Page 18 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)
Kaz jerked Miles away from the counter, only to turn him around and push him across another. He caught himself with his hands on the countertop, the cold stone biting into his skin.
“Here?” he gasped out, gaze jerking toward the door.
Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see them.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, Kaz’s teeth digging into that spot between his neck and shoulder.
Kaz pressed his hips against Miles’s ass, the feel of his hard cock making him whimper.
“Yes,” Kaz said, his voice deep and gravelly. “Right here.”
His pants were unceremoniously undone and shoved down to sit around his thighs. He heard Kaz spit into his hands, and then fingers were between his cheeks, pushing inside him with a force that should’ve made him tell Kaz to fuck off. Instead, he moaned and rocked back on Kaz’s fingers.
He needed this so fucking much.
He needed Kaz.
He somehow managed to spot the cooking oil on the counter through the haze of lust and reached for it. His fingers wrapped around the bottle, but he didn’t get to pull it toward them before Kaz took it out of his hand and shoved it back across the counter.
“You think I haven’t been prepared since the day you arrived? I’ve been patient, Sweetheart. Very fucking patient.”
Kaz’s breath was hot against the side of his neck, and he barely registered the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Kaz’s fingers disappeared only to press back inside him mere seconds later, now lubed up.
Kaz spread his fingers as he drove them inside him, and the need for more nearly blinded him.
He spread his legs as much as he could with his pants around his thighs.
He held onto the edge of the counter, his head dropping forward as he panted, rocking back against Kaz.
He’d dreamed of this. He’d feared it. But Kaz felt so good pressed against his back that he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
He didn’t want Kaz to stop. He didn’t want this to ever stop.
Lips found the side of his neck, and he tilted his head to the side to give Kaz better access.
Oh, he was such a fool. Such a needy fucking fool.
Kaz was everything he shouldn’t want, and everything he craved. Rough. Possessive. Unrelenting. All-consuming.
Kaz pulled back, soft curses filling the air.
Miles couldn’t think enough to say anything. All he could do was react, moans spilling out of him with every brush of Kaz’s fingers on his prostate.
“Miles?”
Kaz’s voice was strained. He was holding back. He was asking for permission, and he would be damned if he didn’t give it to him. There wasn’t a single part of him that protested as he nodded, a plea on his lips.
Kaz’s fingers disappeared, and a second later, they were replaced by the head of Kaz’s thick cock. Kaz slid inside him, spreading him wide and filling him like no one else had in fourteen years.
Kaz was all over him. Hands trailing down his body. Lips pressing kisses up the side of his neck. Kaz’s scent the only thing he could smell. That deep, husky voice washing over him.
Kaz pulled his hips back and snapped forward, driving his cock deep inside Miles, who fought to catch his breath, the stretch and friction feeling so damned good.
Kaz fucked him like he’d been holding back for too long.
He touched and kissed him with desperation.
As if he might disappear. As if he might stop Kaz.
He didn’t have it in him to tell Kaz that it wouldn’t happen. That he couldn’t walk away because he felt that desperation just the same.
Kaz was whispering about how good he felt and how much he wanted him. He wanted so desperately to believe it was real. To believe Kaz cared. That Kaz could be his again. That this was Kaz claiming him.
Hips slammed against him, Kaz’s hard thrusts driving him up onto his toes, and all he could do was arch his back and moan when he took Kaz deeper, the new angle making Kaz’s cock hit his prostate just right.
He bit his lip to keep any sounds in, but it was to no avail because Kaz pulled his lip from his teeth with his thumb, breath hot against his ear as he said, “Let them hear. Hear how desperate you are for me.”
“Oh fuck,” he hissed.“ Kaz. ”
Fingers dug into his hips, and he knew he’d be bruised tomorrow. He relished the thought of having Kaz’s mark on him to a depraved level he’d never admit to.
The slide of Kaz’s cock inside him, the continued press on his prostate, pushed him closer to the edge. He could barely string together a thought. All he could think of was Kaz.
Kaz. Kaz. Kaz.
The man was taking over everything. His mind. His body. His senses. He wanted to drown in Kaz, but he didn’t want this to end. It felt too right, being together like this again.
