Page 23 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)

Kaz

HE WASN’T sure what had made him agree to do this two weeks ago, but fuck if he wasn’t glad he had. Emma was moving the last of her furniture out of her apartment today, and Miles was obviously going to help, and so was he.

He stood outside the clubhouse, leaning against his motorcycle, and holding a helmet toward Miles.

His man was wearing jeans that hugged his perfect ass and a tight gray shirt, but it was the leather jacket that held all of his attention.

It was the one he’d given Miles fourteen years ago.

There were no words to describe how much it meant to him that Miles kept it.

That Miles brought it here with him, even when he’d thought the worst of him.

The sight of Miles in his jacket not only took his breath away, but it had him considering telling Emma to fuck off so he could get that jacket and the rest of Miles’s clothes on his bedroom floor.

It was only the prospect of having Miles behind him on his bike that kept him from dragging the man back inside and up the stairs.

Miles nibbled on his bottom lip, his gaze shooting between the bike and the helmet. “I haven’t ridden since…”

Fuck. Miles had only ever been behind him. The thought gave him a heady rush, his inner caveman rising up in utter delight.

Amber eyes met his gaze. There was uncertainty in those eyes, and he couldn’t have that.

He put the helmet on the seat of his bike and stepped toward Miles. He reached for him, tugging him closer, one hand sliding to the small of his back. He brushed his nose against Miles’s, grinning when Miles tipped his head back for a kiss. He happily obliged, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Hands snaked around the back of his neck, and Miles leaned into him.

His tongue slipped past Miles’s lips, and Miles’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into Kaz’s shoulders.

He wanted to map out every inch of that mouth.

He wanted to commit it all to memory. The way Miles held onto him, the small sounds escaping him, the way Miles’s body sought his.

The loud blare of a horn had him pulling back reluctantly, and he was pretty sure he was glaring when he turned toward Emma. She was in the front seat of the moving van she’d rented, her lips pulled into a teasing smile.

Miles let go of him to flip her off. He couldn’t hear her laughing, but from the way she threw her head back, creases forming around her eyes and mouth, he knew damned well she was.

She wiggled her fingers at them before driving off.

He sighed, knowing they had to go. He walked the few steps back to his bike and picked up Miles’s helmet.

He turned around to see Miles walking toward him.

He lifted the helmet and slid it over Miles’s head, then secured the chinstrap, well aware that Miles was watching him with an amused gleam in his eyes.

“Put your gloves on,” he said, and grabbed his helmet.

Once they were both ready, he mounted his bike and waited for Miles to climb on behind him. When Miles’s chest pressed against his back, arms wrapping around his middle, his heart soared. Nothing had ever felt so right. He squeezed one of Miles’s hands, grinning when he held on tighter.

For the whole of the ride, Miles was relaxed against him, playing with the hem of his shirt, gloved fingers dipping under the fabric to run along his contracting abs.

It was driving him crazy, but he wasn’t complaining.

He never wanted Miles to stop touching him.

He’d lived fourteen years without the man’s touch.

He was making up for those years, and it seemed Miles was, too.

He parked in front of a four-story building, eyeing it with dread because it looked old enough not to have an elevator. Seemed like they were in for some hard labor, but as long as he got to spend the day with Miles, he couldn’t care less.

The heat covering his back disappeared, and he wanted to jerk Miles right back against him. He kept his hands to himself, though, knowing if he didn’t, he’d be pulling Miles into the nearest dark corner.

He removed his gloves and pulled his helmet off, dropping the gloves into it. He looked up at Miles, who’d done the same, holding the helmet in one hand as he watched Kaz. His cheeks were a light shade of pink, his eyes dancing with joy.

“I forgot how much I love that,” Miles said with a vibrant smile.

Kaz didn’t fight his smile as he got off his bike and strode to Miles, grabbing him around the waist with his free hand.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed that,” he said, his voice rough. He lowered his head to brush his nose along the side of Miles’s jaw. He breathed in, the smell of his shampoo on Miles sending his heart into a frenzy. “How much I’ve missed you.”

