All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Lukas stepped out into the cool air, pulling his hoodie tighter with one hand and gripping his phone in the other.He brought up a ride app and stabbed his thumb at the screen, muttering under his breath. "Come on, come on..."The sooner he could get to the airport and away from all this, the better.Behind him, the glass doors slid open."You're seriously calling a cab," Aiden said as he joined him on the sidewalk.Lukas didn’t look up. "I need to get to the airport, remember?"“You know I have a car,” Aiden said, voice maddeningly even. “And we’re going to be seated next to each other on the plane for several hours, so unless you plan to charter your own flight too..."Lukas swore under his breath. The app kept glitching, pinwheel spinning.Aiden didn’t wait for an answer. He walked past him, hitting the unlock button and the car chirped in the parking lot.Lukas stared at his phone a moment longer, then shoved it into his pocket with a curse.He looked toward the car, then at Aiden

Lukas refused to get off the couch for dinner. Aiden set the plates on the coffee table and handed Lukas his, ignoring the scowl he got in return when he tried to hover. Lukas managed to keep Aiden from hand-feeding him, though.They ate in relative silence, the low murmur of the TV filling the room. Lukas shoveled in the pasta with single-minded focus, trying not to notice how domestic the whole thing felt. He hated how natural it seemed to have Aiden in his apartment, moving around like he belonged there.After they finished eating, Aiden took both plates to the kitchen and washed up. Lukas stayed sprawled across the sectional, pretending to watch TV but really listening to the soft sounds of water running, the clink of dishes.When Aiden returned, he took a seat across from him, propping a medical text in his lap, the picture of calm competence.Lukas tried to care about the game flickering on the screen, but his attention kept drifting.Aiden was more interesting than anything on

Lukas was completely naked, arms crossed, smugness radiating off him like heat.His posture was loose, casual, but the glint in his eyes told a different story. A sharp, knowing spark that said he knew exactly what Aiden had been doing while he’d stepped out. Aiden forced himself to ignore it, locking his jaw and setting out gauze and antiseptic with deliberate precision, like placing each item in a neat line could keep him in control.Let him think what he wanted; he didn’t know for sure, and Aiden wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of blushing.The quiet between them was deceptive. The room felt smaller than it had minutes ago.The low hum of the overhead light, the faint clink of an antiseptic bottle, the almost imperceptible rustle of Aiden’s movements—it was all too loud in the silence between them.He stepped closer, the warmth of Lukas’s skin beneath his fingertips seemed to seep through his gloves, coiled and potent, each brush of contact sending tiny jolts through hi

Lukas’s breath came fast. His good hand gripped the counter’s edge, knuckles white, his sling-bound arm still trapped against his chest.Aiden hadn’t let up for a second. Each thrust deep, controlled, and punishing.He shifted, hooking Lukas’s knees even higher and spreading him even wider until there was no escape from the relentless rhythm. His gloved hand clamped hard around Lukas’s thigh for leverage, holding him open as he pounded into him.Lukas’s chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, the raw hunger in Aiden’s stare pushing him even closer to the edge. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that tore out of him when Aiden’s angle hit dead-on.“Not so cocky now, are you?” Aiden taunted, his voice rough and low.He released Lukas’s hair only to wrap another gloved hand around his leaking cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The slick latex dragged perfectly, making Lukas’s toes curl against the vanity.“Fuck—” Lukas gasped, hips jerking involuntarily. Heat coiled in his gu

“Lukas Hanley!” Ellery’s voice cracked like a whip as she barged into the room, one hand on the curve of her belly. “Jesus Christ. Cover yourself up, no one wants to see your gut hanging out.”Lukas let out a startled laugh, tugging the sheet up half-heartedly but not before flashing her a grin. “It's called a washboard and everyone wants to see it. Morning, El. Nice timing.”Her glare could’ve melted steel. “Don’t ‘morning’ me. You didn’t even tell me you were home. I had to hear it from Mac, who said you’d lost a fight with a snowplow.”“Technically,” Lukas said, shifting lazily against the pillows, “I did lose a fight—with the Reapers’ defense.”“Don’t get smart with me.” She crossed her arms. “You’re injured and instead of resting like a normal person, you’re lying around here like that—” her eyes flicked over him, catching more than she wanted, “—what if that poor doctor had been the one walking in.”"Lucky guy?" Lukas laughed again, rolling onto his back and tugging the sheet lo