Page 19 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)

Kaz

HE WAS gritting his teeth. Hard. This was the last thing he wanted to do. The last place he wanted to be. He should’ve been with Miles. Not here, guarding people who’d run from bad men.From the gang Dante Serrano was involved with, if Killian’s source was to be trusted.

He was overseeing this because he had to, but Killian was the star tonight. These people were frightened, and while they were going to get them somewhere safe, they still needed to get some answers out of them to prevent what happened to them from happening to anyone else.

The two women were barely in their twenties, their brown skin pale and their black hair as unkept as the clothes they wore. It hurt to see, especially because he’d been there once. He knew . Knew this was the lesser of two evils for them. As it had been for him.

His gaze tracked across the tents and people standing around watching them, and though he was aware of the low voices of the two women and Killian, he didn’t bother listening. Killian would get the information they needed, while he and the others kept a lookout for trouble.

They were in a homeless camp downtown, standing under a bridge filled with tents and people.

He didn’t like it. There was too much that could go wrong.

The homeless didn’t seem to like their presence, either.

He’d never been glared at so hard or by so many people at once before.

Bad memories tried to surface, but he shoved them down hard.

He was aware of Killian stepping up behind him, and when the man put a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, his brows furrowing. The women remained in front of their tent, caution in their brown eyes as they watched the Kings around them.

Killian shook his head. “They don’t want our help.”

Something tightened in his chest, but he drew in a deep breath and said, “Did you get anything useful?”

The grimace flittering across Killian’s face told him all he needed to know.

Disappointment burned in his chest, and the thought that he could’ve been with Miles right now had a touch of anger flaring.

That was two hours wasted, he could’ve spent buried inside Miles, making the man moan his name.

It was two hours he could’ve spent convincing Miles to give him another chance. To give them another chance.

He dug his nails into his palms, knowing there was no one to be angry with. No one had done anything wrong. Not the women, not Killian’s source, and certainly not Killian.

“They don’t know who brought them here. They escaped and have been hiding out here ever since, afraid to be deported,” Killian said.

“When did they escape?”

“A few months ago. They weren’t sure.”

Kaz squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.

“Keep your ear to the ground.”

“Will do,” Killian said with a nod.

Kaz motioned for everyone to move out. He felt eyes on him as they walked through the camp, the hair at the back of his neck standing on end. They needed to get the fuck out of there.

They’d parked on the street in front of the first row of tents, and Wilder had made a deal with two of the younger homeless guys to keep an eye on their bikes.

Cooper had stayed behind as well, making it unnecessary to pay others to watch them, but he knew exactly why Wilder had.

Once upon a time, they had been those boys.

The homeless camp wasn’t big, and he knew from experience that some of the people living there preferred it, but if any of them wanted their help, they would be there in a heartbeat.

Realistically, they couldn’t save everyone, but that wouldn’t stop them from trying.

Wilder was sowing the first seeds of trust with those boys, and he hoped it would bear fruit.

Just as they reached their bikes, a chill went down his back, and he put his hand on his gun, turning to survey the area. It was dark enough that it was hard to see much of anything except shapes, but his gut told him someone was out there, watching them. Was it Dante’s men or someone worse?

“Hey, boss man,” one of the boys said with a toothy smile at Wilder. “Not a scratch. I promise.”

The other boy remained quiet, though he watched the Kings with eyes that had seen too much already.

Wilder made a show of inspecting his bike, and then he said, “You did good, boys. I might have to hire you again.”

The first boy made a gesture at Wilder and said, “If your money’s good, boss, we might let you.”

Wilder chuckled and pulled out his wallet, finding a few bills for the boys. Kaz could tell they would be cautious with the money. They’d make it last for as long as possible. They would still run out. They would still go days without food, their stomachs cramping and their heads hurting.

He met Wilder’s gaze while the man kept joking around with the boys, and that one look told him they would be back.

He grabbed his helmet and tugged it over his head, then mounted his bike.

He gave the signal to go and took off as the last one, that chill remaining until they drove up in front of the clubhouse.

Being this close to seeing Miles had his blood thrumming.

His helmet and gloves were off in seconds, and he took long steps toward the front door, only one thing on his mind. Only one man.

He did not find Miles in his room.

