Hockey Obsession: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 76)
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HOCKEY OBSESSION
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 76
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Hockey Obsession
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Irish
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
HOCKEY OBSESSION
My hockey obsession is a little much.
But there’s nothing little about my obsession for the older man on my favorite team.
And when this younger woman goes to the team’s pre-season autograph signing for diehard fans, it’s not hard to notice that there’s one very big statistic they left out of the media guide in regards to his stick.
And although this older man might be the best goalkeeper in hockey history, for the first time ever I think there might actually be a chance for me to score my biggest goal with this rock hard possessive alpha male hockey hero for the first time.
But when the team suddenly asks him to switch positions, on the night of the season opener, to enforcer so their newest hot shot trade acquisition fresh out of college can play, I see the force with which he’ll protect what’s his…including me.
But when he finds out that young hot shot is my very own twin brother, will he give me the cold shoulder forever or show the world for the first time that he’s no longer just a hockey bad boy, but an experienced older man and team player on and off the ice who’s ready to lift the Stanley Cup and toast my brother on his success, allowing my brother to offer up a toast of his own and become my brother’s best friend and my one and only ultimate hockey hero forever?
*Hockey Obsession is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Hazel
Henrik Magnusson.
Goalie for the Gotham Guardians of New York City.
And he’s hot as puck.
And more importantly he’s signing autographs the day before the start of the National Hockey Legion season today at Madison Square Garden, or The Garden as it’s known, in Manhattan starting in ten minutes.
I’m practically running through Times Square to make it the last half mile to The Garden when I suddenly stop, take a step back and see him plastered on a sixty-foot tall billboard…in his underwear.
I close my eyes as I execute the sign of the cross by touching my hand sequentially to my forehead, lower chest, and then both shoulders.
Because hockey is my religion and Henrik Magnusson is my god.
The six foot three inch nearly two hundred twenty pounds of U.S.D.A. choice grade A American male beef.
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bsp; Except he’s not even American, despite being “The King of New York” as he’s known in hockey circles.
I pick up my pace, hurrying to The Garden as I dodge tourists and taxis.
“Watch where you’re going, lady!” one cab driver yells as he honks his horn and slams on the breaks as I dart through 7th Avenue realizing that with traffic moving as slowly as it is it’s faster to just high tail it on the street than use the sidewalk.
I’m already breathing hard just from the speed walking…I can’t imagine how my heart is going to pound when I lay eyes on the Swedish heartthrob.
I can barely think as it is right now, but I know when I see him I won’t even be able to speak.
Which is probably a good thing. What will I tell him?
“Hey, so I have two entire scrapbooks full of newspaper clippings of your big wins. Oh, and I even found a shop in one of the boroughs that sells Swedish newspapers and bought up a couple of copies of those too. Oh, and my brother saw how addicted I was to your games when I was just a kid and then he decided to pick up the sport as well…so you’re pretty much dominating my entire family right now.”
Yeah, that would go over really well…right before the cops would come over and put me in a straight jacket most likely.
But as inspiring as it is that he is the reason my brother picked up a stick for the first time and how much it’s changed his life, what I’m thinking about right now is how much I want to pick up his stick and change my life.
But there’s no way. Absolutely no way.
He’s on the cover of all the hottest bachelor magazine not to mention he’s rich, famous, and has an incredible accent and is literally a male model as well. How lucky can one man get?
And speaking of luck I’d have a better chance of winning the Powerball every month for the next year than I would getting anything more from him than a handshake and a picture…about five seconds of his time before he enters the players only tunnel of The Garden to work on his butterfly style of goaltending the day before the Guardians’ first game.
And it’s it ironic that he made the butterfly style of goaltending so famous. The way he guards the lower part of the net by dropping to his knees as he blocks attempts to score.
Well he sure wouldn’t have that problem with me.
I’d gladly drop to my knees or lie on my back and spread my legs like a butterfly and let him score all night long
Wishful thinking at best.
And it was wishful to think any of my friends would come with me today to support me.
My friends jokingly call me Hazel Puddy, after the Seinfeld character David Puddy…the guy who painted his face to go to hockey games and was a little bit awkward to put it nicely. At least I hope they’re joking, but I’m not sure they would be once they found out I paint my face too…to watch games in my studio apartment.
And just as David was Elaine’s on and off boyfriend, constantly breaking up with her, my friend’s are constantly telling me we need some space too.
And space is what they recommended I give Henrik when I see him today.
But I’m not crazy. Really. I’ve just found the one thing in the world that I truly enjoy and that’s hockey.
