All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Noah barely slept.His body was exhausted, but his mind wouldn’t shut up. He tossed and turned, restless and overheated, his thoughts spiraling with no clear anchor. He couldn’t even figure out what was bothering him so much. It wasn’t Sterling. Or maybe it was. Maybe it was everything.But every time he closed his eyes, something coiled and unsettled rose to the surface—tight, hot, and impossible to shake.By the time morning came, he’d dozed for maybe two hours, sheets twisted around his legs, mouth dry, head aching.The Stormriders’ facility came into view just past 9 a.m. And parked dead center in the player lot, obnoxious and gleaming under the sunlight, was that fucking convertible.The cherry-pink eyesore sat like it knew it didn’t belong and didn’t care.Noah sneered as he passed it, jaw tight.Inside, he changed into his gear with the rest of the team, the locker room full of idle chatter, towel snaps, and the occasional half-assed chirp. It was almost normal.Until she walke

For a moment, Noah let it happen.Anneliese’s kiss was over-the-top and eager, all lip and heat and desperation, like she was trying to prove something. Her nails skimmed up his arms as she kissed him again, leaning into him with theatrical effort, like they were already halfway into some late-night fantasy.He didn’t stop her, not right away. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was defiance. Maybe it was just a half second of not giving a shit.But then laughter spilled out from the gym. One of the guys yelled something about Lukas’s form, and the banter knocked a bit of clarity back into Noah’s skull.He straightened.“Alright,” he muttered, pushing her shoulders back. Not harsh, just firm.Anneliese gave him a sultry smile, not the least bit deterred. "I’ll see you upstairs in ten?"Noah arched a brow.She smirked wider. "Sterling’s gone for the day. Office is all yours. And no one else is allowed up there without an appointment."He didn’t answer.Didn’t need to.Because Sterling bei

Sterling’s pulse pounded in his ears, but his face remained blank. Ice behind his eyes. Steel behind his voice.“Get on the desk.”Anneliese lit up like a spotlight had hit her. With a delighted squeal, she reached for his tie.He didn’t stop her.Not when she loosened the knot, not when her fingers dragged it down and off like it was part of some romantic striptease. She leaned in for a kiss, lips parted, eyes eager—And Sterling pulled back just slightly.“I never said anything about kissing,” he said flatly. “Don’t push it.”She blinked, caught off guard, but then she gave a breathy laugh and stepped back.“Fine,” she said, voice dipped in sugar. “Just don’t take this chance away from me.” But every second of it made his skin crawl.She looked good. She always looked good. That wasn’t the problem. He liked beautiful women. Slept with them. Enjoyed them.But Anneliese? She was like biting into a perfect, glossy apple only to find the inside rotted to mush. All shine, no substance. A

Noah’s hands burned his skin like brands. Sterling’s muscles flexed with every touch, every pass of those calloused palms down his sides, across his hips, locking in and holding him steady. Holding him against another man's cock.Anneliese moaned louder beneath him, her body squirming with overstimulation as Sterling was rocked into her from behind. He barely registered her. Her moans were noise, her touch an inconvenience. The only reason he kept one hand braced near her waist was to stop her from blindly reaching out. Because if she touched Noah, even by accident, he might lose it completely.He felt possessed, like every thrust stripped him down and recast him in fire. Every grind of Noah’s control burned something new into him, the rhythm searing itself into muscle and bone. He wasn’t just being touched. He was being remade. And the rhythm, Noah’s rhythm, was maddening.Intoxicating.Sterling fought his body. Fought the pleasure threatening to boil over, the inevitable undoing tha

The breeze changed. Sharp, cool, damp, slicing through the thin fabric of his hoodie and jolting Noah awake with a shiver.He blinked, his whole body stiff from sleep, disoriented by the fading dream and the press of earth beneath him. It took him a moment to remember where he was and why the guilt hit so hard when he did.The cemetery.He sat up slowly, limbs stiff, his back aching slightly from sleeping against the rough bark. As his eyes adjusted, they landed on the headstone in front of him and the creeping weeds curling around its base.Guilt punched him in the chest once more.He's avoided this place too long. The wind tugged gently at the unkempt grass as if scolding him in silence.He barely had time to take another breath before a voice cut through the stillness."Noah."He looked up slowly.Sterling stood at the edge of the path, dark hair tousled by the wind, his shirt part-untucked beneath a tailored coat. Even now, even here, he looked unfairly good. Like some cruel dream