A hand cupped his cheek, bringing his head back until he was staring into molten gold.

“Even when I hated you, I still missed you.”

The raw honesty in Miles’s voice tugged at something deep inside him.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Miles shook his head, something he liked to claim was love spreading in his eyes.

“I don’t want to dwell on the past. I just want right now. With you.”

Kaz grinned and caught Miles’s lips in a soft kiss. It was the kind of kiss that shook his world, the kind that seemed to consume his very soul with a simple press of lips. He wanted more of that. He wanted it for the rest of his life.

He pulled back with a teasing smile.

“Just you, me, and your sister.”

Miles groaned and pushed Kaz back a step, shaking his head at him, though there was a gleam in his eyes that Kaz loved to see.

“Come on, then,” Miles said and led the way to the entrance of Emma’s building.

Three grueling flights of stairs later, they stood in front of Emma’s open door.

Miles walked inside ahead of him, and he followed him down a short hallway into a living room that had a bunch of furniture stacked in one corner.

He put his helmet on the kitchen counter, taking Miles’s from him to place it next to his.

“Where is all of this going?” he asked, eyeing all of Emma’s furniture.

He already knew she was bringing her bed and wardrobe to switch out the ones she had at the clubhouse, but the rest? He had no idea where she expected her dining set and couch to go.

“Most of the furniture is going to my dads’ house,” Emma said as she walked out of what he assumed was her bedroom. She opened her arms to Miles, who hugged her. She glanced down at Miles’s jacket before looking over her brother’s shoulder at Kaz with a knowing smile.

“At some point, I’m probably going to get an apartment in New Freedom, but for now, my dads have room for my things,” Emma said as she stepped back from Miles’s embrace.

“Everything with a green label is going to the clubhouse,” Miles said, pointing at the dresser that did indeed have a small green label stuck on top of it. “Everything else is going to our dads.”

“We should probably move those things first,” Emma said, tapping her lips as she ran her gaze across her furniture. She paused her perusal to glance at Kaz and Miles. “Would you guys mind taking it?”

“I prefer not being shot,” Kaz said, raising a brow at her.

Emma’s forehead puckered in a frown, and she shook her head, saying, “You’re a King. My dad wouldn’t―”

“Pops would. If he knew,” Miles said with a shrug.

Their parents didn’t know about their past relationship or how terribly it ended, but he knew Miles’s dads would take one look at them and know they were together. He didn’t expect them to be happy about it.

Emma jerked her gaze onto her brother, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she let out a huff and said, “I hate that you’re right.”

Miles’s low chuckle sent goosebumps across Kaz’s arms.

He’d risk a bullet just to hear it again.

Emma groaned, then said, “Fine. I’ll get Em and Travis to drop it off.”

“Alright. Let’s start with the biggest things, then,” Miles said and took a step forward.

Flashing light had Kaz reaching for his gun on instinct, but Miles’s wide smile had him stilling.

“You know the rest of us can hear, right?” Miles called out, and not a second later, two men appeared in the living room doorway. Emmett and Travis. The two brothers looked much alike with their blue eyes, shaggy blond hair, and crooked smiles.

Miles walked toward them with open arms and hugged first Emmett and then Travis.

Kaz watched, though his gaze lingered on the shortest of the two men.

He’d thought Travis looked serious when they first met, but something had darkened his eyes since then.

Though he smiled as he signed to Miles, it looked forced.

His brother, on the other hand, was all big smiles as he teased Miles, his gaze shooting toward Kaz while he very obviously talked about him.

It didn’t escape his attention that Emma had gone quiet and still at the brothers’ arrival.

A quick glance her way had him meeting golden brown eyes shadowed with the same darkness he saw in Travis’s.

As much as he wanted to blame it on something happening between the two of them, his instincts were screaming otherwise. That it was something worse.

He arched a brow at Emma, who shook her head. Later, then.

Miles and Emmett were signing, Emmett asking question after question about Kaz while Travis watched with a small smile on his lips.

Kaz stepped up behind Miles and wrapped an arm around his middle, tugging the man back against him.

