of this takes, but when it’s over and I am becoming more aware of our surroundings, there’s this feeling of pure happiness pouring out of me.

My exhausted body is now in recovery mode, wanting to shut down for a bit and recharge. I wish we were in a bed so that I could close my eyes and fall asleep with her in my arms.

Elizabeth lifts her head from where she had it tucked into my shoulder. Her skin is glowing, and I’m not sure if it’s from her sweating or from the best orgasm I’ve ever given her, but all I know is that I see pure happiness on her face.

“We’re a mess,” she giggles.

That’s when I remember that her now dry juices must be all around my mouth.

“I love you,” she whispers, moving like she is about to kiss me.

I am about to return the sentiment when something catches my attention. It’s like footsteps outside the locker room, but I can’t be sure. I hold my breath in an effort to hear better, and that’s when I realize they’re getting closer.

Elizabeth jumping off me tells me that she heard the same thing as me. I stare at her naked body, and I know we should be getting dressed, but I am momentarily distracted by everything that is her.

If I lost everything in this moment, it would be worth it.