Gay Hockey Books Novels & Stories

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

“I’ll have a large hot chocolate with extra whipped cream paired with some scones and jelly doughnuts with extra sugar coating please.” Something warm and irritating settled in my stomach immediately as my head snapped up, only to meet a pair of stormy grey eyes staring back at me and of course flashing with mischief. I stared at him, surprised, and it took me a moment to find my words as he had caught me off guard. “What are you doing here?” I hissed through clenched teeth, almost rumpling the menu in my hand. “I thought you had practice.” “Wow. Someone certainly sounds thrilled to see me,” Ryder Hayes stood at the other side of the counter with a hockey bag slung over one shoulder, and a g

She said that she wanted some now, and he said that it was bedtime, and she said that babka was breakfast and that breakfast was for morning, and he said that was logical, and I laughed. He went to tuck her in again, and I stayed in the kitchen and cleaned up the plates, and when he came back he was holding a book that Lily said was for me. He handed me the book, and it was a children's book about a hockey player and a baker who became friends, and inside the front cover Lily wrote in wobbly letters that this is you and Daddy and that she drew a picture of us holding hands.

Just send me a message request mentioning the title of the book and I'll reply, that way it will be faster. My F******k name: Authoress Gaelly

Or the time Damien had caught me on my arched back with Cassians shorts placed on my nose just at the brink of my climax with his name on my lips. It wasn’t just embarrassment but the fact that they had both acted like it didn’t mean anything. So no, I absolutely didn’t care who he was smiling at when it wasn’t me. The Thorne twins were in the center of the hall, Cassian laughing at some joke only he and Damien seemed to understand. Why were they acting so fucking…casual… like they didn’t care that I was leaving for Toronto in a few days or perhaps I just couldn’t admit to myself that whatever I was feeling was one-sided.

Mom: "Day thirty-one; Jim has finished high school and can now work the entire weekend at weights and that other odd training. His father modified some plastic kitchen gloves. Now, it fits over his private parts. With the round weight attached by the unused fingers of that glove, the glove served to put pressure on Jim's manhood. When he said that it didn't work, I noted in my guide that he had to be hard for it to work. When Jimmy protested that he couldn't do his 'thing' with me there, I told him to relax and turn around. I closed my eyes and reached around, feeling for it for the first time. I found it and gave it a few tugs; he moaned in pleasure, murmuring 'oh mom, oh mommy, yes...' I i

It’s freaking me out and it’s turning me on and it’s freaking me out because it’s turning me on. He stops reading just as the characters move on from spanking to screwing. “What do you have to say for yourself, young woman? Doesn’t that sound foolish, read aloud?” He’s not just scolding me. He’s making fun of me, too. Great. I roll my eyes. “Daddy, it’s just a book. I like it, and besides, Tom Clancy would sound just as dumb if I did a dramatic reading.” He takes a step forward, and then another, taking over my personal space. I’m surrounded by his cologne, the leatherywoodsy one that’s like Essence of Grown Man, and I know I ought to back away, but instead I’ve grown roots into the rug.

Blonde hair dripping water down his broad and hairy chest, high cheekbones, and lips sculpted in a sexy bow. Zane?! My brother’s bestie! My school’s ex hockey star! And my fucking first crush! “What the fuck?” I gasp, coated finger slipping out of my body, and shame hugging me in thick goosebumps.