All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Unraveled

For a moment, time cracked apart. Milo didn’t move, didn’t breathe. His cock twitched inside his boxers, and shame curled hot and high in his throat. He didn’t dare look at Ethan.Neither of them moved.The silence stretched, awful and loaded.Then, Ethan’s voice came from above him, low, deadpan."You uh… need me to pick that up for you?"Milo’s shoulders shook under the weight of Ethan’s hands, and despite the heat in his cheeks, he let out a small, breathless laugh.“I’ll manage without it,” he muttered.He reached for the lube again and pressed another pump into his palm. His other hand stayed curled inside his waistband, fingers wrapped around the heat of his cock. He tried to shield most of it with his boxers, but his grip trembled slightly as he spread the slick down his shaft.The scent of Ethan was everywhere. Salt, heat, clean skin and fabric-softened cotton. His presence soaked into the room like heat from a fire.The enforcer’s rough palms still hovered on his shoulder bla

Borrowed Times

The morning came fast. Too fast.Milo barely slept. The adrenaline hadn’t let him. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt Ethan’s mouth against his throat, felt the scrape of his fingers down his back. It all felt too surreal, like something plucked from one of his dirtiest fantasies and stitched into a dream.Except the marks were real.The hickeys. The scratches. The ache in his thighs.He stood under the shower and stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, tracing the angry red blooms and faint nail lines with a trembling finger.No one had ever touched him like that.By the time he joined the others in the hotel lobby for checkout, his heart was in his throat, but thankfully, everyone looked half-dead.Hungover. Unshaven. Quiet.No one paid him any attention.They boarded the bus with minimal jabs, all too busy nursing headaches behind sunglasses. Milo kept his hoodie drawn tight over his head the entire ride, chin tucked, headphones in, doing everything he could to stay in

Fading Marks

It had been a little over a week since the charity game.A little over a week since Ethan Doyle had wrapped his massive hands around Milo’s face, leaned in close, and sucked his neck in a way that made his entire body sing.He’d watched the marks fade in the mirror day by day. The hickeys turned pale, then vanished. The scratches down his back softened into faint red lines. Then pink. Then gone.One morning, he stood in the hotel bathroom with the light on full and twisted to look over his shoulder—Nothing.Not even a faint mark left behind.He’d almost hoped they would scar. Like he could wear them under his jersey for the rest of the season. Like maybe something in him would feel stronger if the proof of what happened didn’t fade.But they were gone.He just wished he could look like that forever. Touched. Marked. Wanted.What kind of idiot got a crush on a rival enforcer?Not even a regular rival. Ethan Doyle, who cleared the crease with one look and left bruises wherever he went.

Too Close for Comfort

Two teams. One building.Blackmoor and Crestwick.It shouldn’t have happened, not with teams this tense, this aggressive, this proud. Rivalries like theirs didn’t share lobbies, let alone elevators or breakfast buffets. But here they were, both teams already unloading gear into the same sleek marble entrance like someone had scheduled a disaster.Milo felt the tension ripple through his teammates like static.“What the hell is this?” Brayden muttered, squinting at a Stormriders duffel being wheeled past. "Tell me this is a joke."It wasn’t.Their manager, Glen Mason, stood at the edge of the lobby looking like he’d bitten into a lemon. He ran a hand down his face and waved the team over.“There’s been a mix-up with the booking,” he said flatly. “Apparently half the damn city is here for some conference, and everything’s overbooked. The league’s travel partner screwed it.”Logan bristled. “We’re sharing a hotel with them?”“Don’t start,” Mason growled. “We already talked to Crestwick m

Watching Him

It felt like Ethan could see everything, right down to the panic hiding behind Milo’s forced smirk and the stiff edge of his posture, frozen in place by hands he didn’t want and attention he couldn’t afford.The fear. The tension. The lie of the girls around him. He knew... and Milo could feel it. The way Ethan watched him wasn’t casual. It was sharp. Knowing.And then the puck bunnies returned from the bathroom.Before either could get close, one of Milo’s teammates caught the blonde by the wrist.“No way Laskey’s taking two girls,” he joked, eyes sliding toward Milo like he was both impressed and skeptical.The girl gave a pouty little smile, visibly disappointed, but she didn’t exactly resist the redirection.The brunette made her way back to the booth, slipping in beside Milo like she belonged there. Her hand was on his thigh almost immediately, her voice honied as she leaned in again.Milo’s body stayed stiff. Still. He felt like a mannequin draped in flirtation.Across the room,

