Semua Bab Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Bab 231 - Bab 240

Lukas decided not to push Aiden too much for the rest of the day. As much as he enjoyed riling him up, he didn’t think his body could handle the doctor’s restraint if it cracked open two days in a row.His body was still humming from last night, tender in places he didn’t want to think about too hard, and pushing Aiden again seemed like playing with fire when he was already burned raw.By lunchtime, he shuffled out to the couch and flopped down, careful with his bad arm. Aiden didn’t say much, just appeared with food like some ridiculously sexy househusband, setting down a plate and cutting everything into easy bites.Lukas let Aiden feed him without complaint this time, the quiet routine oddly soothing.The rest of the afternoon blurred together. Aiden stretched his arm out again, slow and steady, keeping the movements precise and just shy of painful. Lukas grumbled but let it happen, secretly enjoying the attention. Then he sprawled across the couch, channel-surfing until he landed

Aiden knew exactly what Lukas was plotting from the moment he’d smirked about the strip club.The choice had nothing to do with Lukas’s tastes, Lukas had chosen the club as a distraction. Aiden could already see it: the strippers buzzing around like flies, and Lukas slipping for the exit to chase the nearest easy hook-up.He wasn’t letting that happen.It wasn’t possession. It wasn’t attachment. He told himself that, over and over.That wasn’t possible for him, not now.But the idea of Lukas, broken and bruised, trusting some stranger who wouldn’t care enough to be careful, who might hurt him, made Aiden’s blood run cold.His responsibility was clear: Lukas wasn’t going to be alone with anyone tonight. Not on his watch.So when Lukas and Mac made their way toward the door, Aiden stayed close. Not obvious, not looming, but near enough to keep him in sight. And when they stepped into the night air, Aiden was right behind them, catching the flicker of surprise in Lukas’s expression when

The guy in the suit leaned closer, the scent of expensive cologne clouding the space between them.Lukas forced a grin, shifting his glass to his good hand. Suit Guy wasn’t smooth. His laugh came too loud, his touches too clumsy, but Lukas had convinced himself he’d be better behind closed doors. Most men were.“What happened?” Suit Guy asked finally, his eyes flicking down to the black sling strapped across Lukas’s chest. “That looks painful.”“Dislocated,” Lukas said casually, rolling his shoulder just enough to make it seem like no big deal. He’d perfected that tone years ago, nonchalant, like nothing could slow him down.Suit Guy’s gaze sharpened with interest. His hand came up, running a finger along the edge of the sling, tracing the strap like it was something sensual instead of medical equipment. Lukas fought the urge to flinch.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aiden. Sitting across the room with Mac, posture perfect, jaw tight. His gaze was locked, unblinking, every inch

Aiden’s hand closed around him, firm and sure. Lukas sucked in a sharp breath. The difference was instant. Where Suit Guy had been sloppy and awkward, Aiden was steady, confident, devastatingly controlled. Heat jolted through him, his whole body shuddering at the contrast.Lukas bit down on a groan, his pride warring with the wave of pleasure rolling up his spine. It felt too good, too easy, like his body had been waiting for this touch. The tension in his chest cracked open, replaced with something needier and strangely possessive.Aiden didn’t look away, his dark eyes locked on Lukas, lashes shadowing them under the dim bathroom light. His expression was calm, but his lips parted slightly with each breath, the faintest flush dusting his cheekbones. He stroked him slow and deliberate, his long fingers knowing exactly how to twist and press, like he’d studied Lukas’s body and memorized every response. The phone buzzed again in his pocket, insistent, but he ignored it, his focus absol

The walk back to the apartment was charged but quieter than Lukas expected. Sexual tension lingered in the air like static, but it wasn’t frantic this time. It had a slower pull, something that made Lukas’s chest feel uncomfortably tight.Inside, the familiar creak of the apartment door followed them in. Lukas toed off his shoes and glanced toward Aiden, who was hanging his jacket with the same deliberate care he did everything. Calm, controlled. Infuriatingly composed.Lukas jerked his chin toward the master bedroom. “In here.”He expected that cocky look from earlier, expected Aiden to crowd him the moment they reached the bedroom. But, Aiden moved slower, steady hands reaching for the hem of Lukas’s shirt. Lukas scoffed, but he didn’t pull away. With careful patience, Aiden helped him work the fabric up over his sling and off his body. Lukas’s breath hitched at how close their faces were, the brush of Aiden’s knuckles along his ribs sending a jolt through him.Nothing rushed, no ga