All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

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Epilogue 7

It had taken them a few extra years to get here.Between seasons and schedules, one long pregnancy that turned into two perfect babies, late-night feedings and the constant, joyful threat of screaming toddlers interrupting every quiet moment, their honeymoon had been postponed again and again. Promised, planned, laughed about, and always just out of reach.Now, finally, it was just the two of them.The boat cut a clean line through the water off the southern coast of Italy, the wake fanning out in white ribbons behind them. Cliffs rose ahead — chalky stone veined with green, stacked villages clinging to impossible angles, laundry fluttering like flags.The air smelled of salt and citrus.Lukas leaned on the rail, squinting into the sun. “Okay,” he said, breathless despite himself. “This is... ridiculously perfect.”Aiden smiled, quiet and pleased.He’d planned this. Every curve of coastline, every bell drifting from somewhere inland, the timing of the light. Lukas clocked how relaxed h

Book - 4 Open Competition

“Wait a minute… you're actually gonna let some guy fuck you?”The words echoed across the ice as Ryder swung around a cone, his stick slapping the puck with an easy flick.“Yeah,” he said, breath puffing white in the cold. “It's not a big deal.”“Not a big—” Drew nearly tripped over his own skates. “What the fuck, man? Some guy’s gonna put his dick in your ass.”Ryder grinned, coasting backward. “It's Lila’s fantasy.”On the next pass, Connor skated up beside him, one brow raised behind his cage. “Your girlfriend wants that?”“Girlfriend’s a strong word,” Ryder said. “I guess technically she is, but we're open. No rules. Just fun.” He lined up the next puck, nailed the target in the corner of the net, and smirked. “You should’ve seen the foursome I had last week.”Drew groaned. “Oh God, here he goes.”“No, seriously.” Ryder laughed. “Three girls. Me, Lila, her roommate, and this tattooed redhead from the swim team. I couldn’t remember their names after round two. Lila said my dick loo

The Wolf Den

The showers roared with steam and noise, voices bouncing off the tile and laughter echoing over running water. Ryder stood under the spray, head tipped back, shampoo running down the back of his neck as Drew and Connor argued over who had the worst bruises.Zach, one of the freshman defensemen who’d finally been called up to practice with the main squad, joined the chatter. He was lanky and a little shy, still trying to figure out where he fit between all the chirping and chaos.“I still can’t wrap my head around it,” Connor said, scrubbing shampoo through his hair. “You’re seriously just gonna let her pick some random guy? You really don’t care?”Ryder shrugged, running his hands through his hair. “Yeah. She wants it, so whatever. It’s not like I’m into dudes. I’m not gay.”Drew barked a laugh. “Not gay, but letting a guy fuck you?”“It’s not like that,” Ryder said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not gonna be kissing him, or attracted to him or anything. It’s just sex. One time. It’ll be fin

One Hell of a Party

The heat of the Wolf Den hit Ryder the moment he stepped downstairs, the kind of warmth that stuck to skin and made the air smell like beer, sweat, and excitement. Music shook through the floorboards, a pulsing bass that vibrated against his ribs and blurred conversation into a background hum of laughter and shouted lyrics.He'd swapped his worn hoodie for a clean, black team jersey before heading into the chaos. It wasn’t official gear, just one of the extras the team had printed for fundraisers, but the girls never cared. Something about the logo, the stitched nameplate, and the way it fit across his shoulders made them lose their minds.Confidence came easy when you had home ice advantage.The house was packed. Lights low, beer pong tables jammed into the living room, a faint haze of cheap smoke curling toward the ceiling. Someone had strung up colored lights that flickered against walls lined with old banners. The place pulsed with sound, bass hitting like a heartbeat beneath ever

Steam and Lace

The noise of the party dulled as Lila led Ryder upstairs, heels clicking over the worn wood floors of Sigma Delta.The house groaned with life, bass thumping through walls, voices echoing below, but up here, the light was dim and private, only the hum of pipes and distant music filling the space.The faint smell of beer, sweat, and cheap cologne lingered in the air.Lila looked devastating as always. Her golden blonde hair fell in glossy waves over bare shoulders, makeup smoky enough to make her blue eyes electric, short skirt flaring as she moved, flashing toned legs that could stop traffic.The kind of girl who looked like trouble because she was.“Go shower,” she said, nudging him toward the hall. “You smell like sweat and beer.”Ryder blinked. “I showered, like, two hours ago.”“Yeah, in the locker room.” She wrinkled her nose, still smiling. “Those drains probably have cultures growing in them.”He groaned. “You want me clean or punctual?”“Both,” she said, already checking her l