The Kiss

Milo returned to the booth, drinks in hand, heart pounding like it was trying to outrun him. His fingers were slick around the glasses, knuckles tight as he tried to stay calm and act natural. Their plan was risky... but if it worked... It could keep the Vultures off his back for months, maybe even forever.The room felt hotter now, too loud, too bright, like the spotlight had shifted and landed squarely on him.He set the drinks down on the sticky table but didn’t sit.He leaned closer to Logan, voice low."I just ran into Ethan Doyle’s bunny at the bar. She wants to give him the slip and go upstairs with me. Now."Logan blinked, squinting at him like he’d just grown another head."Yeah, right," he scoffed. "What slimy little trick are you trying to pull now, Laskey?""I’m serious," Milo said, pulse thudding behind his eyes. "And I want to teach their guard dog a lesson."Logan opened his mouth to throw another insult—Until he saw her."Holy shit," Logan hissed, sitting up straighte

Upstairs

Milo pressed the elevator button with a shaky hand, heart pounding beneath the surface of his skin. Avery was like a magnet, her hand already teasing the hem of his shirt.She was relentless.While they waited, she played with the edge of his waistband, whispered something flirty in his ear, and pressed her hips against his like they were already alone. Milo barely nodded, barely smiled, his mind was elsewhere.His brain was spinning. What if Ethan wasn’t in the room? What if he'd changed his mind? What if this whole façade collapsed in less than a minute, the moment Avery touched his soft cock?He tried to focus, to keep his expression flat, his smile casual. But inside, he was vibrating with panic and anticipation.He forced a stiff grin.By the time they reached the right floor, she was practically draped over him, one hand slipping into his back pocket. His heart was pounding, but not for her.It was the door. His door. Where Ethan was almost definitely on the other side.Milo’s

Watching

Milo stood behind the bathroom door, the gap barely wide enough for his eye, but it was all he needed. Just that narrow sliver, that glimpse into a world he’d been both dreading and aching to see.The light in the room was low, golden, soft. It wrapped around Ethan’s body as he stood at the end of the bed and stripped off his boxers in one clean, unhurried motion. Milo's breath hitched as the waistband dipped, then slid down powerful thighs, revealing everything.And God—everything.Ethan’s ass was sculpted perfection, firm and muscular, as if designed to torment Milo’s imagination. And when he turned, when Milo saw his cock... thick, long, and fully hard, flushed at the tip, heavy with arousal.His own twitched involuntarily.He'd always thought himself average. Maybe a little above, judging from locker rooms and amateur porn. But this? This was something else entirely. So huge it made Milo wonder if Avery would even bother touching him after that.Still, even in his awe, his mind ma

Full and Falling

Milo’s mind short-circuited.The second Avery’s lips closed around him, heat and wetness engulfing his cock, all sense of reality shattered like glass. His knees nearly gave out. He gripped the edge of the nearby couch for support, fingers whitening as he fought to stay standing. Her tongue was everywhere. Slick and confident, tracing veins, swirling the head, pressing along the underside in ways that made his hips twitch without his permission.It was too much.Too hot, too fast, too real.She was soft, curvy, perfumed, nothing like his dreams, but the pleasure was undeniable.His only frame of reference was gay porn and vague fantasies, but this was something else entirely. Her mouth created a rhythm that pulsed through every nerve in his body, pressure and suction making his cock throb like it was wired directly to his brain. The sensation wasn’t just physical, it was devastating. He felt it in his gut, in his spine, in the trembling breath he couldn’t quite catch.A choked sound e

The Predator's Eye

Ethan finally managed to wear Avery out.She was draped across the bed now, legs tangled in the sheets, her breath coming in shallow little huffs. She’d tried everything to get Milo back in the game. Moaning louder, arching her back, whispering promises into Ethan’s ear that made him laugh, but he hadn’t let her wake the kid. The rookie was dead to the world, completely spent. And for some reason, Ethan had made damn sure to keep it that way.He couldn’t even explain why.Maybe it was simply because he didn’t want to see Milo flinch again. He didn’t want to hear that nervous tremor in his voice or watch him go wide-eyed and curl in on himself every time someone bigger stepped into the room. Maybe it was guilt. Yeah. There was plenty of that to go around.Guilt for not stopping the Stormriders’ bus after that charity game. Guilt for the alley and the bar tonight, and not breaking the bastard’s teeth both times. Guilt for the way he’d shoved Milo into this situation with Avery, as if

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