Booktok Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

Adrian POV The bus hummed with the roar of a team that had just conquered the world. The New York Titans were loud. Hockey sticks rattled in the overhead storage while helmets rolled beneath the seats. Laughter bounced off the ceiling panels, and beer cans cracked open with rhythmic pops. My teammates joked about the championship finals, their voices thick with the confidence of men who believed nothing could touch them.

Right in front of the world I had built to drag her back to me. A dark, suffocating rage clawed its way up my throat. For months, Danica had been mine. Behind closed doors, in the quiet, shadowed corners of the hockey house, she was the hidden flame I returned to night after night. I hadn't needed to woo her. I hadn't needed to play the romantic games that lesser men played; I was the captain, the dominant force on this campus, and I took what I wanted with a cold, possessive certainty. I thought the raw, unyielding heat between us was an anchor she could never break away from.

"How'd it go with hockey boy?" Americus abandons her story the moment I come within earshot, sitting up with the focused interest of someone who has been waiting for this report. I drop down beside them. My knee registers the movement with its usual opinion about sudden changes in elevation. I set my notebook on the grass. "Fine." Riley looks up from her textbook. "That sounded convincing." "Okay." I push both hands into my hair. "Painful. He is impossible to read. One moment it feels like he is running a full diagnostic on every reaction I have. The next he is delivering something that could freeze the Thames."

Rhys said, his grip on my waist remaining tight as he stood up from the bench. ​He did not release my hand as we walked out of the training wing, our steps silent on the dark stairs of our new home. The corporate wars were still active, but the bond between the plus-size nutritionist and the hockey captain had become the most unbreakable thing in the city.

The outline of his cock hung there between those powerful hockey thighs, thick and long and swinging like it already knew it wanted to stretch a tight little hole open. My hole. “Alice.” Those storm-gray eyes dragged over my body, my tight tank top sticking to my hard nipples from the sticky summer heat, my tiny denim shorts riding way up my ass, barely covering anything. His jaw clenched super tight, like he was pissed and starving at the same time.

The hockey stick would have fallen from his hand if he hadn't held it to his chest. But I lifted my chin, knowing such a deal had to profit him too. “And I’ll make you a champion.” He crossed his arms, his sleeves pulled tight and I hated that my eyes went there first, to see the way those muscles rippled. Hated that my lips parted. My heart was a thunder storm and my dead quiet wolf twitched awake, her ears up to listen. "You want to use me," he responded bluntly, not raising his voice like he was used to it.

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.*