Todos os capítulos de Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Three months later, Ethan sat in his car in the Stormriders parking lot, the late afternoon light spilling across the dash. He was waiting to pick up Caleb and Milo from their lesson. Sterling had been more than willing to let them use the rink here, and honestly, Caleb needed it, he was improving faster than Ethan could’ve ever taught him. Milo was a natural coach, patient but fastidious, and it didn’t hurt that Caleb hung on his every word like he was some kind of idol.Ethan loved watching it. Every time he saw them together, Milo, calm and patient, his chest warmed with something deeper than pride. It still amazed him how easily Milo had become part of their lives, like he’d always belonged there.Caleb hadn’t enjoyed his last couple of trips to his mom’s house, and Ethan was currently borrowing some of the Belmont legal team to renegotiate their custody agreement. With resources like that, it would’ve been too easy to swoop in and take the kid entirely, but Ethan didn’t want to

Milo didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until Ethan spoke again. The sound of his name, soft and reverent, snapped him back into the moment. He looked down at the ring, then up at Ethan. His eyes dark with emotion, his shoulders tense like he was holding his entire world together by a thread.Milo’s throat felt thick. The small velvet box between them glimmered faintly in the low light. It was surreal, impossible, that Ethan Doyle, the man he’d idolized, fought beside, and fallen so completely in love with, was asking him this.He swallowed hard, words refusing to form. “You’re serious,” he finally managed, a whisper that came out more like disbelief than question.Ethan gave a faint, helpless laugh, running a hand over his jaw. “Yeah. Dead serious.”Milo’s chest ached, the emotion pressing against his ribs. “You don’t have to do this. I’m not going anywhere.”“I know,” Ethan said quietly, voice rough. “But I can’t look at you and not think about forever.”That broke something in h

Almost a year laterThe cabin sat tucked into a snowy ridge above a frozen lake in northern Iceland. It was remote, silent, and breathtakingly cold, exactly the kind of place Ethan loved.After years of waiting and delays, they were finally married. And now, it was just the two of them, on their honeymoon.Outside, the world was all glittering snow and wind-brushed trees, ice gathering thick on the windows. But inside, the cabin was warm. The fireplace crackled, candles flickered low, and the windows steamed slightly from the difference in heat.Milo stood barefoot on the polished wooden floor in one of Ethan's hoodies, hands curled around a mug of hot chocolate, watching the snow fall.His suitcase had mysteriously gone missing the moment they arrived. Ethan claimed no knowledge of it, but Milo had found drawer after drawer of those ridiculous lace boxers Ethan loved on him, and an endless supply of Ethan’s oversized clothes. Which meant, for the past day and a half, Milo had been lo

Lukas made his way toward the bar with the kind of lazy confidence that came from knowing exactly what he wanted.He didn’t bother pretending to be shy. That wasn’t his brand. And here, he didn’t have to be.A guy with a buzzcut and a grin like trouble leaned over as Lukas passed, murmuring something that was probably supposed to be a compliment. Lukas gave him a glance, let his lips twitch in a polite almost-smile, and kept walking.He slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and ordered a whiskey neat. The bartender barely needed to ask, he knew Lukas by now.It didn’t take long before someone sidled up beside him. Shorter, stockier, already halfway through a drink and full of bravado. "You alone tonight?" the guy asked, eyes raking over Lukas like he was already unwrapping him.Lukas lifted his glass and took a sip. "Not planning to be."That seemed to be invitation enough. The guy’s hand landed on his thigh, bold and a little too familiar.Lukas’s smile didn’t falter, but he leaned

The night air was cool, biting, and entirely unwelcome after the heat they’d left behind. Lukas followed his date for the evening out of the bar, their shoulders brushing, neither of them speaking. The silence was charged, thrumming with everything that was yet to come.Out back, parked in the shadow of the alley’s single flickering streetlamp, was a sleek black Mercedes. Clean and expensive. The kind of car that told you this man had money, and taste. Lukas couldn’t help the flicker of curiosity curling beneath his burning arousal."Fancy," he muttered with a crooked smile, dragging a finger along the sleek curve of the hood. “Hey, weren’t you drinking?” His eyes narrowed.The stranger clicked the key fob and the lights blinked to life. “I ordered one, but I decided I wanted something… stronger.” He turned to Lukas, eyes glinting in the dark. "Get in."Lukas didn’t need to be told twice.He slid into the passenger seat, the leather soft beneath him, the interior smelling faintly of c