Page 25 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)

Miles

HE WOKE up alone in Kaz’s bed, turning over and grabbing Kaz’s pillow to squeeze against his chest. He buried his nose in it, breathing in Kaz’s scent. That mix of leather and his citrus shampoo always made him feel more at ease. It made him feel at home.

It was hard to believe this was real. That this was truly his life now. Waking up every morning in Kaz’s bed felt like a dream. Though it would be a much better―if not dirtier―dream, if Kaz was still in the bed with him.

He stretched his arms over his head, yawning as his back popped. Not only was he still working on the clubhouse, but Kaz gave him a workout every damned night. The thought of it made him smile to himself, heat trickling to his cheeks. It was the best sex he’d had since… well, Kaz.

He dressed, intending to find Kaz and drag him back up so they could shower together. He’d never felt more cared for than when Kaz washed his hair with such tenderness. He was of a mind to make Kaz promise he’d do it every day.

He walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway, poking his head into Emma’s room to find it empty. He’d barely seen her the past few days, and he was worried. Whatever she was busy doing, it had to be something safe, though. Kaz wouldn’t have sent her somewhere dangerous.

He heard voices from the living room and started down the stairs, though the second Kaz spoke, he came to a halt, his heart jumping and his eyes closing as he let that deep timbre wash over him.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“We’d better figure it out soon,” someone he thought might be Wilder said. “We need someone to keep track of our expenses before we blow through our budget, and you can’t keep doing it. You’ve got more than enough on your plate. Especially if you want to keep that man of yours happy.”

“Nothing’s gonna prevent me from doing that,” Kaz said, his voice deep and growly.

A smile flittered across Miles’s lips as he imagined the stern look on Kaz’s face as he spoke, probably glowering at poor Wilder.

He figured if this was club business they wanted to keep secret, they wouldn’t have been talking about it where anyone might hear, so he continued down the stairs, though he did make sure his steps were more audible than before.

Kaz was waiting for him at the end of the stairs, his smile warm if not a little mischievous. Miles ran a hand through his unruly hair and offered Kaz a wry smile.

“Morning,” he mumbled, stepping straight into Kaz’s open arms.

“Morning, Sweetheart.”

Kaz’s arms wrapped around him just felt so right.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked with a yawn.

Kaz raised a brow at him and said, “Because then we’d still be in bed.”

Miles pressed his lips together, heat unfurling inside him at that hungry look in Kaz’s eyes. He blinked at Kaz. “So why didn’t you wake me?”

Laughter rumbled through Kaz, who pressed a kiss to Miles’s temple before tugging him toward the table.

They ate breakfast together, and Miles held his tongue, questions burning to be asked, but they weren’t alone.

Kaz definitely wouldn’t answer with anyone else around.

So, he waited, he ate, and he laughed at Kian’s jokes.

Then he laughed even harder when Kian went just a little too far and pissed Ciara off, and had to run away from Nicky, who had murder in her eyes and a wicked smile on her lips.

Miles stood, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kaz’s cheek, his words low as he said, “I’m gonna go shower.”

He’d barely finished speaking before Kaz pushed his chair back. He eyed the man knowingly, rolling his eyes when Kaz grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the stairs to laughter and whistles from the others.

He let Kaz drag him upstairs and into his bedroom, but once the door closed behind them, he tugged his hand free. Kaz wrapped his arms around Miles’s waist, giving him a confused look. He opened his mouth, but Miles cut him off.

“You haven’t chosen a treasurer?” Kaz arched a brow at him, but he shrugged. “Am I not allowed to ask questions about things you talk about openly?”

A line appeared between Kaz’s brows, and his voice was uncharacteristically gruff as he said, “I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

Miles rolled his eyes and pulled free of Kaz’s arms to turn around. He made it two steps before arms circled him again, pulling him back against Kaz’s chest, lips skimming the side of his neck and making his heart race.

“You’re right,” Kaz said, lips against his skin, “We shouldn’t have talked about it where anyone could hear.”

A groan pushed past Miles’s lips, but those hands around him were sliding down his chest, distracting the hell out of him. Mmm… he wanted more of that. So much more.

