Breakaway: An Accidental Marriage Hockey Romance (Sinners on the Ice)

Closing the door to the apartment, I’m met with total silence. It’s not what I expected after getting home from our seventh win in a row. Excitement bubbles inside me, and pride warms my veins and makes me feel good.

Where is my wife? I didn’t think she had plans tonight.

I walk further inside, taking my phone out of my pocket and dialing Nevaeh’s number. Right as I’m about to press the phone to my ear, I hear her phone ringing in our bedroom.

Okay, she’s definitely got my attention.

“Malyshka?” I say and push open the door to our bedroom. The view my eyes land on makes my mouth water and all decent thoughts vanish.

“What took you so long?” Nevaeh asks breathlessly, fucking herself slowly with one of her toys, a pink rabbit vibrator. We got it for her a few weeks ago, before I left for my away games. She said she felt lonely without me and needed something new to try. Little did I know that trying new things also meant me getting a call on FaceTime while she pleasured herself. I never came harder from watching than I did that time with her.

“Well, we won.” I walk into the room and close the door behind me. “The guys wanted to celebrate.”

“I wanted to celebrate too,” Nevaeh murmurs, driving the vibrator deeper into her pussy. “Had to be creative, since my husband wasn’t here.”

I swallow my saliva, because damn if she doesn’t remind me of the most delicious dish on the menu at some fancy restaurant. With her round, perky tits and pebbled nipples and her beautiful cunt glistening with her wetness, she drives me absolutely insane, making me reckless. Unhinged, even, if I think about all the things I’ve done and want to do with her.

As I get rid of my clothes, I keep my eyes on the prize. On my wife, who continues fucking herself with her toy, moaning louder with each new thrust. When I’m fully naked, I climb onto the bed and sit in front of her with my hand wrapped tightly around my dick. Enchanted, I watch her give herself an orgasm, drinking her in from her beautiful face to her toned legs. My heart thumps so violently in my chest, it’s keeping me from breathing properly.

“Are you going to come for me again?” I whisper, slowly pumping my cock. “Let me watch, Malyshka.”

Nevaeh looks at me, her eyes hooded with desire. Her parted lips call out to me any time I hear the sweetest moan escape them. Reaching between her thighs, I cover her hand with mine and flick the button. The rabbit ears start to massage her clit as I urge her hand to move faster.

“Oh God, Roman!” she cries out, her legs closing in an instant. But I press my other hand on the inside of her thigh and hold her open for me. Relentless, I drive her vibrator deeper and faster inside her. I don’t even need to pump myself; my dick grows so hard, even my balls tighten. “Don’t stop…please, don’t stop.”

A few more minutes, and she’s a goner. Arching her back, Nevaeh closes her eyes and comes, her body trembling. As slowly as possible, and mostly just to mess with her, I pop the vibrator out of her pussy and turn it off.

“I’ll never get tired of this view…” I say, crawling closer and nestling between her legs.

Dipping my head, I take her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it and then biting it. Again and again. I cup her tit with my palm and play with it, stroking it as I continue my assault on her rosy buds.

Moya devochka⁠1. So fucking mine.

Slipping my dick through her slit, I slowly push the tip of my cock inside. Inch by inch, I let her get used to it. Her wetness makes me slide deep quickly, and when I feel her clench around me, I pull out.

“No, baby, not so fast,” I taunt her, grabbing her legs and raising them up to her ears. She gasps as I spit on her pussy. “You didn’t want to wait for me; that’s fine. But I’ll make you wait for your orgasm.”

I tap her cunt with my dick, making her jerk forward. Gliding it up and down her folds, I let it slip inside her and start thrusting, picking up my pace little by little. Nevaeh moans, chanting my name louder with each dip of my hips. I’m powerless against her charms, my dick feeling hotter the further it slides into her.

“Look at you, Nevaeh. Taking me so good, so full of me,” I praise her, my balls slapping against her skin as I bury my dick to the hilt. “Perfect.”

My own release is looming, but I refuse to give in, and I pull away again the second her walls squeeze around me.