No Argument

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Ryder demanded, in disbelief.Lila blinked between them. “Wait—you guys know each other?”“Yeah,” Jax said easily, his tone smooth like this was nothing. “We had practice together earlier.” He looked far too relaxed for someone walking into this mess. “I should’ve mentioned, I just moved in here.”Lila’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, Jax! You’re on the team?! I didn’t know you played hockey.”Ryder scoffed, the sound sharp. “No, he’s not on the goddamn team.”Calloway didn’t even glance his way. “It’s a recent thing,” he said casually, unbothered. “I’ve only been playing a few months.”Ryder snorted to himself. A few months? He’d been sweating and bleeding for years to get where he was, and this guy thought he could just stroll in and steal the spotlight. It was almost funny. Almost. One good body check, he thought, and this pretty boy’ll be crying about ruining his hair.The guy was clearly in it for the jersey, and the ego boost.Lila and Jax both loo

Team Spirit

“Wait."Calloway paused mid-step, looking back. His expression, irritatingly calm.Ryder cleared his throat, feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck.“If you’re gonna be such a big girl about it,” he muttered. “You can touch above the waist and shit.”For a second, Jax just stared at him like he couldn’t tell if Ryder was joking. Then the corner of his mouth curved, slow and deliberate, as he turned back around.“Above the waist and shit, huh?” His tone was low, almost amused. Calloway tilted his head slightly, eyes catching the low light of the room.“Tempting,” he said, voice roughened by something that wasn’t quite laughter, “but it still sounds like you’re forcing yourself.”His gaze lingered on Ryder, steady and unreadable. Up close, he looked too composed for the chaos of the party downstairs. Dark hair falling just right, jaw set, and eyes so deep and sharp they seemed to pin Ryder where he stood. The intensity behind them wasn’t mocking this time. Just assessing.“I’m not f

Sensitive

Lips met Ryder’s.The kiss hit like a shockwave. Nothing like the playful, cocky kisses he threw at girls at parties. This was heat and pressure and something more dangerous. Jax kissed like he had all the time in the world to pull Ryder apart one breath at a time.There was a guy’s tongue in his mouth.An actual guy.Ryder’s brain couldn’t even make sense of the situation. But his body was already reacting, clenched up tight, every muscle humming with confusion and heat.Jackson Calloway's stubble rasped against his skin in a way no girl's skin ever could, rough and jarring, but not bad. Not even close. It felt like being grabbed by the collar and pulled under. The kiss grew more aggressive, more consuming, nothing soft or slow about it. Just lips and tongue and heat. Demanding. Unapologetic.It should’ve been too much.But the taste of him, like alcohol and heat, sent something electric twisting down Ryder’s spine. His body betrayed him, cock twitching in Lila’s mouth as she kept go

Too Much

Ryder lay back stiffly on his bed, every muscle in his body still buzzing.Lila’s fingers were wrapped around his cock, slow and distracted, a lazy stroke that did little but remind him how overworked and oversensitive he already was.Across the sheets, Jax was between Lila’s legs, moving like he’d done it a thousand times before. It was surreal, watching another guy fuck his girlfriend in his bed. The sound of it, the rhythm, the soft whimpers she made, it should’ve been hot, maybe even satisfying in some twisted way. But mostly, it annoyed him.He wasn't sure why.Maybe it was the way Jax barely looked at him, like Ryder was already old news. Or the maddening calm he wore, that silent arrogance that said he was in control of everything and everyone. It made Ryder’s teeth grind. Maybe it was the way Lila’s fingers slacked around Ryder's cock, lost to Calloway’s rhythm instead of his.Somewhere downstairs, bass thumped through the floorboards, muffled shouts and laughter echoing off t

Senseless

Ryder lay on his side, sheets twisted around one leg, facing the wall, eyes shut. His body was tense, his breathing forced slow and even. He wasn’t asleep. Not even close. But he didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to look, didn’t want to exist. Pretending was easier.His skin still buzzed, over-warm and over-sensitive, every nerve raw. His brain wouldn’t shut up or make any sense.He couldn’t believe he’d just cum again.That quickly. That hard. That way.He hadn’t even known it was possible. Not after everything else. But his body had betrayed him in the worst, most humiliating way, and now he was lying there, wrecked and quiet, while that asshole was still going like it was just a casual Saturday night.Lila had been thrilled, of course.“Oh my god, Ry,” she’d giggled, breathless and glowing, still stroking his hair. “That was so hot. You were so intense—I knew you’d be like that.”He hadn’t answered. Couldn’t. His face burned with it all.Jax had just looked at him. Calm. Composed.

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