Todos los capítulos de Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Capítulo 451 - Capítulo 460

Max stood in front of the mirror in the visitors’ locker room, methodically taping his stick with the same focused precision he used for everything these days. The Westlake Bears’ arena hummed with pre-game energy on the other side of the wall — loud music, cheering fans, the sharp crack of warm-up shots. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the familiar weight of his pads settle into place.He needed another goalie goal tonight.He needed it.He’d come close twice in the last week. Once against Eastern, when he’d pinched up during a delayed penalty and nearly beat the opposing goalie on a long clear. The puck had rung off the post. Another time against State, he’d spotted the weak side and fired a perfect saucer pass that his winger just couldn’t finish. Every time he got close, the hunger in his chest sharpened.This wasn’t just about proving he belonged anymore. It was about proving there was only one goalie this team needed. Dane was gone, but Max still felt the pressure like a blad

Jamie stood in front of his tiny closet, heart doing stupid fluttering things in his chest.The dorm room was barely 12 by 12 feet — a cramped rectangle that suddenly felt even smaller with Max’s giant TV still dominating the desk and Max’s clothes mixed in with his own. Sharing such a small space with the guy you were about to go to dinner with had one major downside: Jamie couldn’t obsess over his outfit the way he wanted to. He couldn’t try on six different shirts and panic in the mirror without Max witnessing the sad, desperate display.Still, he tried.He settled on light, loose-fitting jeans and a soft navy sweater, sleeves rolled once. It wasn’t fancy, but it was better than the usual hoodie-and-sweats he wore in his dorm room. When he came back from the bathroom, Max was already dressed, leaning against the desk looking unfairly hot in a black button-down that hugged his broad shoulders and chest, sleeves rolled up to show those thick forearms, dark jeans, and boots. Jamie to

Jamie’s mind crashed the second the name left Max’s lips.He was still folded in half — knees pressed tight to his own chest, legs spread obscenely wide, those stupid duck socks hovering on either side of Max’s head. He tried to twist, tried to pull his legs down.He was so full. Max buried to the hilt inside him, thick and throbbing, stretching him open in that overwhelming way that made his toes curl inside the ridiculous socks. The burn was intense, bordering on too much, but the pleasure was sharper, deeper, flooding every nerve. He tried to twist, tried to pull his legs down, panic and overwhelming sensation crashing together.“Max— wait, wait a minute—” Jamie gasped, voice cracking. “I can explain, please—”Max didn’t wait.He drove in harder, deeper, hips snapping forward with a punishing rhythm that stole the air from Jamie’s lungs. The stretch burned so good, every thrust dragging perfectly against that spot inside him that made white-hot sparks explode behind his eyes.“Tel

Jamie woke to the feeling of warmth and the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside him. For the first time since Max had started staying over, the goalie was still fast asleep.Jamie turned his head slowly on the pillow, careful not to wake him, and let himself just… look.Max was breathtaking like this. Completely unguarded. His golden brown hair was tousled from sleep, falling across his forehead in messy strands. Long lashes rested against his cheeks, and his full lips were slightly parted, soft and relaxed. The sheet had slipped dangerously low on his hips, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs, the faint trail of hair leading downward. A lingering bruise from practice still shadowed his ribs, but it only added to the rugged, masculine beauty that made Jamie’s chest ache. One powerful arm was flung above his head, the other resting loosely across his stomach, fingers relaxed. In sleep, the usual teasing smirk and confident energy were gone, replaced by something so

Jamie stared at the email until the letters blurred together on the screen. His appetite disappeared instantly.Max set his fork down, watching him with that steady gaze. “Hey. Breathe. It’s probably nothing serious. Professors love sounding dramatic with emails like that. I’ll pick you up later, drive you to the media building, and wait right outside the whole time. It's gonna be fine, okay?”Jamie nodded, forcing a small smile, but the knot in his stomach only tightened. Max leaned across the tray and kissed his temple, warm and reassuring, before he had to leave for conditioning. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence of the tiny dorm room pressed in immediately.Jamie tried to distract himself. He cleaned up the breakfast things, wiped down the desk, even straightened Max’s scattered clothes. But every few minutes his eyes drifted back to the email. Concerns. The word felt like a threat. What if it was about the Dane footage? What if someone had seen him and Max toget