Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Perfect conditions.
They’d spent the afternoon skating like idiots, just like their very first real date back in college. The sun was setting now, painting the snow and ice in soft pinks and golds. Ryder glided backward, stick in hand, grinning as Jax tried to steal the puck from him.
“You’re getting slow, Calloway,” Ryder taunted, laughing when Jax lunged and missed.
Jax’s dark eyes sparkled with pure, uncomplicated joy. “Keep running your mouth, Hayes. See where that gets you.”