Todos los capítulos de Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

The rest of the night blurred around the edges.Milo found himself pinned between Jess and Becker at the table, drink in hand, laughter buzzing in his ears. Someone clinked glasses, someone else shouted about a song from the playlist. The team was riding the high of a win and a good night out. Milo was doing everything he could not to melt into the floor.It was still inside him.Every jostle, every laugh that rocked his body. Every time someone bumped him or leaned too close, the plug shifted just enough to make his knees tense and his cock twitch. The low ache of it simmered beneath his clothes, a steady, unbearable reminder.And yet, despite it all, he was having fun.Jess leaned into his side, still playing the clingy girlfriend. She kissed his cheek when Voro returned with a fresh round of drinks, making the others hoot and whistle. Milo laughed and tried to hide behind his glass.“You’re a hit tonight,” Josh teased, sliding a shot his way. “Might have to start calling you MVP o

Milo was still trembling, breath short, head foggy and heart hammering.His cock had barely finished twitching, his body still coiled tight, but the plug inside him didn’t let him rest. It pulsed with every shaky inhale, kept him arched and open and aware.Ethan’s fingers hadn’t left his hair.Milo blinked through the haze just in time to see Ethan raise his other hand, still slick with Milo’s cum, and drag it slowly down the thick length of his own cock.Milo groaned aloud, the sight had him shuddering all over again.It was obscene. Lecherous. A scene from a porno he’d never admit to watching. The way Ethan stroked himself with it. With him.Milo whimpered.Ethan smirked, still sprawled against the headboard, casual in the way only someone that dangerous could be.“You can continue,” he murmured, voice rough and low. Then, with the same fingers tangled in Milo’s hair, he guided his head back down.Back to where he’d tried to go before.Milo didn’t even try to argue.He shuffled back

Milo managed to slip out of bed before Ethan could stop him this time.The sun hadn’t even broken the horizon, but he’d already thrown on a hoodie and joggers, grabbing his gear and headphones before ducking out of the hotel room. He didn’t wait to see if Ethan would wake up. Didn’t want to hear what he might say, didn’t want to see that stupid, sleepy grin or feel the weight of last night settle into something sober.Whatever Ethan had said in the shower, 'no girls', 'no other guys', it didn’t mean anything. Couldn’t mean anything. Milo wasn’t going to be the rookie who let himself fall for a 'straight' guy just because he’d been fucked senseless and cleaned up like a porcelain doll.So he told himself, over and over again, that when Ethan inevitably hooked up with some puck bunny on the road, he wasn’t going to care. He wasn’t going to feel anything.The flight to Texas was mostly quiet. And they were now on a connecting bus headed into the Stormriders’ final match against the Vultu

The Stormriders won by a landslide.When the final horn blew, the scoreboard flashed a six-goal lead, and the crowd in Dallas erupted. The Crestwick bench cleared in a wave of sticks and gloves, players spilling onto the ice with wide grins and open arms. Helmets were tossed. Fists pumped. Ash let out a whistle so loud it echoed through the rafters.Milo had barely made it to the center of the ice before Becker grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him into the group. Mac clapped him hard on the back, nearly knocking him over, and Noah shoved a Stormriders flag into his hands just before flashing cameras started to pop.They wanted him in the center. With the rookies. With the ones who had changed the game.Milo couldn’t stop grinning.Ash ruffled his hair like a proud older brother. Becker shouted something about buying the first round tonight. Even Voro gave him a rare smile behind his mask. Jess was shouting instructions to someone with a camera, motioning for Milo to turn so

Ethan opened the door.And the world stopped.Milo was pinned to the carpet, wide-eyed and shaking, Logan’s body straddling his like a goddamn nightmare come to life.Logan looked up, face flushed, hair limp with sweat. “Oh,” he said, voice oily with mock surprise. “You already had a visitor. You’ll have to wait your turn, Doyle.”Ethan didn’t think. His stomach bottomed out. Rage detonated in his chest like a charge wired to his ribs. He stepped forward.But before he could lunge, two men in security uniforms shoved past him and grabbed Logan by the arms, hauling him off Milo with practiced force.“Get off—he assaulted me!” Logan barked, squirming like a feral dog.“Keep talking,” one of the guards muttered, locking an arm around his throat. “We got you on camera following him and forcing your way in.”Ethan stood frozen just inside the doorway, fists clenched, vision red. Logan was still smiling, eyes meeting his as they dragged him past.“You always did like sloppy seconds,” Logan