All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The ride home from the arcade was quiet but warm, the playful glow of neon and laughter still buzzing in Milo’s chest. Ethan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other draped casually across the console, close enough that Milo could feel the heat of it.“So,” Ethan said at a red light, glancing over. “How was your first date?”Milo smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Not bad. Food was terrible. Company was alright, I guess.”Ethan’s mouth twitched, and before Milo could blink, Ethan leaned across and kissed him, slow and grounding. “I love you,” he murmured against Milo’s lips.Milo’s grin softened as his heart thudded. He loved this. Ethan’s blunt honesty, the weight in those words.“Good,” Milo whispered back, stealing another kiss. “’Cause I like hearing you say it.”By the time they reached the bedroom, Milo’s nerves were tangled with heat. He reached for Ethan again, lips brushing along his jaw, hands skimming the solid lines of his chest.“Please Ethan,” Milo murmured, half tea

They'd pushed through the next rounds of the play-offs like they were charging a wall, grit, bruises, and a kind of hungry focus that made the days blur together.The rookies were starting to show it. Naturally, Ethan noticed Milo most of all. The ring under his eyes, the slow droop of his shoulders, the way he reached for coffee like it was oxygen.Revealing their relationship had helped. No more sneaking into hotel rooms or hiding texts on buses. Sharing a room every night had been unexpectedly simple, Milo’s toothbrush next to his, the soft glow of a lamp they argued over who would switch off. Ethan liked that. He liked knowing Milo slept better with him close.Which made the latest pattern sting sharper.The guys had started sneaking Milo away from him. Not with malice, more like they thought they were giving him a rookie rite of passage. Nights out that dragged too long. Too careless with someone Ethan wanted kept safe.Tonight had been the breaking point.He’d kept an eye on Mil

Milo’s grin hadn’t faded. It only widened when Ethan’s growl rumbled between them. The sound was low, dangerous, and promising. Foolish rookie. His heart hammered, adrenaline and desire tangling until he thought he might burn alive. He knew he’d stoked the storm, but he wanted it. He wanted to match him.Ethan slammed him back against the tile, mouth hot on his neck. His teeth scraped, tongue soothing the mark before biting down again. A groan ripped out of Milo’s chest as Ethan pawed at his ass with both hands, kneading and squeezing like he could claim him through sheer force. The blunt press of Ethan’s cock ground against his stomach, hard and needy. Milo clawed down his back, pulling him closer, refusing to just take it. He met him, pushed back, demanded more.“Ethan,” Milo gasped, tilting his head to give him more. The wet drag of Ethan’s mouth up his throat nearly undid him.Then Ethan spun them, dragging Milo with him until his hips collided with the counter edge. Milo stumb

One week later, Ethan was stuck at yet another red light, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Every intersection seemed rigged against him, every light red, every driver too slow. Irritation prickled at him. He needed to get home.Milo was sick. Pushed himself too hard for too long, just like Ethan had warned him. That rookie never listened, not when it came to his own limits. And though Ethan should give him a smug I told you so, right now he just wanted Milo to feel better.The team doc had already been by, checked him over, said it was nothing serious. A couple of days of rest and fluids, and Milo would be fine. Still, Ethan hated seeing him that pale, that quiet.He glanced at the paper bags in the passenger seat and double-checked the mental list. Soup. Two kinds, because he wasn’t sure what Milo would stomach. Crackers. Ginger ale. Popsicles. A refill of vitamins. Gatorade for hydration. Enough groceries to feed Caleb too—back from school now and on a mission to bulk up

Ethan stretched, still flushed and loose-limbed from the way Milo had woken him. His hair stuck up in half a dozen directions, his grin sleepy and satisfied as he finally reached for the tray on the nightstand.“You made this?” Ethan asked, voice still rough.Milo sat cross-legged beside him, trying not to fidget. “Of course.”Ethan dug in, cutting through a stack of waffles and crispy fried chicken with a satisfied groan. “Holy hell, this is good. You’ve been holding out on me.”Milo ducked his head, cheeks warm. He liked watching Ethan eat, liked that his effort was appreciated, but Ethan turned his attention to the small wrapped box sitting beside the plate.“What’s this?” Ethan asked, wiping his fingers on a napkin before reaching for it.Milo swallowed. “Your present.”Ethan peeled back the wrapping with far more care than Milo had expected, the lid lifting to reveal the sleek watch nestled inside. It wasn’t flashy. Tasteful, classic luxury that would look perfect on Ethan’s wris