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

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

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

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

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

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