Page 24 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)

Kaz

HE STOOD with a shoulder against the door jamb, his ankles crossed, and his gaze locked on Miles in the bathroom.

He had a towel slung around his hips, his wet hair leaving drops of water running down his sun-tanned chest. He wanted to follow those drops with his tongue, wanted to run it over those firm muscles.

“We’re definitely making the shower bigger,” Miles said as he ran a smaller towel over his hair.

“I like the sound of that.”

Miles dropped the towel and met Kaz’s gaze in the vanity mirror, something wicked flickering through his eyes as a sly smile found his lips. “I figured you would.”

It wasn’t as much for the shower sex, though he wouldn’t mind more of it without hitting his elbows against the tiles every two seconds. It was because he enjoyed taking care of Miles, washing his hair―especially with his shampoo―washing his body. Every dip and crevice.

Miles wagged a finger at him, having turned from the mirror to rest his hip against the vanity, and facing Kaz with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it,” Miles warned.

Kaz pushed away from the door, a suggestive lilt to his voice as he said, “Think about what? You in the shower? Naked? Moaning my name? Begging for me?”

Miles dropped his head back with a soft curse.

“Yes, that,” Miles mumbled.

Kaz chuckled as he stepped closer, grabbing Miles by his towel-covered hips to push him back against the vanity.

“No.” Miles shook his head and put his hands on Kaz as if to push him back. All they did was slide down the planes of his chest as if Miles lost control of them. “We can’t be late three days in a row.”

Kaz grinned. “No one’s gonna dare say a thing if you’re late every single day.”

Miles dropped his head against Kaz’s shoulder with a groan.

“Don’t tempt me,” Miles muttered.

“But that was my plan,” he teased, laughing when Miles pulled back to glare up at him.

He grabbed Miles by his ass with both hands, jerking the man against him to roll his hips. There was no way Miles wasn’t feeling just how much he wanted him. He always fucking wanted him.

He breathed in, the smell of citrus making something in his chest roar in satisfaction. He loved Miles smelling like him just as much as he loved seeing Miles in his clothes, especially the leather jacket. It had ended up on his floor every single time they’d gone riding.

He put his mouth next to Miles’s ear and whispered, “You should get dressed.”

He released Miles and backed away with a smirk on his face, taking in Miles’s pink cheeks and the defiant look in his golden eyes.

He winked at Miles, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

If he stayed any longer, he was going to either fuck Miles across the vanity or drop to his knees for him.

Miles was already nervous about Kaz’s blatant favoritism toward him, and not for his own sake.

While Miles claimed not to care about the outlaw life, he was certainly aware of what it meant to be a part of the club.

He walked downstairs, hoping his dick would calm down once he was away from Miles.

Though being away from him was no guarantee.

He could see the man in his mind just as clearly as if he stood in front of him, amber eyes shining with a wicked gleam, toned muscles flexing as he moved, lips pulling into a smile that undid him every single time.

He heard voices and found a few people seated at the dining table eating breakfast. Jane was putting baskets of bread down on the table, her hair loose for once, cascading down over her shoulders.

To hide the hickeys on her neck, no doubt.

He’d spotted them yesterday and knew better than to point them out.

If there was one thing he wasn’t getting involved with, it was his family members’ sex lives.

He didn’t want to know anything about that.

Especially when it was between two people he considered his siblings.

He wasn’t surprised to find Solo at the far end of the room, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, his gaze following Jane as she moved around, talking to Remy, Spencer, and the twins, who were all seated at the table.

Kaz walked across the room to pull out a chair and sit down across from Remy, who smiled sweetly up at him.

“Morning, Prez,” she said in a bright voice that nearly made him wince.

“Morning,” he grumbled, grabbing a piece of toast from one of Jane’s baskets and dropping it on the plate in front of him.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be that grumpy after the night you’ve had,” one of the twins quipped, the other snorting into his mug of coffee.

Spencer dropped his head into his hands, mumbling something that sounded a bit like, “How are you still alive?”

Jane, however, snorted out a laugh. Kaz pinned her with a glare she ignored.

He opened his mouth to tell them all to fuck off when footsteps on the stairs halted him.

