Smutty Hockey Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Actually, I came to see if you needed someone to keep you humble.” He smirked. “When it comes to hockey, no one can keep me humble but I appreciate the effort.” There was a beat where he just looked at me, like he was wondering whether to say something else. Then he just gave me that crooked grin again and disappeared through the doors. That night, I sat at my desk trying to study, but my focus was shot. My notes blurred, my pen hovered uselessly over the page, and my mind kept drifting back to the rink.

Books were stacked on both – some about hockey, others that looked like they were about history, mythology, school stuff and spirit guardians… A small desk sat in the corner near the window, covered in papers, and what looked like a sketchbook with a pencil resting on top of it. Posters of hockey teams lined one wall, and there was a large wardrobe in the opposite corner. The same warm, cedar-like smell filled the room, and the faint glow from the fireplace in the other room cast soft shadows across the floor.

Because somewhere beneath all my frustration with Mason sat another uncomfortable truth, I was reacting. Meanwhile Mason always looked two seconds away from smirking through my breakdown. I hated that. Ethan noticed the shift in my expression and smiled faintly. “See? You’re thinking now.” “I don’t like when you sound smarter than me.” “Oh I absolutely do.” I shook my head softly before finally leaning back in my chair. For the first time all day, my thoughts felt less tangled. Across from me, Ethan lifted his drink slightly toward me. “To surviving emotionally unavailable hockey players.”

It didn't take me long to find Sammy. "Hey you actually came?" His eyes were wide as they took me in. "I really thought you were pulling my legs bro." I forced a smile and shook my head. "Tell me there's something better than beer around here." His eyes went even wider. All my teammates knew me as the stuck up captain. I didn't go drinking or partying with the rest of them. Hockey was my entire life and I refused to let silly distractions take it away from me. "I always had a feeling Neal Matthews was holding you back." Sammy laughed, as he tossed me a bottle of something unfamiliar.

From the way they laughed too loud, to the way their stupid smirks made me have butterflies, and how they knew exactly which of my buttons to push. Worst of all, I hated the fact that no matter how much I tried, I just could never ignore them and that was why I was here leaning over the balcony watching them. I found myself longing to see their cocky smirk, and still wanted them to catch me staring so they could give me that look… that they knew something… something like the embarrassing moment Cassian had caught me moaning out Damien’s name while pleasuring myself. 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 h

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.

My hockey step brothers Chapter 22 I didn’t know how long I had been sleeping , but when I opened my eyes , there was a shadow watching me . In fact it wasn’t just any shadow but it was a man watching me . I could feel the way the person looked at us , there wasn’t any smile on the person's face and I knew that . I slowly opened my eyes and when my eyes opened , he was sitting there . Stephan 's hands were tightly wrapped around mine And I was just under his grip .

I’d have to make sure we never cross paths again. After ensuring our kits were intact and stored properly, I shut down the rink once everyone else had left. Coach Stetson texted, said he wanted to discuss a lucrative deal with me. Something about bringing my name to big screens like N*****x and delivering me on a platter to NHL scouts. When I came to Richmond, I had no desire for fame. I started playing hockey because I enjoyed it. It was a good pastime, but there was no future for me in the sport. Once I completed the important task I came to this city to do, my pack and I would return to hiding from the rest of the world.

Have fun but not too much. Have a good read. Read with caution. Anna was my best friend. She lived across the street with her sexy brother, Reid. I’ve known Anna since kindergarten even though she doesn’t know I have a huge crush on her brother Reid. Reid was a hockey player who had a hot body. He would always come back sweaty and would hop into the shower. I most times imagined what he looked like without the clothes.

Emma stared at the pictures plastered across her wall. Every inch of the room was his Rhett frozen in time, caught in stolen frames: lacing his skates, laughing with teammates, sweat plastering his shirt to the hard lines of his chest. Not one corner of the wallpaper showed anymore; it was all Rhett. Only him.