Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Sterling was seeing red.He stood just outside the nursery door, blood pulsing hard in his temples, jaw clenched so tight it ached. There was no way in hell he was letting Noah’s father set up some sleazy Etsy shop to peddle signed jockstraps like Noah was a commodity.For perverts.For coins.Absolutely not.He’d pay the man to fuck off if he had to.Because the only person who got any piece of Noah Rivers, any access, any right to use his name, his body, his image, was Sterling.But just as he stepped forward to storm in and end the call himself, Noah's arm moved.Deliberate. Calm.Still holding the paintbrush in one hand, Noah reached down with the other, picked up the phone from the dresser with mechanical precision, and extended his arm through the open window beside him.The breeze ruffled his hair, lifting a few paint-flecked strands from his forehead.From the speaker, his dad’s voice crackled: “Are you still there? Hello?”And then Noah let go.The phone slipped from his hand

Noah was in the kitchen, shirtless, barefoot, and absolutely up to no good.He’d chopped a small strawberry into three fat slices and lined them up across the marble counter like a game board. The fridge door stood wide open beside him, letting out a quiet hum of disapproval. Cradled along the length of his forearm was Hope, her tiny hands curled in front of her and her bright eyes watching the strawberries like it was the greatest show on earth.“Ohhh these are my prize-winning strawberries,” Noah said in a dramatic old-man voice. “I sure hope no one—ahhhh!”He swooped Hope downward, lowering her carefully toward the first slice. She opened her mouth wide and bit the fruit right off the counter, hands-free. Juice smeared the corner of her chin.“My strawberry!” Noah gasped. “She’s eaten my strawberry!”Hope giggled, her mouth full of red, and Noah grinned.“Well at least I still have—ahhhh!” He dipped her toward the second slice, which she bit with even more gusto. “Please, miss, the

Noah lay face-down, muscles warm, skin humming, as Sterling’s thumbs worked into a knot just below his shoulder blade.He sighed, melted into the sheets, and let his forehead drop to the pillow. “How do you always find these? I didn’t even know that hurt.”Sterling chucked behind him. “Because you’re built like a tank and play like you’re disposable.”Another press, another slow drag of knuckles down his spine. It really was helping, distracting him from the low ache of missing Hope on their first night away from her.Sterling worked lower, methodical, unrelenting, and soon Noah felt like freshly made dough. Pliable, relaxed, entirely undone.Then Sterling’s hands slid even lower, cupping the curve of his ass, kneading slow and firm in a way that had nothing to do with recovery and everything to do with ownership.Noah groaned, hips twitching. His cock was already painfully hard, trapped between his body and the bed, the weight of Sterling’s attention sent another spark down his spine

Hope was still sniffling a little in the backseat when Sterling pulled away from the school. But her grip on her plushie relaxed as he drove, and by the time they reached the first fast food drive-thru, she’d started humming quietly to herself.Sterling hit their favorite allergy-friendly drive-thru first, the one with a surprisingly good gluten-free menu and a manager who remembered Hope’s name. He ordered her all her favorites: chicken nuggets, sweet potato fries, and the little apple crisps she loved with a fervor.Then they swung by a local soft-serve stand, where Sterling let her pick the biggest cup on the menu—chocolate-vanilla swirl dipped in sprinkles, naturally.By the third stop, a fast food chain with a drive-thru long enough to snake into next week, Sterling calmly ordered enough food to feed twenty fully-grown hockey players plus a few extras. The staff audibly panicked through the speaker, and the kitchen behind the window kicked into overdrive.Hope giggled from the ba

The wedding was over, the reception a blur of laughter and champagne, the goodbyes just the right amount of tearful. And now, Noah and Sterling were alone.Still on the island, but far from the main resort, they were nestled in a secluded villa built out into the sea. The kind of place where the walls folded open, the air smelled like salt and exotic flowers, and no one but the ocean could see them.Sterling had arranged everything. Of course.A private chef who came and went silently. A pool that shimmered in the moonlight. A bed so enormous it made Noah snort when he first saw it.Now, the laughter was quieted by soft waves outside and the gentle hum of a fan overhead. Sterling was lying back against a lounger on the deck, barefoot, shirtless, sun-kissed and content.Noah stepped out of the villa and dropped into the empty seat beside him, their knees bumping. He reached for Sterling’s hand and threaded their fingers together.The yellow diamond on Sterling’s ring glinted even more v