Semua Bab Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Bab 341 - Bab 350

They stayed like that for a beat, just breathing.Jax’s chest was warm and solid against Ryder’s back, his hands still braced on Ryder’s hips like he needed the contact to steady himself. Heat lingered everywhere they touched. Shoulders, hips, thighs. Droplets clung to their skin, the small stall too close and too quiet in the aftermath.Ryder’s hands slid down from where he’d been braced against the wall, fingers trembling as they fell uselessly to his sides. His pulse was loud in his ears. He could feel Jax’s breath on the back of his neck, uneven and wrecked.“Hayes—” Jax started.“Hayes!” Connor’s voice cut in at the exact same moment, loud and abrasive, echoing off tile. “We’re leaving. Where the fuck are you?”Both of them froze.Ryder’s heart jumped straight into his throat. “I’m—” He swallowed, then yelled back, “I’m in the bathroom!”He tried to turn, panic spiking, the movement awkward and wrong with Jax still pressed between his thighs.“Back off,” Ryder hissed under his br

Ryder made it through the rest of anatomy wishing he hadn't come.The lecture blurred together in clinical terms and projected diagrams, the professor’s voice steady as she talked through vertebrae and nerve pathways.He took notes he barely processed, nodded at things he already knew, kept his eyes firmly off the back of Jackson Calloway’s head. By the time class ended, Ryder’s jaw ached from clenching it.Practice that afternoon was brutal as always.If anatomy had put him on edge, the ice stripped him raw. Ryder skated like he was being hunted, every drill a chance to prove himself. Larsson barked for speed, for control, for stability, and Ryder threw his body into it like he could outrun the words themselves.He pushed hard, skating like something was on his heels. Every drill, every sprint, every collision—he went at it full tilt, lungs burning, legs screaming, refusing to ease up. Since Calloway arrived, it felt like rest was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Like if he slowed for ev

The cafeteria was already half taken over when Ryder got there.Most of the team had pushed a couple of long tables together near the windows, bags dumped at their feet, trays scattered with food like an invasion. It was loud in that familiar way—chairs scraping, voices overlapping, someone laughing too hard at something that wasn’t that funny.Ryder dropped into an open seat across from Beck, snagged a fork off an abandoned tray, and started stealing bites without asking.“Get your own,” Beck muttered.“Shut up,” Ryder said, already reaching again.A few minutes later, the doors swung open and Calloway walked in.Ryder felt it before he saw it. A subtle shift in the room. Heads turning. A couple of girls at a nearby table straightening without realizing they’d done it.Max waved immediately. “Calloway! Over here.”Traitor.Jax crossed the cafeteria easy and unhurried, dropped his bag at the end of the table, then turned toward the food line without a word.Ryder pretended not to watc

Ryder felt it first in his pulse. It was hard, fast, and impossible to ignore. He was suddenly too aware of everything, of the heat at his back, of the quiet drag of breath so close to his ear it made his shoulders tense.Jax slid his hand down Ryder’s spine, lighter this time, but unmistakably intentional. He guided Ryder’s fingers again, slower, anchoring him in place as his own thumb pressed just beside the bone.Ryder turned his head without meaning to. Just a fraction.Enough to see Jax’s mouth. The curve of his lips was calm. Focused.Ryder’s breath shallowed, his body reacting without permission.Jax kept his hand exactly where it was. “Are you hard?” he asked quietly.Ryder's silence betrayed him. He swallowed, jaw flexing, eyes still fixed on Jax’s mouth.Jax’s thumb traced a slow, idle circle at Ryder’s lower back. Not moving away. Not moving closer. Just enough to make Ryder’s knees feel unsteady.“You’re fucking sensitive, Hayes,” Jax murmured.Ryder’s face burned. He sta

Ryder woke up and immediately rolled onto his stomach, shoving his face into the pillow like it might smother the memory.It didn’t.He groaned into the fabric.He’d had sex with Jax.Again.Somewhere between last night and now, a crucial part of his brain had clearly fallen out.He lay there, eyes squeezed shut, heart thudding too fast for morning, and the memories came anyway. The desk. The pressure of Jax’s hands pinning him in place. The way every touch had felt right in a way Ryder absolutely did not want to unpack. How he’d tried to hold himself stiff and furious and failed the second Jax moved, his body arching on instinct, giving him away like it was proud of it.God.Heat stirred low and unwelcome, his body reacting before he could stop it. He pressed his forehead harder into the pillow, mortified by himself. It had been humiliating. Being bent over the desk, being told what to do, knowing Jax could feel every response and didn’t let up.And the worst part?It had felt so goo