Buffalo Warriors Hockey

I wasn’t a keeper. After too many guys treated me like a pit stop, my heart officially went on strike. Getting traded to the Buffalo Warriors was my chance to reset, play hockey, and keep things simple. I was doing great until I ran into a stunning, sharp-tongued lacrosse player outside a bathroom in a bar and forgot how to breathe. Guarded, gorgeous, and entirely unavailable, Luca is everything I shouldn't want. So I offer him the only thing my heart can survive, strictly casual. Two jocks letting off steam.

I’ve spent years as the Warriors’ goalie, holding the line under pressure. But off the ice, my life’s a disaster. After dating too many men who only saw me as an NHL trophy, I’ve sworn off romance—until Brody skates into my life. He’s newly traded to the team, ten years younger, and carrying the weight of the world. I should keep my distance, but every stolen glance, every unguarded smile pulls me in. A playful bet pushes me to take a chance with Brody, though I’m risking more than my heart.

Best friends. Teammates. Totally straight… until a kiss changes everything. Nate (Holky) Holcomb I’ve always been straight. No confusion, no questions—just a long list of hookups with women and a reputation for being the life of the party. But when Mad Dog moves into my house for a while, things start to get weird. Not in a bad way. Just in a “why do I want to kiss him” kind of way. We’re teammates. We’re roommates. We’re definitely not boyfriends. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

As a single guy in professional hockey, my life has been about what you’d expect: hockey and girls, emphasis on the girls. And Logan, of course. He’s my best friend, my teammate, and the person who knows me better than anyone. When a night on the road ends with us in bed, I don’t know how to explain it. I told myself it was a one-time thing, but it happened again. And again. Now I want more. If I admit I’m falling for Logan, what does that mean? Everything changes: my identity, my public image, my entire life. But pretending it’s nothing gets harder with every kiss, every touch.