Todos los capítulos de Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Capítulo 441 - Capítulo 450

Practice was already loud by the time Jamie reached the rink. Sharp cracks of sticks on ice, pucks slamming boards, voices bouncing off the high ceiling. The cold hit him the second he stepped through the side entrance, bleeding through his charcoal button-down and raising goosebumps along his arms. He adjusted the borrowed camera strap, heart already beating too fast.He couldn’t hide in the stands tonight. Coach Larsson had waved him down the moment he arrived: “Closer to the glass if you want usable footage.” So Jamie drifted low, stopping in the narrow media gap behind the boards. Close enough to feel the ice’s chill seep into his bones. Close enough to hear every grunt, every curse, every scrape of steel on ice.Close enough to see Max.Max was in the net, massive pads making him look even broader, mask down, stance low and coiled. A shot whipped in from the left circle — glove snapping up with clean, brutal precision. No rebound. No wasted motion. Just pure, focused dominance

Max changed in silence, the rustle of pads and fabric loud in the small equipment room. Jamie hovered awkwardly by the door, fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt, trying not to stare at the way Max’s muscles flexed under bruised skin. The split lip looked worse under the harsh lights, a dark bruise already shadowing his jaw, but Max moved like none of it mattered. Efficient and quiet. Every few seconds his green eyes flicked toward Jamie — making sure he was still there.When Max finally stood and pulled on a fresh hoodie, he looked exhausted and unfairly hot all at once. The fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, sleeves pushed up to show those thick forearms Jamie couldn’t stop remembering wrapped around him last night.“C’mon,” Max said, voice low and rough. “We’ve got a game to play.”The walk to the car was quiet, the night air sharp against Jamie’s flushed skin. The second they were inside Max’s Golf and the doors clicked shut, Jamie’s anxiety spiked like a live wire.

“My turn.”The words left Jamie shaky but determined. He shoved Max back against the mattress with both hands, heart slamming so hard he felt dizzy. He was already naked from the waist down, wearing nothing but Max’s oversized hoodie that hung loose around his thighs. Jamie could still feel the slick stretch of lube and two thick fingers inside him. He might as well go for it. While Max was here. While Max was willing. While Max was looking at him like that.Because if Max had finally realized he liked men, he could have anyone. Jamie wasn’t stupid. This might be the only chance he’d ever get.Max’s green eyes darkened with pure want. “Yeah?” he breathed, the single word rough and hungry. “Take it, little nerd.”Jamie swung a leg over and straddled Max’s hips, heart hammering. This was only his second time ever having sex. Second time touching another guy like this. And it was Max — the man he’d fantasized about for months, the voice in his headset that had kept him company through

Jamie’s stomach plummeted the second he heard Max’s voice behind them.“You’re going to Korea?”He turned so fast he nearly knocked over his latte.“No,” Jamie stammered, voice cracking. “I-I mean… it would just be a visit. Family stuff. I’m not… I’m not moving or anything.”The sharp concern in Max’s expression softened slightly. His shoulders eased a fraction as he slid into the seat right next to Jamie, their thighs pressing together under the table.Zach appeared a second later, grinning as he dropped into the chair beside Ava. “Hey, you found them. Hi, Ava,” he said, a little too casually, cheeks pink. “You look great today.”Ava beamed. “Thanks, Zach.”Max’s hand found Jamie’s thigh under the table, warm and steady. He glanced at Jamie’s cup. “Thought you said you like black coffee.”Oh shit. Max remembered the lie.Ava tilted her head, all innocence. “What? Jamie drinking black coffee? Someone was trying to impress the hockey boys.” She winked at Jamie. “He doesn’t touch anythi

Jamie was a really good tutor. He explained complicated stats concepts like they were the simplest things in the world, breaking them down into small, logical pieces with that quiet, focused voice. Every time he leaned over the notebook to scribble something, the oversized hoodie slipped off one shoulder and Max’s brain short-circuited for a second.He’s like a sexy teacher at the start of an old porno, Max thought, biting the inside of his cheek. Except this one’s real and I’m not allowed to bend him over the desk.Jamie bit the end of his pen while he thought, brows furrowed in concentration. It was criminal. Max wanted to pull the pen out with his teeth.“You’re doing great,” Jamie said softly, tapping the page. “See? Once you separate the variables like this, the rest falls into place.”Max nodded, pretending to focus on the numbers. He was actually focusing on the way Jamie’s dark hair fell into his eyes, the small furrow between his brows, the way his tongue darted out to wet h