“Roman, please,” Nevaeh whines as I let go of her legs and sit on my ass. “I want to come.”

“Good,” I tell her, smiling. “I want you to come too.”

She scowls, narrowing her eyes at me. Pushing herself up, she sits up and then climbs onto my lap, guiding my dick inside her pussy.

“God, you feel so good,” she whispers, winding her arms around my neck. I palm her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh. A faint smile crosses her features when she bends down and seals my lips with hers. Pushing her tongue inside my mouth, she kisses me ravenously and slowly starts to ride me.

I slide my hands up her sides until both of my palms are full of her tits. Playing with her nipples, I squeeze and tug on them, making her whimper and then moan in pleasure. Hiding my face in her breasts, I flick my tongue over her puckered nipple, sucking it into my mouth and then moving to the other. Her head lolls back as I sink my teeth into her sensitive skin.

Nevaeh moans, moving up and down on my cock, rotating her hips each time her pussy sinks deep onto my dick. I grip her waist, helping her move faster.

“Just like that, Malyshka,” I coo, my eyes falling closed as I feel my release approaching. “Come all over me…”

Riding me harder, Nevaeh rubs her clit against my pelvis. She’s so desperate in her desire to come that it makes me smile. My girl is craving my dick, just like I crave her pussy. Day and night. Every day of every fucking week. If I didn’t love hockey as much as I do, I would spend all my time fucking her. It’s my favorite thing in the world.

“Oh my…Oh my God, Roman; I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck…Your pussy…” I’m out of breath. Nevaeh groans, and the next thing I know, her nails are dragging down my back, probably leaving marks all over my skin. “Oh fuck…”

Her cunt clenches around me, pulsating hard over my dick, choking it. She comes, her orgasm crashing down on her, but I don’t let her stop. With my hands on her hips, I keep pushing her to move faster for me. Up and down, even breathless, she continues to ride me, her body becoming sweaty.

My lips are ravishing her neck, licking and nibbling on her skin. My release is so close that my mind becomes foggy. “I love your fucking pussy, Nevaeh,” I confess in her ear, and I swear I feel her tighten around me again. “Give it to me. Come with me…”

I lift my hips up and down as she continues lowering herself deeper and deeper on my cock. With her name on the tip of my tongue and her walls suffocating me after her third orgasm, I shoot my load inside her.

A minute later, breathing hard, we both fall onto the covers. I turn my head to look at her, and she does the same, a blissful smile on her lips.

“I came four times in an hour,” Nevaeh whispers, her fingers tracing my bottom lip. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Of course you do.” I catch her index finger in my mouth and suck on it. “We’re going to fuck again so I can make you come a few more times before I fall asleep with your tight little ass pressed to my groin.”

“My little ass…your groin,” she murmurs as I kiss her fingers. “Do you want to try anal?”

“With you, I want to try everything. I want to own every fucking part of you. Including your ass.”

“I’m all yours, Roman.” Nevaeh smiles as she sits up, her fingers combing her hair. “Sorry, the bathroom can’t wait any longer.”

She jumps off the bed and strolls to the door, swaying her hips on her way out of the room. I prop my head on my knuckles, my eyes glued to her figure. The image of her hand pops into my mind as I hear the bathroom door closing. She’s all mine, and she’s my wife, but there’s no ring on her finger. And that really doesn’t mean anything, because a ring doesn’t define a relationship. But I quickly realize that I want her to have one.

Because she’s my happy ending.

Hate is always louder than love. Whether it’s coming from other people or something we impose on ourselves. It has the power to destroy everything good, leaving only ruins of self-doubt.

Banishing hate is really fucking hard, because it’s so much easier to let it consume us. To believe what others say, to let it dim our light. Or, in the case of self-loathing, to just let it win.

But sometimes fighting is worth it. Especially if we have someone special who loves us no matter how sharp the broken pieces of our hearts are. No matter how much darkness we carry inside. They stay, fueling us with light and giving us a reason to live…and to fight for our happiness.

Only love can conquer hate.

And Nevaeh proved that to me when no one else could.

