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Epilogue 4
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2025-08-08 04:09:24
E L SimonThank you so much for reading Owned on the Ice! I hope you enjoyed Noah and Sterling’s story. The next chapters are the beginning of Enforced on the Ice, the second book in the Deep Play Series. It starts back at the pre-season game where Noah broke his ribs and follows the story of Milo Laskey the rookie who took Noah’s place with Blackmoor, and his love story with a Stormriders’ player. So travel back in time with me where we will also see new angles to some familiar scenes ❤️
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A student assistant met Jamie outside the corridor and waved him toward the lower bowl.“Media section’s over there,” she said, pointing toward a cluster of folding chairs just off the glass near the blue line. “You can’t cross behind the bench once warm‑ups start. Just stay clear of the tunnel.”Jamie nodded, clutching his camera a little tighter than necessary.He made his way down the steps carefully, the arena already louder than it had been during the exhibition. Music thumped through the speakers. The scoreboard glowed overhead, cycling through player stats and hype videos. Fans filtered into their seats in jerseys and face paint, the air buzzing with anticipation that felt entirely different from the quiet rehearsal energy of pre‑season.This was his first real hockey game.It was nothing like practice.Practice had been controlled. Predictable. A handful of players, coaches shouting, the scrape of skates echoing in a mostly empty rink.This was alive.Jamie reached the media r
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If humans came with a self-destruct button, Jamie would have pressed his right then.“Oh my god,” he blurted before he could stop himself. “Was it that bad?”Max snorted. “No,” he said, amused. “No. It wasn’t bad. You just seemed a little… nervous.”Jamie’s laugh came out thin and brittle. “Yeah. I guess I could, uh. Use a little practice.”He meant it as self-deprecating deflection. A joke.Max went quiet.Jamie risked a glance at him.Max was watching him like he was considering something. Head tilted, green eyes steady and assessing in a way that made Jamie feel slightly dismantled.“Alright,” Max said finally. “Sure.”Jamie blinked. “What do you mean?”“You can practice on me.”Jamie’s brain lagged.“I—” He barked out a disbelieving laugh. “Obviously I was joking.”Max raised a brow, slow and deliberate, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to suggest he knew exactly what he was doing. The confidence in it was infuriatingly attractive.Jamie stared at him. “Sorry. Can you
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Jamie nearly collided with someone in the hallway. He muttered an apology he didn’t mean, shoved through the first bathroom door he saw, and locked it with shaking fingers.Music thudded faintly through the walls. The light overhead was too bright. The mirror showed a version of him he barely recognized—flushed, eyes blown wide, lips swollen and pink like he’d done something reckless.The heat that had been simmering since the terrace spiked fast and sharp, low in his stomach. He fumbled with his jeans, barely getting himself situated over the toilet in time, breath coming in shallow pulls. It wasn’t deliberate. It wasn’t planned.It just… happened.Cum streaked the back of the toilet seat, hitting the bowl in hot, messy pulses.Quick. Mortifying. Over before he could process it.Jamie braced a hand against the wall, staring at the tile while the last tremor worked its way through him.“Oh—god.”He’d nearly cum in his pants, in the middle of a hockey party... because of a kiss.A kiss
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Jamie was going to pass out.There was no other explanation for the way the world tilted slightly, sound swelling and distorting around him. The terrace lights felt too bright. The laughter too sharp.The bottle pointed at Max like it had done it on purpose.Again.The girls squealed louder this time.“Oh my god.”“No way!”“Okay, that’s fate.”Jamie stared at the green glass neck like it might roll somewhere else out of sheer pity.It didn’t.He reached out to try again.Connor leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Ah, ah,” he said, pointing. “You had your second spin. Bottle’s decided. Now you kiss.”Jamie’s stomach dropped.He couldn’t kiss Max.He was barely keeping his pathetic crush under control as it was. Sitting this close was already torture. Max’s thigh was warm against his through denim, broad shoulder brushing his arm every time someone shifted.And now he was supposed to just… lean in?In front of an audience?Jamie had never kissed anyone.Not at all.He should’ve run. Should
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