He stalked down the hall, anger and lust warring inside him. He slammed open the door to Miles and Emma’s room, finding the man leaning back on his bed with an open book in front of him.

Miles snapped his head up, those brown eyes startled.

Kaz kicked the door shut behind him.

“I told you to wait in my room.”

Miles sat up, his gaze wary and his movements careful.

“I don’t take orders from you,” he grumbled at Kaz.

Oh, but he’d taken orders so fucking well earlier, and though he didn’t say as much, the brow he raised at Miles communicated that thought well enough. He knew Miles understood when he snapped his mouth shut, anger alight in his eyes.

“Get out,” Miles said, putting his book down next to him on the bed, gaze locked on Kaz. “I’m not your anything. You can’t tell me what to do.”

The need to claim Miles had never been stronger, and something red-hot burned through his veins. A sharp intake of breath told him Miles knew he’d just fucked up.

The book hit the floor with a dull thud as Miles scrambled off the bed to escape him, but he was faster. He caught Miles and slammed him against the wall, a hand wrapping around his throat. He felt Miles swallow against his palm and smiled as he leaned close, placing his lips by Miles’s ear.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” he said, teeth scraping across the shell of Miles’s ear.

Miles’s responding moan set his blood on fucking fire. Miles had no idea what he did to him. What he’d always done to him.

He’d show him.

He’d make the man beg for him until he allowed him to come apart in his arms.

“Get on your knees,” he said, and pulled back to meet Miles’s fiery gaze.

Miles’s jaw clenched tight, and he remained standing, his resistance only making Kaz smile.

“No,” Miles said.

Kaz felt his brows jump, and a startled laugh escaped him.

“No, what?”

Miles pressed his lips together, something warring in his eyes.

He lowered his head to run his nose along the side of Miles’s neck. “No, what, Miles?”

“You have to leave,” Miles said, his voice trembling as Kaz pressed his lips to the raging pulse in his neck.

“Do I?”

He kissed his way up Miles’s neck until he found that spot behind his ear that had the man shivering in his arms.

“Earlier―” Miles sucked in a breath, swaying slightly on his feet and making Kaz grab him by the hip. “Ear-earlier. Mistake. It was a mistake.”

Kaz only chuckled and slid his hands down to Miles’s ass to jerk his body against his. Miles groaned, and Kaz bit back a moan when he felt Miles’s hardening length against him.

“Jane,” Miles gasped out, the name coming out strangled, as if it wasn’t only Kaz he was trying to remind.

He moved back, hand going back to Miles’s throat, tipping his head back until golden-brown eyes were looking up at him.

The guilt that flashed through them made him want to drive his fist through a wall because he knew he was the reason it was there.

What he’d done, what he’d chosen not to do, was the reason for it.

“I am not with Jane,” he said, barely keeping a growl from his voice, “I am not with anyone but you.”

The guilt in Miles’s eyes was replaced by doubt and caution, and he couldn’t fucking have that.

He stepped closer, Miles’s head tilted further back, pupils blown wide as he stared up at Kaz. He couldn’t help holding on tighter, and the whimper it elicited from Miles had his whole world turning on its axis.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice deep and gravelly with emotion. “ Mine , Miles. You’re mine because I’ve always been yours.”

“You don’t mean that,” Miles challenged.

“I should never have let you go, but I was a stupid kid. I’m not a fucking kid anymore, Miles. I don’t care what or how long it takes. I’ll do whatever I need to convince you that I’m serious. You. Are. Mine. ”

He cupped the back of Miles’s head, grasping at his hair to jerk his head back. Miles’s mouth dropped open, and heat surged through amber eyes.

“Knees.”

“Fuck,” Miles hissed before lowering himself to his knees.

Kaz moved his hand to Miles’s jaw, running his thumb along his bottom lip before pushing it inside Miles’s hot mouth.

Miles groaned, his eyes falling shut as he sucked greedily.

“Eyes open,” he ordered, his voice rough and his heart racing.

Miles’s eyes blinked open, watching Kaz with a lust-filled, hazy gaze as he scraped his teeth over Kaz’s thumb.

“What do you want?” he asked, hissing when Miles bit down on his thumb. Miles stared at him, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Then take my cock out.”

Miles’s fingers made quick work of opening Kaz’s pants, and when they wrapped around his rock-hard cock, he cursed loudly.