But his orgasm was building fast, that desperate need to come spreading through him.
“Kaz,” he groaned, grip tightening on the counter.
“Not yet,” Kaz ordered.
He whimpered, barely holding on.
Kaz slowed down his thrusts, forcing Miles to follow his orders.
A hand reached around him, wrapping around his throbbing cock, and bringing him some relief as Kaz stroked him.
It felt too good. There was no way he could hold back any longer.
Kaz’s hips picked up speed again, and he could’ve sobbed in relief. The friction was both heavenly and punishing at the same time, and he only wanted more.
“Fuck, Miles,” Kaz groaned, his hips stuttering as he thrust a few more times before stilling, his cock buried deep inside Miles. Kaz’s hand didn’t slow down, and he felt the pressure that had been building finally explode.
“That’s it,” Kaz gasped out. “Come for me.”
A part of him wanted to tell Kaz to fuck off.
The other moaned the man’s name as his orgasm hit him hard, his legs shaking and his heart thrumming loudly.
Pleasure spread through his body, leaving him panting, his forehead resting against his arms on the counter as he tried to recover.
He had Kaz’s face pressed into the space between his neck and shoulder, the scrape of Kaz’s beard as he gasped for breath reminding Miles that this was real.
Lips pressed a soft kiss to the raging pulse in his neck, and then a hand on his jaw turned his head, and those lips were on his.
He drank it in. Kaz’s kiss. Everything he convinced himself that Kaz was saying with that kiss. He wanted to stay in that fantasy. He wanted to stay right here with Kaz. Without the uncertainties and lies between them, but reality reared its head as it always inevitably did.
Footsteps and low voices from the living room had him freezing up.
Kaz pulled back and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glare the man aimed at the door before he stepped back and pulled his pants up.
He was still trying to catch his breath and gather his thoughts when he felt a wet cloth slipping between his cheeks.
His legs shook as Kaz cleaned him up, and he held onto the counter like it was a lifeline.
He’d never felt so unsteady in his whole life, and he wasn’t sure if it was only physically.
Before he could move, Kaz was reaching around him to redo his pants, and then he turned him around.
Coming face-to-face with Kaz after the man had rearranged his insides so thoroughly was a strange experience. Especially because the guilt and shame were starting to slither in.
Kaz’s hands cupped Miles’s face, his gaze on Miles’s lips before slowly rising to meet his eyes.
“I’m not done with you. I’m not done at all.”
When had he heard those words before? Oh. Right. Only weeks before finding out about Kaz and Jane.
“I’m not gonna be your side piece or cheat with you.”
Again, a traitorous little voice reminded him.
Kaz arched a brow at him, his lips curving into a devious smile before he said, “You were never my side piece.”
Kaz grabbed him by the hand and tugged him through the kitchen and out the door before he could even try to comprehend his words.
He opened his mouth to ask Kaz what the hell he meant, but footsteps followed by loud curses had Kaz coming to a sharp halt, his hold on Miles’s hand remaining despite the tension flowing through the man.
Killian appeared through the patio door and headed straight for them, his gaze dropping to their hands for a second.
His face was set in a grim expression, but his lips quirked ever so slightly.
Miles knew he should probably pull his hand free, and that was likely the reason why he tightened his hold on Kaz’s hand.
“We need you,” was all Killian said before walking past them into the room to their right. The one they’d set up to work as a meeting room for Church. It had several different tables pushed together, chairs all around, one for each member.
Kaz squeezed Miles’s hand, and he reluctantly let go.
“I’m sorry,” Kaz said, hands coming up to cup Miles’s face, and before he could respond, Kaz’s lips were on his. He swayed on his feet as Kaz kissed him sweetly, such a stark contrast from what they’d just done. It was almost worse than the hard fuck, because he loved every second of it.
Kaz pulled back, and Miles was of a mind to protest.
“Go wait for me in my room,” Kaz ordered, the look in his eyes leaving no room for discussion.
Miles didn’t wait. He turned on his heels and took off up the stairs, and when he slammed the bedroom door shut after him, it was not Kaz’s room he was in.