He turned in his chair, a smile spreading on his face when Miles appeared in a pair of faded blue jeans and a light gray T-shirt, his hair still wet enough to leave a few drops on his shoulders.

“Good morning,” Miles said, and received a chorus of, “Good morning, Miles,” in return.

He would’ve glared at the others were he not too busy watching Miles cross the room. He bit back a disappointed sound when Miles walked to Jane’s side, the two of them whispering low. Jane chuckled and bumped her shoulder with his, and then they shared a secretive smile that had Kaz tensing.

“That,” he said, motioning between them, “Terrifies me.”

Miles and Jane looked at each other, and twin mischievous smiles bloomed on their faces.

“Exactly that,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

Miles chuckled, eyes gleaming as he walked around the table. Kaz pulled out the chair next to him, loving the smile that spread on Miles’s lips. Miles sat down, leaning in to press a kiss to Kaz’s cheek, a hand sliding up Kaz’s inner thigh.

“You’re asking for trouble,” Kaz said, turning his head to find Miles’s lips enticingly close.

“But that was my plan,” Miles replied in a breathy voice.

Kaz leaned back, eyes narrowing. Was he… using his own words against him?

From the gleam in those golden-brown eyes, Miles most certainly was. Oh, he was going to pay for it, and he damned well knew it.

If Miles wanted to play dirty, he would play dirty.

He dropped his gaze to Miles’s lips, loving the way they parted on a silent gasp, and then he leaned closer. Miles tipped his head back for a kiss, only realizing Kaz was reaching for the block of butter on the other side of him when Kaz pulled back with it in hand.

Miles’s eyes were pure wickedness, and he was looking forward to whatever it would lead to.

He buttered his bread with a grin on his face, Miles crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair with a pout he wanted to kiss right off his lips.

He knew the others were watching, and he was thoroughly enjoying being so out in the open about their relationship.

It was something he’d wanted for a long fucking time.

Wilder’s bedroom door opened, and they all turned in time to see someone step out.

A young woman in a short red dress and blonde hair she’d clearly tried to tame in a bun after a wild night.

She closed the door behind her and looked up, her green eyes widening as she came to a halt at the sight of them.

He could feel her rising panic all the way over there, her cheeks reddening as her gaze darted between everyone seated at the table.

Clearly, she hadn’t expected anyone to be around as she made her walk of shame.

Not that any of them would ever shame her for it.

He might give Wilder a kick in the ass for not walking her out, though.

“Hey, you want some breakfast?”

It was Remy who cut through the tension, the sweetness in her voice, and the smile on her lips genuine. As fierce as his Road Captain could be, there was a softness to her that spoke to most people. Once they were doing runs, that would come in handy with the people they helped.

The woman shook her head and mumbled, “No, thanks,” then awkwardly hurried toward the front door. Remy was staring after her, an unreadable look on her face.

Kaz tapped Remy with his foot under the table and said, “Make sure she gets home safe.”

Remy nodded, her lips pressed into a firm line as she stood and walked with long strides across the living room to catch up with the woman.

He turned his attention back to the people at the table, noting that Miles was watching him with a soft smile while Jane was looking anywhere but at him.

“What?” he asked her, not sure what to expect.

Green eyes met his, and Jane grimaced.

“I’m pretty sure that was Maddox’s sister.”

Kaz cursed under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Miles asked, looking between Kaz and Jane.

Kaz sighed and leaned back in his chair, gaze meeting Miles’s. “Wilder’s a one-night-stand kinda guy, and most of his partners don’t realize it.”

“Not because he doesn’t tell them,” Jane interjected.

“They get attached. He doesn’t.” Kaz turned his gaze on Wilder’s door and scowled. “He shouldn’t have fucked her. I don’t want that kind of tension between our members.”

He caught Jane and Miles exchanging a look he couldn’t quite place. He didn’t know if Solo was the one leaving marks on Jane, but he cringed to himself when he realized that his words might’ve struck Jane if her and Solo were involved.

He cleared his throat, ready to amend his statement when he was interrupted by Emma walking through the front door, a perplexed look on her face.

“What’s going on?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at where Remy and Maddox’s sister had just been.

“She got the short end of the stick,” Spencer muttered, the twins surprisingly quiet for once.

