Smutty Hockey Books Novels & Stories

There was a seriousness in Nathan's voice, unreadable, just not very pleased. How could that be. This was the Master he cared about most. Tiffany blushed and put on a shy, bashful look. "Mm... I was afraid you'd think a girl like me doesn't understand hockey, so I never dared admit it." That notebook was packed with all my tactical workups, exactly the same as the tactics IceTyrant had given Nathan. She must have snuck a look inside while I was asleep. I bit my lip bloody, forcing down the urge to rush out and expose her.

I murmured and she rolled her eyes but said nothing else on that matter as she pulled into the parking lot outside the hockey arena. “By the way, Zander Cole is coming over to the ring today” She told me and my ears perked up as my stomach weirdly tightened. “Zander Cole? You mean the Zander Cole?” I asked and she chuckled. “Yes, the hockey prodigy and the man who has his face plastered all over your room” She told me and I scoffed. “It's not my room. What is he doing back here anyway?” I asked and she shrugged. “What do I know about hockey? I'm just going there to feed my eyes on the hot men there. I wondered if he looks as delicious as he does in photos. We need to go get his autograph” Sh

What exactly was so important that he had to hide it in there? Giving up on the safe, my attention shifted to a small library in the corner of the room. Unlike the dominating rows of business and law books—which made perfect sense considering he was the heir to the Vance empire—there was one bottom shelf filled with worn-out covers. They were hockey textbooks and strategy guides from when Ryder was in high school. I pulled out a thick hardcover book on the history of ice hockey with a faint smile, imagining how the ice-cold Ryder could be so obsessed with this sport since his teenage years.

The library smelled faintly of old books and coffee, a smell that usually calmed Lila. Today, it did nothing. Her hands were shaking slightly as she pushed open the heavy wooden door. Ethan Ryder was already there. Sitting at one of the long tables, his hockey bag at his feet, jersey sleeves rolled up, hair still damp from last night’s game. He looked… completely normal. Except, of course, for the fact that he was Ethan Ryder. The campus golden boy.

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

I grabbed it, clutching it to my chest, my hands shaking so badly. "Now sit down and eat," Mom said. "We have a long day ahead." I stood there for a moment, trying to make sense of what had just happened. They'd barely even reacted about it. "Why don't you just find something else?" Dad muttered, and I looked at him, confused. "Even that journal nonsense you're doing for hockey athletes. You're so bad at it." "Dad–" "You heard him." Mom picked up her tablet again. "If you're going to have these little hobbies, at least be good at them."

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

[Warning: Mature content. For 18+ readers .] “Get on your knees and beg me to keep your secret.” Kieran has spent years hiding his weakness. To everyone else, he’s the fearless captain of the school’s hockey team, the Alpha everyone admires. But beneath the jersey is a body slowly betraying him. He suffers from a rare condition that makes his pheromones smell like death and leaves him trapped in dangerous heats. If anyone discovers the truth, he could lose his reputation, his captaincy, and everything he has worked for. Then Kieran catches his girlfriend Layla, with Mason, the one player he can never stand to lose against. Their rivalry has always been vicious, but after their explosi

He didn’t try again. Damian’s voice cut through the noise only when it needed to—low, precise, absolute. Every time he skated past me the air shifted. Once his glove settled at the small of my back for less than a second, correcting the angle of my body on a breakout. The contact was professional. The heat it left under my jersey was not. After the final whistle the team cleared in stages. I stayed longer than necessary, collecting pucks that didn’t need collecting, using the simple motion to keep from standing still. The building emptied until only the low mechanical hum of the dehumidifiers remained.