My love for her is wild. It’s unpredictable and unexpected. She gives me all the feels, and there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about her. Like the sweetest oblivion, she makes me lose myself in her and with her.

Ona moya Malyshka⁠2.

Moyo Solnyshko⁠3, who’s always ready to share her warmth with me, especially on days when grief takes a hold of my heart.

My Nevaeh.

She’s the only one I’ll ever need.

NEVAEH

“Where are we going?” I ask Angie as we get in the backseat of Drake’s car.

“It’s a surprise,” she says and meets her fiancé’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We need your help with something.”

“My help?”

“It’s impossible to do this without you,” Drake chimes in, looking over his shoulder. “Just relax and enjoy the ride. It won’t be long.”

Furrowing my brow, I glance between Angie and Drake and start to chew my bottom lip. Are they getting married? It seems like a possibility. Why else would they say they couldn’t do it without me? But where is Layla? And Maya? No way Drake would want to get married without his sister and his niece. Ugh, guess I’m totally wrong.

“What is Roman doing?” Angie half-turns to look at me, both of her hands resting on her baby bump. She’s seven months along, and she’s as beautiful as ever. Her dark brown hair spills over her shoulders, her deep green eyes sparkle, and a sinful smile plays on her lips.

“He’s with Colt at Clay’s place, playing FIFA. They have some sort of tournament, from what I know.” I smirk and peer at Drake. “Why don’t you ever join them?”

“Waste my time on video games? No thanks. I’d rather read.”

“And what are you reading now?” I hook one leg over the other, listening to Drake tell me about the new detective series he just started.

He’s incredibly sweet and kind, and I’m so happy Angie met him. He’s her perfect match, and she blossoms with him by her side. They’re just so cute, I always feel like a little girl when I’m with them. A fairy-tale princess and her Prince Charming.

When the car stops and we climb outside, I frown. What are we doing at Thompson’s?

“And where is this surprise?” I ask, knitting my eyebrows together.

“Inside,” Angie replies and takes my hand in hers. “Come on. You’re gonna love it.”

“Right now I don’t,” I mumble, letting her guide me. I’m more skeptical than anything, but when Layla opens the door, my jaw drops. “What is this?”

The first thing my eyes land on are rose petals. Pink, red, and beige, they cover the floor, paving a path from the front door to the patio. Arching an eyebrow, I look at Angie, but she only smiles broader and urges me further into the house. Layla and Drake’s voices become quieter as Angie pulls me into the bedroom on our left.

“Angie, what’s going on?”

“Surprise!” she exclaims and nods her head to my right.

I turn to look, and my breath hitches in my throat. A pale pink wedding gown lies on the bed. A fitted bodice with twisted rose detailing and a beautifully layered tulle skirt draw my attention, and I can’t look away. It’s the one I noticed in one of the magazines Angie bought when she was looking for her own wedding dress two months ago. I told her that if I ever had a wedding, I would want to walk down the aisle in something like that.

“How…?” I sneak a glance at Angie, and she just smiles. “Is this for me?”

“For you,” she confirms. “You’re getting married today, Nev.”

Tears spring to my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip hard, trying not to let myself cry. Angie notices it, steps closer, and hauls me to her, hugging me as tight as her baby bump allows. I wrap my arms around her and hide my face in her neck, inhaling her perfume and feeling warmth flow through my body, her energy fueling me with happiness.

“Your husband thinks you deserve a real wedding, with your closest friends surrounding you and a beautiful dress that makes you look like a princess,” she whispers. “Roman planned everything; he just asked us to help him with a few details. He’s amazing, Nev. That man has it bad for you.”

“He is,” I giggle, and she leans away with one eyebrow arched. “And I have it bad for him too. We are hopelessly in love.”

“I’m so, so happy for you.” Angie steps back, taking my hands in hers. “Let’s get you ready; your husband is waiting for you.”

Hearing her say that sends a thrill of excitement down my spine. The thought that Roman did something like this for me makes my heart go wild. Every day I think it’s not possible to love him more, and every day he proves me wrong.

