All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Nora still couldn’t believe she’d been talked into this.She’d been ambushed by Ryder on his knees in the doorway of her dorm room earlier that day, hands clasped together like a desperate prayer, eyes wide and pathetic.“Please, please, please, please, please!” he’d whined, rocking back and forth dramatically. “Nora, I’m begging you. I don’t want to cancel this date again. I really like him. It’s only one night.”Students were walking past in the hallway, staring openly. Someone snickered.Nora’s face burned. “For fuck’s sake, get up. People can see you.”But he didn’t. He shuffled forward on his knees, grabbing the bottom of her door so she couldn’t close it.“Beck said he’ll watch you the whole time,” Ryder continued, voice cracking with desperation. “He’s super overbearing, so Jax won’t be worried. Please. I’ll owe you forever. Anything you want.”More people were passing now. A girl slowed down, phone already out like she was considering filming.Nora hissed, “People are literall

Ryder's mom was still looking at him like she was trying to memorize something new about her own kid. Like she was rearranging her entire understanding of him in real time.It wasn’t hostile. It wasn’t easy either.Jax had seen worse. He remembered his own mother sitting at the kitchen table, her phone face-down but not before he’d caught the photo on it. A photo he hadn't managed to untag fast enough—him with a guy’s hands in his hair, mouths pressed together, unmistakable even in a quick glance.She hadn’t said anything.Not that night. Not the next morning. Not ever.No questions. No anger. No rejection.Just a kind of tight, tired silence—like she’d already decided what it meant and didn’t have the energy to argue with it.Jax had let it go.Maybe he shouldn’t have. Maybe he should’ve pushed. Forced the conversation. Said it out loud the way Ryder just had. Messy, exposed, impossible to ignore.She hadn’t seemed disgusted. Just… defensive.Maybe one day.Ryder’s mom was already t

Nora couldn’t catch her breath.Drew’s mouth was on hers, hot, deep and demanding.Then Connor turned her face with strong fingers in her hair and kissed her like he was starving, tongue brushing against hers in a rhythm that left her gasping. They passed her between them so many times she lost track of whose hands were where. She only knew there were four hands roaming her body, two mouths devouring her, and she was burning up between them.Her hoodie disappeared. Her bra followed. Cool air hit her skin for half a second before Drew’s palms cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until she arched with a broken moan. Connor’s mouth latched onto the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while his hand slid down her stomach and into her leggings.“Fuck,” Drew whispered, voice rough. “Nora… you’re so damn hot.”Then they were on her again — Drew’s mouth closing over one nipple, tongue swirling. Connor kissed the other side of her neck, breathing hard against he

Ryder shoved another heavy box across the bedroom floor and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist. Their new apartment in Blackmoor was perfect — sunlight pouring through tall corner windows that overlooked the river, light wood floors that still smelled faintly of fresh polish, and enough open wall space for all the team photos and framed tickets they’d already started hanging. It wasn’t huge. Just two bedrooms, an open living-kitchen area, and a tiny balcony barely big enough for two chairs and a couple of plants. But it was theirs. The kind of place that already felt like home after only a week.He knelt by the dresser, unpacking one of Jax’s boxes. Folded Direwolves hoodies, worn practice jerseys from their Greyhollow days, and that ridiculous silver chain Jax rarely took off. Ryder ran his thumb over the cool links, a slow smile tugging at his mouth. A year ago he would’ve laughed in anyone’s face if they told him he’d be living with Jackson Calloway. Hell, a

Lila was having the best night.The hotel bar glowed with warm golden light and the low thrum of post-game celebration. Hockey players from both teams filled the space, broad shoulders and sharp jawlines everywhere she looked, but her eyes kept drifting back to the two men beside her.Ryder and Jax.Her boys.They were radiant together. Ryder’s golden hair was messy from running his hands through it, cheeks flushed from laughter and a couple of beers. Jax was always at his side, dark hair falling over his forehead, one arm slung possessively around Ryder’s waist. Every time Ryder said something stupid, Jax’s mouth curved into that small, private smile that made Lila’s chest ache with how happy they looked.She snapped another photo of them, Ryder making a ridiculous face while Jax tried and failed to look stern. She laughed when Ryder immediately demanded to see it.“You two are disgustingly cute,” she said, leaning into Ryder’s side. “I missed this. Missed you.”Ryder wrapped an arm