And the best in the world at it is him, so of course I’m going to be drawn to him.
But I know there’s no chance anything will ever happen between us, no matter how much I fantasize about it at night…or during the day…or when I dream…or first thing in the morning…or…
CHAPTER 2
Henrik
“Where did that piece of ass come from?” Ryan, my teammate, leading goal scorer, and center says as he looks at the girl standing nervously over in the corner while everyone else gets in line for an autograph for their favorite player.
The security guards are about to move the ropes and the fans will be on us like white on rice, and everyone in the place knows that well over ninety percent of the people here will immediately form a line at Ryan’s table.
“She’s got your number on, captain,” Joffrey says.
“But she won’t have it on after I get her out of that jersey,” he says.
“She does have my jersey on,” I say. I have no idea why but I’m pissed off that they’re talking about her that way. I can see she’s a nice girl and she looks like a real fan, not like some of the women here for Ryan looking to have their tits autographed or pose for some pictures so they can get more likes on social media.
“No way, man. Mine for sure,” he says.
“She’s mine,” I growl. “And she’ll continue to wear my jersey. I guar-an-fucking-tee it,” I add.
“All right, man. Calm down,” Joffrey says as he sees I’m practically ready to fight over the locker room talk that’s going on right now.
And we’re very clearly outside of the locker room, but damn how I’d like to pull her into the showers right now as I run my hands all over that body of hers under the warm water.
She may have a Gotham Guardians jersey on, and those things are boxy, but I just know that underneath she’s a knockout.
And exactly the type of girl I’ve been waiting on my entire life.
What the fuck?
What’s wrong with me?
I’m not waiting on anyone. I’ve got everything I need, and I got it myself. I came over to this country eighteen years ago when I was eighteen and damn did I ever make it. Just like the song, if you can make it here you can make it anywhere.
Then why can’t I stop thinking about making it with her?
She’s got her eyes on me like she’s seen my underwear ad in Times Square. I still can’t believe they chose me over Ryan for that campaign, and I don’t think anyone else could either.
But the joke was on me the day they unveiled the billboard. Apparently the company decided not to compete in the crowded underwear space with images of luxury, prestige, and all that stuff. Their message? Our undies last longer…just like Henrik.
They put one over on the old man, huh? Very fun. Take advantage of the foreigner, but you’ve got to be able to laugh at yourself in this city or else you’ll go crazy.
And it’s true that my career has been a long one, but right now I’m not thinking about hockey. I’m thinking about how I’m going crazy for her.
And I’ve never won the Stanley Cup no matter how hard I tried, but damn if I won’t give it my all to have her as my queen, drinking from my king’s cup together, as the royalty of the NY hockey world.
See guys like Ryan come and go. A new year, a new pretty face.
But goalies that can really stop guys like that on opposing teams are hard to come by, and when you find one that can do it year after year you hold onto him.
Just like I want to hold onto her and her rare beauty.
I can see her hazel eyes from all the way over here. The way she looks at me. And I know she can see the way I look at her.
The way I want her. The way I have to have her.
And there’s no way I’m going to stand by and let my horny teammates say one word about her, let alone try something with her.
She is mine.
“All right, folks. We’re going to pull the ropes back. No pushing. No shoving. Please act like humans. The guys will be here long enough to sign all your autographs so just be patient,” the security guard says before he nods at his colleague and down they come.
And just like the opening bell on Black Friday, a concept that started in my adopted country but has since gone global as it appeals to the basic human emotion of the fear of missing out, all the fans dart toward Ryan’s table and the pushing and shoving begins.
Except her.
Her eyes never come off mine, nor mine off hers, because the greatest fear in the world to me right now isn’t the thought of a two hundred and fifty pound center skating right at me at nearly thirty miles an hour before firing off a shot that sends the puck traveling at me at over one hundred miles an hour.
Not even close.
I fear missing o
ut on a once in a lifetime opportunity…
Her.
And I convey that with my eyes, letting her know I won’t let her go visually, nor will I let her go in any other way.
She’s mine now whether she knows it or not.
I raise my hand from the table while my elbow stays in place. I rotate my hand over with the back facing out before I give her a come hither motion with my first two fingers.
A small preview of what I want to do to her later. One of many things I’m already dreaming of doing to her later…or sooner if I have my way.
She takes a step out of the corner and towards me and then stops.
I make the motion with my hand again, this time nodding with my head as well letting her know that yes, I’m talking to you. There’s no one else in this room that means anything to me when you’re here.
Only you, girl.