All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 161 - Chapter 166

Milo’s voice was low and certain as he looked up at Ethan. “I want to taste you properly,” he said. “I didn’t get to do it for very long last time… and I’ve never done this with anyone else.”Ethan’s vision blurred for a moment.Milo’s reckless words rattled him like an earthquake.No one had ever made it feel like a confession and a command all at once. Ethan’s grip in Milo’s hair tightened, his jaw slack with shock and hunger as he stared down at him.“Christ, Milo…” The words tore out of him, half-groan, half-prayer.The sight of him wrecked and eager on his knees, lips wet, eyes bright with mischief and want, broke something in Ethan. He had always been the one in control, the one dictating the pace, but now all he could do was feel. Submit. Let Milo take what he wanted.“God, you’re gonna kill me,” Ethan rasped, hips stuttering as Milo’s mouth moved in a rhythm that made stars burst behind his eyelids.Milo hummed low in his throat, like he was pleased with himself, like he knew

The day blurred into the hum of travel.The Stormriders were on the move again, but there was no game looming that night. The bus ride felt different. Lighter. Quieter. Guys leaned back in their seats, earbuds in or dozing off, their bodies finally catching a break after the brutal stretch of games and the adrenaline crash of the Vultures matchup.Milo watched the landscape slide by through the window, his phone idle in his lap. There was a strange comfort in the monotony, in the shared exhaustion of the team.Their route happened to take them through Crestwick late in the evening.For the other guys, tonight meant a few precious hours to sleep in their own beds before the next road push. Not a day off, exactly, just a rare evening of familiarity and silence.For Milo, it meant something else.He’d be seeing the hotel room the team had arranged for him, his temporary landing spot while he figured out his relocation. He wasn’t going home. He didn’t have one in this city yet. But the th

Ethan jerked back first, head whipping toward the sound. Milo’s heart thudded as he scrambled off the counter, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair. He thought Ethan lived alone. Maybe he had a roommate?Then a young, impatient voice rang out. “Dad!?”Milo froze.Ethan’s jaw tightened, tension etched across his face as he ran a hand through his dark hair. More banging noises came from the entrance.“Help yourself to a beer in the fridge,” Ethan said quickly, voice low. “Or anything else. I’ll… be right back.”“Dad!” the voice called again.Ethan stalked out of the kitchen.Milo lingered near the door, curiosity gnawing at him. He peeked discreetly around the corner and saw Ethan facing a boy who looked like a smaller version of him, maybe nine or ten, scuffed sneakers and a defiant slouch.“Caleb,” Ethan said, his voice firm, “we don’t slam doors and kick our shoes at the wall.”Caleb kicked at the baseboard anyway, his mouth twisting into a petulant scowl. “Why