I have the lovely Cassandra Carr on the Ranch today! And she’s talking about, what else? Those hot and alpha men–hockey players! Let’s listen. 😉
Have you checked out a hockey player lately?
People have asked me why many of my heroes are athletes (specifically, hockey players). Here are a couple of reasons:
- They’re in great shape.
- They’re alpha males.
- They have money.
- They are (by and large) genuinely nice guys.
Let’s look at those reasons in more detail.
First, hockey players – and all athletes – are in great shape, as shown in the pictures scattered throughout this post. Just to give you an idea, hockey players bench around three hundred pounds during their workouts. And because they do all that skating, they have thighs like tree trunks and asses you could…well, you know where I’m going with that. I don’t know about y’all, but I love a man with a hot bod. What’s sexier than watching your man sweat through a hard workout (especially if you’re the one giving it to him)?
Additionally, hockey players are alpha males. Why do we like alpha males? Because they’re fiercely loyal and protective. Witness what happens when an opposing player takes a cheap shot at one of their teammates: even the smallest guy on the team jumps on that guy’s back and starts punching. A man like this is much preferred in my book than one who’s laissez-faire. We want our men to fight for us and our love!
Athletes have money. As much as the whole “starving artist” mystique lives on and on in our culture, I’d prefer to be fed filet mignon and take awesome vacations. Maybe that makes me shallow, but come on, admit it – filet mignon has it all over tuna fish! First class plane rides are way more comfortable than Greyhound buses, too. Believe me, I’ve tried both.
And last, hockey players are known for being good, down-to-earth guys. I’ll give you an example: there’s an organization called “Right to Play International” that brings sporting equipment and professional athletes to poor areas all over the world. Athletes from many sports are represented, but who leads in participation? Hockey players, by far. From Andrew Ference to Steve Montador to Alexander Ovechkin and Joe Thornton – these guys not only donate money to the cause, they donate their time as well.
So, as you can see, there are a lot of reasons to love hockey players as romance heroes! Why do you like athletic heroes?
Everything Red knew about relationships is called into question when he stumbles upon his roommate Fredrik and his girlfriend Liz going at it hot and heavy and Liz invites him to join them. Struggling with recovering from a knee injury, the young defenseman doesn’t know what to make of his attraction to Liz–after all, she’s his teammate’s woman, right?
As an older player, Fredrik’s been around the rink a time or ten, and he knows he has an awesome thing going with Liz. He envisions a future with her, but isn’t sure how their interludes with Red fit into the long-term picture.
Liz thinks Fredrik’s her forever-guy, but her sudden attraction to Red is causing doubts. The more they play together in the bedroom, the more their outside lives–and emotions– become entangled. When the unthinkable happens, all three must take a hard look at what they want and make some surprising decisions in the process.
The next morning, he was the first into the kitchen. After starting a pot of coffee, he got his customary bowl of cereal and container of yogurt and sat at the breakfast bar. Not long after, Red came stumbling into the kitchen, pushing the ginger-colored hair that had earned him his nickname out of his face and reaching for the coffeepot before it had even finished its brew cycle. Good thing Fredrik had one of those fancy ones that stopped dripping as soon as someone took the pot away or they would’ve had a mess on their hands.
Sitting next to Fredrik, Red mumbled, “Morning,” as if the very word offended him.
Considering how often they had to be up early for practice or games, it was pretty funny how much Red hated mornings. Fredrik usually steered clear of him for the first hour or two, and so he continued to eat in silence as Red slurped his coffee like drinking it was a timed Olympic event. With a shake of his head, Fredrik brought his empty bowl to the sink, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher.
He and Red had agreed at the beginning of the summer that each of them would put their dishes in the dishwasher immediately, rather than letting the dirties gather in the sink and smell the place up. Neither of them was a clean freak, but through the years Fredrik had learned a few tricks that made living with another guy a little easier. Not letting the house become a pigsty was one of them.
Turning, he surreptitiously studied Red. Fredrik wasn’t into dudes, but he’d never understood why Red didn’t get more play from the ladies. He was a good-looking guy. Besides the red hair, which women seemed to think was adorable when they did pay attention to him, the kid had green eyes and pale skin dusted with freckles. Due to the nature of his occupation, he obviously had a nice body and was a good guy to boot. So why hadn’t Red had a single date in the time he’d lived with Fredrik? Yesterday’s encounter had proven pretty emphatically that he wasn’t gay, so what was it?
Fredrik shook his head again to clear it. Liz wasn’t up yet, and Fredrik had to admit he was curious about how the other man would react to seeing her again. Red continued to slump in his barstool, mainlining caffeine, and Fredrik left the house briefly to grab the paper. He’d just set it down on the breakfast bar when Liz made her appearance wearing one of his T-shirts, and, if Fredrik’s guess was correct, nothing else. What was she playing at? She was practically flashing the poor guy. He settled in to watch the show.
After grabbing her own cup of coffee, she set it on the counter next to the pot and then hopped up beside it. Long expanses of her shapely legs were front and center, yet she was keeping her thighs closed tight, something Fredrik was grateful for since he wasn’t in the mood to do CPR on his teammate after the kid had a heart attack.
Fredrik knew the second Red was aware of Liz’s presence. His back straightened like a rod and he stared into his coffee cup as if it held the answers to life’s great questions. But then Liz shifted so she could pick up her cup, and his gaze got caught on her, his eyes roving up and down her body as she re-settled and took a sip. She made a face and climbed back down from the counter, opening the fridge and adding a dollop more milk to her cup, and Red followed her the entire way. Fredrik had just eaten, but he considered making popcorn. This was even better than he’d hoped. With a surreptitious glance, he saw the younger man had popped an erection and doubted it was typical morning wood. Nope, Liz was into the kid, and it looked like he was into her.
She got back on the counter and swung her legs. “So what’s going on today? I’ve gotta go into the store and knock some heads. My employees aren’t using the new coding system for inventory control I had installed, which pretty much makes it useless. You’d think they’d be more concerned with keeping inventory costs down. I mean, I know they’re not the owner like I am, but when you carry the labels we do, you want to know exactly how much stock you have, right? Anyway, what’re you guys doing?” Liz looked at Fredrik over the rim of her cup, ignoring Red. Fredrik smirked.
The little minx. Man, the signals she was sending were enough to do any man in, but a young guy like Red? If he blushed any more, he’d be his own red-light district. Fredrik figured he was probably picturing Liz in one of the getups she put together for her store windows. She owned a high-end clothing shop, and her window displays were as risqué as possible without getting her in trouble with the local chamber of commerce.
“Nothing much. Red and I both have PT, and then we’re slated to go skate a bit, so we were gonna drive together. Wanna grab some lunch afterward, or will you be at work?”
“I’ve got a bunch of errands to run before I go in. I’m not scheduled today, but I need to be there when my employees are or lecturing them won’t be nearly as effective. Lunch sounds good.”
“I need a shower,” Red blurted out before jumping off the stool and hightailing it out of the room.
“What’s his problem?”
Fredrik sighed. He really did feel a little sorry for his roommate. “I’m pretty sure you were driving him crazy.”
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Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr
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I love athletic men for all those reasons! Thanks for sharing with us Cassandra.