He’s the lyrics I hear in every song about love. He’s the words of affirmation I read in romance novels. He’s not the thought that crosses my mind on occasion—he’s all I think about during the day and in my dreams. He’s my entire world, and instead of being scared, I welcome my feelings and let them guide me.

Because I know it’s exactly what I am for him too.

Stepping out of the house with Angie by my side, I can’t stop smiling. Colton and Ava with Michael and Meghan, Layla and Maya, Drake and Clay, and even Kai. They are all here, clapping and cheering, but the second my eyes meet Roman’s—everything else disappears.

Such a handsome man. My husband stands under an arch covered with roses from top to bottom. He’s in black pants, and a white shirt hugs his broad shoulders tightly. A crooked smile lights up his face, and he runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes never leaving mine.

Once I get close enough, Roman extends his hand and takes mine in his. My eyes water as I stop by his side. A sudden nervousness washes over me, and my legs become wobbly. Getting married when I was blackout drunk was so much easier, because right now I’m ready to faint.

“I know that we’re technically already married. And I know that maybe this is all unnecessary. But…I really wanted to see you in a beautiful gown.” Roman leans into my ear. “And more than that, I really want to see my ring on your finger. It was kinda bugging me that you didn’t have one.”

“So technically this is all because of a ring?” I ask jokingly, the butterflies in my stomach making me all giddy.

“It’s all because of you, Malyshka,” he whispers. “For you, I’d do absolutely anything. No limits, no rules. You and your happiness are all I care about. So please, be a good girl and let me put the ring on your finger.”

“Anything you want, Roman,” I say, and we turn to the wedding officiant, ready to get married all over again.

Laughing to myself, I walk down the hallway, a bit light-headed from all the champagne. It’s been several hours since Roman and I got married again, and a platinum wedding band with a full circle of diamonds sparkles on my finger. The atmosphere is light and full of happiness, and yet I can’t wait to get home.

I’ve waited far too long to thank my husband for this surprise. My desire just keeps growing, and soon I don’t think I’ll have it in me to keep it to myself. He’s way too addictive. I can’t stay away.

I pass the living room, automatically glancing inside. I take two steps forward, and then I stop abruptly. Astonished, I gape at two people kissing in the darkness of the room. A smile lifts my lips, and I quickly tiptoe away, heading straight to the patio. I feel like a little kid who just discovered a secret she wasn’t supposed to know about.

Roman notices me first, a raised brow and a half smile gracing his features as he watches me head toward him. I let him pull me to his chest, his arms wrapping around my waist and holding me close.

“What is it?” he asks quietly.

I inch toward his ear and whisper, “I think I saw Layla and Clay kissing.”

His smile grows bigger, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “If that’s true, I’m happy for them.”

“You think I should⁠—”

“No. I know Angie is your best friend, but please don’t tell her. It’s not your secret. Let them figure it out on their own.” Roman glances at Drake and Angie, who sit at a table with Ava. “Without Drake’s involvement.”

“Fine, you’re right.” I sigh, relaxing into his embrace.

Standing here, with Roman’s strong arms wrapped around me, I feel content. Happy and loved. Without really knowing it, he made one of my childhood dreams come true. I never wanted a big fancy wedding with lots of guests and an expensive venue. A small, secluded one, with just my closest friends in attendance, was something I always dreamed about.

And Roman made it reality. For me.

He’s my favorite place, where I want to be on good days, and even more on bad ones, because being with him makes everything bad go away. He makes the impossible feel possible, and I just know that I can achieve anything with him by my side.

My husband is the most beautiful man, with the most charming smile and eyes so alluring I never know how to stop looking. I love everything about him—his looks, his voice, and his mind, but more than anything I love his soul, in all its brokenness and imperfection. Because it makes him perfect for me.

A long time ago, I thought a perfect love story was what I wanted, but it turns out the imperfect one is exactly what I need.

Because this love story is ours, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

1 Моя девочка. — My girl.

2 Она моя малышка. — She’s my baby girl.

3 Моё солнышко — My Sunshine