Hockey Smut Books Novels & Stories

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

“I'm helping Natasha with her fall reading festival this year. She's been holding it for how many years now?” “Eight.” she says, shoving another piece of chicken in her mouth. Some sauce dribbles down her mouth and her tongue traces her bottom lip to lick it off. I'm staring at those lips, dirty nasty, adult thoughts intruding my sanity when Adam taps my leg. He definitely noticed. Game over. I have to pull it together, it's now or never. I need to get done with dinner, get home, take care of my aching dick and I will never have to see this temptress again. That’s the plan. I can do it. When I make up my mind, nothing can stop me. I need to remember, if I can work my ass off not only e

Adrenaline surged—but my focus kept snapping, tugged toward the stands like a damn magnet. Mate, Zach growled, restless. She’s watching. “Shut up,” I hissed under my breath as I stole the puck off a sloppy pass and drove toward center ice. A player slammed into my side. I barely felt it. I passed left, cut right, circled back fast. The game was noise and chaos and speed—but under it all was her scent, faint yet relentless, bleeding into the rink like a curse. Strawberries. Apples. Warm.

He winked at her. If he was my brother, I'd be smacking his head right now, trust me. “How about I have your number? We can hang out and have some fun later…” The other lady said, placing a hand on his chest and winking at him. “If you know what I mean.” He chuckled. “Of course, girls… I would love to.” He took her phone and inputted his number. “Two special seats in the front row for these two beautiful damsels in the next NHL match.”

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Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

Dark hair messy beneath his helmet like a cologne commercial designed to ruin women financially and emotionally. Still an asshole though. “You’re watching this again?” she asked. Ethan finally glanced at her. “This was his hat trick game.” “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me.” “It means he scored three goals in one game.” “Congratulations to him and his violent ice soccer.” Ethan gasped in mock offense. “Did you just call hockey ice soccer?” “Yes.” “That’s offensive.” She bit into her toast. “You know what’s offensive? The fact that this man has rejected me four times this month.”

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.

Dark Romance!!! Warning! 18+ only. This book contains a lot of mature contents, strictly not for under age. If you’re not 18 or over do not open. I repeat do not open. Dont say I didn’t warn you, if you’re opening it, you might want to close your doors. This book contains steamy sex stories that will have your legs quivering and wanting his long third leg plunged between your sweet long legs or your dick hard wanting a warm feminine spot. Have fun but not too much.

“And because it’s easy to disappear in places like that.” Noah shook his head and reached for his phone, but Reid kept talking. “Dude, you’re hockey now, you know that, right? People worship athletes here, especially Black Ice.” He pointed at Noah dramatically. “You walk into Sigma tonight and people will literally move for you.” Noah’s attention shifted slightly at that. People, crowds, money. His eyes flickered briefly toward the drawer. “That so?” he said. “Yeah,” Reid nodded. Noah held his gaze for a second. Then looked away. “…what time?”