Todos os capítulos de Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Sterling’s words lingered in the space between them.Noah should’ve walked away.Every bone in his body told him to go. To reclaim some scrap of control, some final thread of dignity. To throw up a wall before it crumbled entirely.But his feet wouldn’t move.They were bolted to the floor.His chest rose and fell too fast as Sterling stood there, unapologetic and impossibly steady. Not smug. Not triumphant. Just certain. Like he already knew Noah wouldn’t leave.Because he wouldn't.They both knew Noah was always going to stay.His heart slammed against his ribs as Sterling reached for the hem of his shirt.Noah braced himself for some long-winded, sappy apology.But instead, Sterling undressed.One smooth pull, and the shirt came off. The fabric slid over muscles that flexed and rippled in the low light. His chest was broad, smooth, dusted with dark hair that trailed between the sharp lines of his abdomen. His arms, thick with strength, veins snaking beneath the skin, moved with quie

Noah withdrew just long enough to reach for the nightstand drawer.He knew exactly where to look.After three weeks of stolen nights and punishing pleasure, Sterling’s room—no matter the city, no matter the hotel—had become familiar. Noah knew exactly where Sterling kept the lube he now reached for.He popped the cap and poured liquid, generously, over Sterling’s cock. It ran in slow, glossy rivulets down the thick shaft, pooling between his legs.Sterling groaned. His jaw clenched tight, head tipping back against the pillows as his throat worked around a curse. His hands fisted the sheets like he needed an anchor, muscles in his arms flexing as he tried to ground himself. His cock, slick and flushed, twitched violently in Noah’s hand, the veins standing out like cords under the strain of holding back."Fuck," he rasped, voice breaking. "Noah—I can't hold back—"He cut himself off with another groan, this one deeper, darker, like it had been dragged straight from his chest.Noah strok

Sunlight spilled through the hotel curtains, warm and golden against the sheets tangled around them.Noah stirred first.His cheek was resting against Sterling’s shoulder, his arm slung low across the man’s broad chest, fingers curled loosely near his ribs. One of Sterling’s arms was wrapped around his back, his palm resting just above Noah’s hip, holding him there. Their legs were tangled from ankle to thigh, so closely knit it was impossible to tell whose was whose.It was intimate.Undeniably so.The kind of position that came from instinct, not intention. It should’ve been awkward, after everything. But it wasn’t.It was warm. Soft and safe in a way he hadn't known was missing.He blinked slowly, the quiet hush of the room a strange kind of peace he hadn’t known in years. And then his eyes landed on Sterling’s face.The man looked almost boyish in sleep—lips parted just slightly, lashes dark against his cheeks, jaw soft in a way it never was while awake. The shadows under his eyes

Chicago’s evening lights blurred past the windows, a quiet hum settling in the car as it glided through the city.Noah sat back, his fingers drumming lightly on his thigh. The buzz of the game still clung to his skin, but it was fading. Replaced now by a quieter anticipation.Sterling hadn’t said where they were going. Just told the driver to go, before settling in beside him like they did this all the time.Noah glanced at him.He looked relaxed, unreadable. But there was something beneath it, an edge to the calm.The car turned off the main street into a quieter neighborhood, the bright noise of downtown falling away behind them. Trees lined the sidewalks, and little boutique shops and understated restaurants lined the narrow streets.They stopped outside a place Noah wouldn’t have noticed otherwise. No sign. No valet. Just a small entrance with warm, ambient light spilling from behind smoked glass windows.Sterling stepped out first, walking around the car to open the door for Noah

They left the restaurant separately, but it didn’t matter. Every glance, every whispered word, every smirk had already set the tone for the night. Noah had barely managed to catch his breath after Sterling’s mouth was on him, and now he had to walk beside the man, compose himself, like he hadn’t just cum down his boss's throat.He shot a look at Sterling’s slacks before they parted outside the restaurant and spotted the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric. Unspent. Full of promise. Noah bit back a grin. The old guy wants a date, he thought, he’s gonna have to put out more than that.Two sleek town cars were waiting at the curb, blacked-out windows and all. Of course Sterling had arranged everything. Noah climbed into his with a smirk, sinking into the leather seat as he stared out at the city. He had a growing list of things he wanted to do to that man tonight, and maybe a few things he wanted Sterling to do to him.At the hotel, they arrived at staggered times. Noah walked in f