บททั้งหมดของ Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Still flung over Sterling’s shoulder, Noah gritted his teeth, hips draped helplessly over the solid heat beneath him.“This house is too fucking big,” he muttered, voice strained.Sterling’s dark chuckle rumbled through his back. “I’ll have lube plumbed into every room first thing in the morning.”Noah snorted, a shaky laugh escaping him despite the ache clawing at every nerve. Every stride Sterling took was torment, his cock grinding against the powerful chest beneath him, each jostle sending another maddening wave through his body.Sterling’s free hand palmed the curve of his ass again, fingers rough and possessive, heat radiating with every touch.Noah groaned, unable to help himself. His hips began to grind subtly against Sterling’s chest, needing friction, needing something.“Stop squirming,” Sterling growled, voice sharp with restraint.But before Noah could answer, he felt the shift, Sterling’s stride lengthening, more purposeful now.A door opened, cool air brushing his skin.

The flight passed in a haze of half-sleep and idle banter. Noah had scored a seat with Becker and Ash nearby, both of whom seemed determined to make sure no one in their section got any real rest.Sterling, of course, had a better seat a few rows ahead. Noah caught glimpses of him now and then, buried in his laptop or talking quietly with Jessica. Always composed. Always one step ahead.By the time they landed in Seattle and loaded onto the team bus bound for the arena, the adrenaline was starting to hum through the group. A few hours to kill before warm-up. Enough time for the nerves to build.They were given a large conference room to lounge in. Tables circled the space, a steady flow of food and snacks being replaced as the guys sprawled out to recover from the flight.Noah perched on the edge of a table in the corner, watching the chaos unfold. Becker was already on his third protein bar, claiming they were the only thing keeping him alive. Ash and Lukas were locked in a heated ba

The buzz in the arena hit different tonight.Even during warm-up, Noah could feel the heat of the crowd, louder than usual, more excited. And a noticeable chunk of that noise was aimed directly at him.He spotted the signs first. Big block letters spelling his name in glitter. One had a blown-up photo of his post-goal grin, another read "Skate me, Daddy #88." It was ridiculous. It was loud. And it was very, very visible.His gaze flicked to the box. To Sterling.Dark suit. Pale shirt. Arms folded. Jaw like granite.Oh, that’s irritating the shit out of him, Noah thought with a flicker of wicked delight.So he leaned into it. Skated by the boards closest to the fans and gave them a lazy, cocky wave, adding a wink for good measure.A camera caught it. The boards rattled from the scream.A chant started somewhere in the section—“Rivers! Rivers!”—and it actually caught on. The sound swelled and carried across the ice, and Noah caught himself grinning despite the tension.He might’ve only

The kiss ended just before the door clicked open and the doctor returned, a tray of tools in hand. Noah leaned back in the chair with a reluctant breath, glancing down at his leg like he’d just remembered it was there.“Alright,” the doctor said cheerfully. “Let’s get you cleaned up and stitched. We’ll start antibiotics today, and I’ll write something mild for pain.”Noah gave a one-shouldered shrug but nodded. “Whatever gets me back on the ice.”Sterling remained close, dragging a chair beside him.When the needle pierced skin, Noah’s hand found his without hesitation. Sterling never let go, his thumb brushing slow circles against Noah’s knuckles while the stitches went in, steady and grounding.***Sterling drove them back to the hotel in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally drifting to Noah’s thigh.That night there was no dominance. No tearing clothes off each other. Just dinner in bed and quiet conversation. Sterling ordered room service and forced Noah to eat h

The private room the team had taken over was already buzzing with noise when Noah walked in, grateful to find a long breakfast buffet lining the walls. The scent of bacon and coffee hit him immediately.A few heads turned as he entered."There he is," Josh grinned. "Surprised you're walking around after that scratch."Noah flipped him off with a lazy smirk.Sterling walked in all of five seconds later. Subtle.Ash raised his brows. "You and Lukas getting benched today? If the rookie here doesn’t last long either—" he tilted his head toward Milo, "—I’m gonna assume sucking dick makes you weak."The guys howled with laughter.Noah didn’t miss a beat as he headed toward the buffet. “You don't know the struggle those poor girls were having,” he said, grabbing a plate. “You've all got 'dainty' dicks, perfect for girly hands. I need someone who can do some heavy lifting.”The room erupted. Lukas snorted into his coffee. Noah caught the smallest twitch at the corner of Sterling’s mouth, tryi