Jane huffed out a low laugh and said, “Oh, darling, it ain’t short.”

Kaz wasn’t the least bit surprised to find her looking at Solo as she spoke, one brow raised in challenge.

“Been around enough to know, have you?” Solo drawled, his nonchalance fake, though Kaz doubted anyone else could tell. Aside from him and Jane.

“And what if I have?”

Jane stood, crossing her arms under her breasts, effectively drawing Solo’s attention to them. He couldn’t tell if they were flirting or fighting. Maybe both? Either way, his friend was fucked.

While the two of them went back and forth, Kaz caught Emma’s gaze across the room. She tipped her head toward the meeting room, and he stood to follow her inside, pressing a quick kiss to Miles’s lips before crossing the room.

He closed the door behind him and found Emma waiting for him with her arms wrapped around her middle, her expression almost haunted.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Emma sighed, her expression unreadable as she said, “It’s Emmett’s ex. He’s causing trouble, and Travis and I have very different opinions on how to handle it, especially because Em doesn’t seem to realize there’s a problem.”

He didn’t like the sound of that at all.

He put a hand on her arm, catching her gaze, and held it as he spoke. “You say the word, and we’ll be there.”

A soft smile spread on her lips, and she put a hand over his, squeezing once. There were tears lining her eyes, but he knew she wouldn’t let them fall.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice cracking.

He pulled her into a hug, sensing she needed it. She buried her face in his shoulder and held on for a long time, and he happily let her. He rubbed a hand up and down her back, hoping it would soothe her even just a little.

“Are you okay?” There was clear concern in Miles’s voice, and Kaz looked up to find him in the doorway, gaze trained on his sister.

Emma pulled back with a deep breath and turned to Miles, a small smile finding her lips.

“I’ll be fine,” she said and slammed her fist against Kaz’s shoulder just hard enough to make him grunt. “I just needed a hug from a friend. You know, the friend you’ve completely stolen away?”

Miles huffed, shaking his head.

“It didn’t take much,” Miles said, his lips twitching.

Emma gasped, hand going to her chest. “How dare you. Oh, the betrayal. By my own brother, no less.”

She turned to Kaz, who shrugged and said, “Don’t expect a different answer from me.”

Emma rolled her eyes and flipped them both off, her low laugh not alleviating the tension one bit. It was clear Miles didn’t believe her, but he didn’t question her further as she walked out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.

The second the door closed behind her, Miles’s gaze snapped onto Kaz.

“She’s not okay,” Miles said, leveling Kaz with a hard glare.

He released a sigh, unsure what to tell Miles. It wasn’t exactly club secrets, but it was clear from Emma’s words and actions that she didn’t want her brother to know.

“It’s something she’s figuring out. She’ll be alright.”

Miles watched him with a wariness in his eyes he didn’t like, and when he stepped toward him, Miles took a matching step back, shaking his head.

“I should get to work,” Miles muttered and turned to walk out the door.

There was no way in hell he was leaving it like that, so he caught up with Miles before he could grab the door handle, fingers wrapping around the man’s wrist to tug him around.

“Do you want me to break your sister’s trust?”

The words came out harsher than he intended, and Miles’s responding wince felt like a knife to the chest. Fuck. He was an asshole.

Miles shook his head and met Kaz’s gaze head-on. “No, of course not. I just…”

“Worry. Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he said with a teasing tone in his voice.

“Oh, you’ve noticed?”

Kaz felt his lips quirk up at the corners. “It’s hard not to.”

Miles looked ready to rip him a new one, so he silenced him with a hard kiss. Miles responded immediately, fingers sliding into his hair, body pressing against Kaz’s, lips parting eagerly for his tongue. He loved every second of it.

He turned Miles, backing him toward the long table, lifting him onto it when they reached it.

He slid his hands down Miles’s legs to push them apart so he could step between them.

Miles moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his scalp.

Need thrummed through his veins, his cock hardening with every sound Miles made.

He pulled back, meeting Miles’s heated gaze. He was panting, eyes roving over Kaz, as he leaned back on his hands in open invitation.

A smile spread on his lips.

Miles was about to be late again. Very late.