Miles didn’t falter as he signed, but he felt the way the man melted against him.

He pressed a kiss to Miles’s cheek and kept his lips by his ear as he said, “Is he aware I know what he’s saying?”

Miles’s chuckle filled his heart with something soft and burning. Love. Happiness. Gratitude. He wanted to hear it again and again. He wanted to be the reason for it.

A snort had him looking up at Emmett, the man’s teasing smile telling him all he needed to know.

“Of course I do,” Emmett said, his accent slight and a little nasal. “You think that would stop me?”

“On the contrary,” Kaz drawled, a smile pulling at his lips.

It was Emmett’s gaze catching on something over his shoulder that made him realize Travis had walked away.

He turned to find Emma and Travis standing close, signing fast to each other.

What little ASL he’d managed to pick up did nothing to translate what those two were saying.

Their hands moved faster than he could pick up, and from their deep frowns and reddening cheeks, they were arguing.

Emma made a frustrated sound and then snapped, “Stop yelling at me!”

Travis froze, his eyes wide as he stared unblinkingly at her.

A burst of laughter from behind him had him looking over his shoulder to find Emmett and Miles bent over laughing.

Emmett reached for Miles, his hand landing on his shoulder as they laughed.

Kaz’s gaze zeroed in on that hand touching what didn’t belong to it.

He clenched his jaw, nails digging into his palms.

He felt Miles’s gaze on him and turned his head. The man was biting his bottom lip, a knowing look in his eyes. He was holding back on wrenching that hand off Miles, and Miles fucking knew it. From that wicked look in Miles’s eyes, he enjoyed every second of it.

He was going to pay for that. He was going to pay all fucking night.

Miles’s lips parted, his pupils flaring.

A smile spread on his lips, and he didn’t give a shit that the other might see the way he looked at Miles. With unadulterated hunger. He wanted the man desperately, and he didn’t care who knew.

A deep groan brought his attention back to Emma and Travis, and he was surprised to find the latter smiling coyly while Emma blushed furiously.

She dropped her head into her hands and muttered something he didn’t catch.

Emmett walked up to them, wrapping an arm around Travis’s shoulders while he talked to Emma, signing with his other hand.

He felt the warm press of a body against his side, his pulse spiking the second his gaze clashed with heated amber eyes.

“You don’t like him touching me, do you?” Miles asked, keeping his voice low.

Kaz turned, cupping Miles’s face in his hands, his gaze dropping to that wicked mouth. Fuck, he wanted those lips on him.

“Sweetheart, I wanted to break his fucking hand. Just like I want to maim any fucker who’d dare put their hands on you.”

Miles’s lips parted, his breathing becoming labored as he stared at Kaz with need burning bright in his eyes.

“Kaz…”

There was a tremble in Miles’s voice, so full of yearning. He couldn’t hold back. He’d never been able to retain any modicum of control when it came to Miles.

He moved one hand to Miles’s hip, the other sliding into blond waves. Miles leaned toward him, and he slammed their mouths together, drawing a groan out of Miles when he licked the seams of his lips. Miles opened to him, and he plunged inside, dragging Miles’s body closer against his own.

It was only by way of hard-earned reflexes that he caught the shoe flying right at them.

He turned his head to find Emmett and Travis watching them with wide eyes, and Emma with her arms crossed as she arched a brow at him.

He didn’t have to look at the shoe in his hand or her lack of one to know it was hers.

“You’re here to help me move. Not to maul my brother in the hallway,” Emma said, giving him a stern look that said she meant business. He knew she’d stab him with a knife or two if he didn’t behave himself.

He bit back a slew of curses, reminding himself that Emma was a friend and he was indeed there to help her. Not that it made him want to maul Miles any less.

A low chuckle had him returning his gaze to the man in his arms.

Miles’s eyes were shining with mischief, and he felt himself disappear into that shimmering gold. He didn’t think he’d ever been more in love with Miles than at that moment. The man had thoroughly taken hold of his heart, and he hoped Miles would never let go again.