All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

“Wait a minute… you're actually gonna let some guy fuck you?”The words echoed across the ice as Ryder swung around a cone, his stick slapping the puck with an easy flick.“Yeah,” he said, breath puffing white in the cold. “It's not a big deal.”“Not a big—” Drew nearly tripped over his own skates. “What the fuck, man? Some guy’s gonna put his dick in your ass.”Ryder grinned, coasting backward. “It's Lila’s fantasy.”On the next pass, Connor skated up beside him, one brow raised behind his cage. “Your girlfriend wants that?”“Girlfriend’s a strong word,” Ryder said. “I guess technically she is, but we're open. No rules. Just fun.” He lined up the next puck, nailed the target in the corner of the net, and smirked. “You should’ve seen the foursome I had last week.”Drew groaned. “Oh God, here he goes.”“No, seriously.” Ryder laughed. “Three girls. Me, Lila, her roommate, and this tattooed redhead from the swim team. I couldn’t remember their names after round two. Lila said my dick loo

The heat of the Wolf Den hit Ryder the moment he stepped downstairs, the kind of warmth that stuck to skin and made the air smell like beer, sweat, and excitement. Music shook through the floorboards, a pulsing bass that vibrated against his ribs and blurred conversation into a background hum of laughter and shouted lyrics.He'd swapped his worn hoodie for a clean, black team jersey before heading into the chaos. It wasn’t official gear, just one of the extras the team had printed for fundraisers, but the girls never cared. Something about the logo, the stitched nameplate, and the way it fit across his shoulders made them lose their minds.Confidence came easy when you had home ice advantage.The house was packed. Lights low, beer pong tables jammed into the living room, a faint haze of cheap smoke curling toward the ceiling. Someone had strung up colored lights that flickered against walls lined with old banners. The place pulsed with sound, bass hitting like a heartbeat beneath ever

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Ryder demanded, in disbelief.Lila blinked between them. “Wait—you guys know each other?”“Yeah,” Jax said easily, his tone smooth like this was nothing. “We had practice together earlier.” He looked far too relaxed for someone walking into this mess. “I should’ve mentioned, I just moved in here.”Lila’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, Jax! You’re on the team?! I didn’t know you played hockey.”Ryder scoffed, the sound sharp. “No, he’s not on the goddamn team.”Calloway didn’t even glance his way. “It’s a recent thing,” he said casually, unbothered. “I’ve only been playing a few months.”Ryder snorted to himself. A few months? He’d been sweating and bleeding for years to get where he was, and this guy thought he could just stroll in and steal the spotlight. It was almost funny. Almost. One good body check, he thought, and this pretty boy’ll be crying about ruining his hair.The guy was clearly in it for the jersey, and the ego boost.Lila and Jax both loo

Lips met Ryder’s.The kiss hit like a shockwave. Nothing like the playful, cocky kisses he threw at girls at parties. This was heat and pressure and something more dangerous. Jax kissed like he had all the time in the world to pull Ryder apart one breath at a time.There was a guy’s tongue in his mouth.An actual guy.Ryder’s brain couldn’t even make sense of the situation. But his body was already reacting, clenched up tight, every muscle humming with confusion and heat.Jackson Calloway's stubble rasped against his skin in a way no girl's skin ever could, rough and jarring, but not bad. Not even close. It felt like being grabbed by the collar and pulled under. The kiss grew more aggressive, more consuming, nothing soft or slow about it. Just lips and tongue and heat. Demanding. Unapologetic.It should’ve been too much.But the taste of him, like alcohol and heat, sent something electric twisting down Ryder’s spine. His body betrayed him, cock twitching in Lila’s mouth as she kept go

Ryder lay on his side, sheets twisted around one leg, facing the wall, eyes shut. His body was tense, his breathing forced slow and even. He wasn’t asleep. Not even close. But he didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to look, didn’t want to exist. Pretending was easier.His skin still buzzed, over-warm and over-sensitive, every nerve raw. His brain wouldn’t shut up or make any sense.He couldn’t believe he’d just cum again.That quickly. That hard. That way.He hadn’t even known it was possible. Not after everything else. But his body had betrayed him in the worst, most humiliating way, and now he was lying there, wrecked and quiet, while that asshole was still going like it was just a casual Saturday night.Lila had been thrilled, of course.“Oh my god, Ry,” she’d giggled, breathless and glowing, still stroking his hair. “That was so hot. You were so intense—I knew you’d be like that.”He hadn’t answered. Couldn’t. His face burned with it all.Jax had just looked at him. Calm. Composed.