{"id":263522,"date":"2026-07-14T14:38:48","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:38:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/iced-in-a-spicy-mm-hockey-romance-knotts-holly\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:38:48","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:38:48","slug":"iced-in-a-spicy-mm-hockey-romance-knotts-holly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/iced-in-a-spicy-mm-hockey-romance-knotts-holly\/","title":{"rendered":"Iced In: A Spicy MM Hockey Romance – Knotts, Holly"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Three months of wanting what he couldn\u2019t have. \u201cPlease.\u201d Jesse heard himself begging and didn\u2019t care. \u201cSir, I need you.\u201d \u201cI know what you need.\u201d Eli pushed in, one long slide that emptied Jesse\u2019s lungs and filled him up at the same time. The stretch burned, that edge of too much that Jesse craved, his body opening around Eli\u2019s cock, taking him deeper and deeper until Eli bottomed out with a groan. His hands gripped Jesse\u2019s hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the muscle right over the welts from the spanking, and then he was moving.<\/p>\n

Deep strokes that left no room for thought. Jesse moaned and took it. Let himself disappear into the slap of skin and the ache in his wrists and Eli\u2019s breath coming harsh behind him. This was what he came for. This was what kept him coming back, summer after summer, even when it hurt. Then Eli\u2019s rhythm changed.<\/p>\n

His hand slid up Jesse\u2019s spine. Not gripping. Tracing. His palm moved over the knobs of vertebrae like he was learning them by touch, memorizing the shape of Jesse\u2019s back, and then he was leaning down, his chest against Jesse\u2019s shoulders, his weight warm and solid and close. \u201cJesse.\u201d Barely a whisper, so quiet Jesse almost missed it beneath the sound of his own heartbeat.<\/p>\n

Eli\u2019s hips had slowed into something rolling and deep, almost tender. \u201cJess, I\u2026\u201d Jesse\u2019s heart stopped. Eli never called him Jess. Not once in three years of this, not once in five years of friendship. It was always Jesse or Camacho or, during scenes, nothing at all. Jess was something else. Jess was soft.<\/p>\n

Jess was the kind of thing you called someone you loved. \u201cEli?\u201d Jesse turned his head, trying to see, trying to catch whatever was happening on Eli\u2019s face. \u201cWhat\u2026\u201d The weight vanished. Eli pulled back, and his hips snapped into that punishing rhythm again. Whatever had cracked open was gone, sealed shut so fast Jesse almost convinced himself he\u2019d imagined it. Almost. \u201cFocus,\u201d Eli said, and whatever had cracked open in his voice was gone.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re close.\u201d He was. His body didn\u2019t care about the whiplash in his chest, the desperate confusion, the ache of having something offered and yanked away.<\/p>\n

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First published by Floy Owens Publishing 2026 Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Holly Knotts All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental. Holly Knotts asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Holly Knotts has no responsibility for the persistence or accuracy of URLs for external or third-party Internet Websites referred to in this publication and does not guarantee that any content on such Websites is, or will remain, accurate or appropriate.<\/p>\n

Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks, and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com OceanofPDF.com Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Epilogue About the Author OceanofPDF.com T Chapter 1 he new goalie looked like he wanted to kill someone, and Jesse Camacho was absolutely, catastrophically into it.<\/p>\n

Training camp had that particular energy it always did in September \u2014the smell of fresh ice and nervous sweat, the hollow thwack of pucks hitting boards, blades carving patterns that wouldn\u2019t matter until October. Everyone trying to prove they deserved to be here for another season. The veterans coasted through drills with the ease of men who\u2019d already made the roster.<\/p>\n

The rookies pushed too hard, desperate and obvious about it. And the new acquisitions, the trades and free agent signings, they moved through the facility like ghosts who hadn\u2019t yet decided whether to haunt the place. Eli Kowalski was none of those things. He\u2019d arrived from Minnesota a few days ago\u2014.926 save percentage, Vezina whispers following him like a shadow\u2014and in that time Jesse had learned exactly four things about him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “Iced In: A Spicy MM Hockey Romance” by Knotts, Holly, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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