“But you did. I asked you a question.”

How he managed to get the words out, he didn’t know. He just knew he needed to.

Kaz turned him around and put a finger beneath his chin to turn his face up.

“What about it?”

Miles nibbled on his bottom lip. “Ezra could help you. At least until you figure out something permanent. He already knows what you do.”

Kaz’s hand dropped, and something dark flashed through his eyes as he took a step back.

“How the fuck does he know that?”

Miles arched a brow at him. “Is that jealousy I hear?”

Kaz caught him around the waist and jerked their bodies flush together. He lowered his head, lips brushing the shell of Miles’s ear and making him repress a moan. Kaz’s breath on his skin was hot, and his words had him trembling in his arms.

“Yes, Sweetheart, I’m jealous. I’m possessive. You had the chance to stay away. Now you’re mine .”

A thrill rushed through Miles, and he smiled at that word. He fucking loved that word coming from Kaz’s lips. He liked jealous Kaz. It made him believe just a bit more each time that this was real. That Kaz truly did want him. That Kaz was being honest.

Lips trailed up the side of his neck, leaving him trembling with need.

“Shower,” he gasped between groans.

“Later.”

Kaz tugged his shirt off, and Miles’s brain short-circuited for a moment at the sight of droolworthy abs and tattoos. He was so done for when it came to Kaz. He’d never looked at any other man and felt as turned on as he did looking at Kaz.

Their clothes hit the floor, and then he was crawling backward on the bed, watching as Kaz followed on his hands and knees, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

Kaz held Miles’s gaze as he lifted a hand to his mouth, sucking two of his fingers into his mouth. Miles cursed softly, barely staying still because the need to be the one doing that nearly took over.

Kaz chuckled, the sound low and dark as it sent a thrill through Miles.

He bent his knees, putting his feet on the mattress and spread his legs, his cock hard against his stomach and his ass clenching in anticipation.

Wet fingers slipped between his cheeks, and he could’ve cried when he felt that first push of pressure against his hole.

He was panting before he knew it, Kaz’s fingers moving inside him while he stroked his cock.

He groaned as he pushed his ass back onto Kaz’s fingers, then thrust up into his fist, the friction feeling so damned good.

Kaz set a fast and hard rhythm that had him sweating and panting, breathless curses falling from his lips.

“Kaz,” he moaned. He threw his head back with a guttural groan, feeling the tension inside him building fast. He was so close, just the thought of Kaz watching―

A hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the fingers inside him stilling.

“Tell me how he knows.”

Was Kaz serious? Was he going to keep him from coming?

He looked up into dark eyes, a shiver rocking through him. He squirmed under Kaz, trying to get the man to move, but a hand on his hip pressed him against the mattress.

“ Kaz ,” he whined.

“Start talking.”

He clamped his mouth shut and glared up at Kaz until he realized that two could play this game. “You wanna know how good he fucks me, is that it?”

Kaz’s eyes darkened, black eclipsing gray.

“You want to know how well he fills me―”

A gasp of air escaped him when he was roughly turned onto his stomach, hands grabbing his hips to pull him up on his knees. He dropped his head into the mattress with a curse that turned into a throaty moan when he felt Kaz’s mouth on him.

“Fuck,” he swore, grabbing handfuls of sheets to ground himself when that tongue slid inside him.

He bit into a pillow, trying to stave off the end he could feel coming because he wanted to feel that tongue doing wicked things to his ass forever.

Which was why he whimpered loudly when it disappeared.

“Does he do this?” Kaz asked, voice breathless, as he brought his hand down against Miles’s ass, the mix of pleasure and pain from the slap eliciting a wanton moan from Miles.

“No,” he gasped out.

No one knew him, his body, what he needed, more than Kaz. They’d always fit so fucking perfectly together in that regard.

“Turn over.”

Miles rolled onto his back immediately, his pulse raging as he looked up at the man he’d never been able to forget. The man who’d haunted his every waking hour since they met. The man who’d sure as fuck haunted his dreams.

Kaz brought his hand between Miles’s legs, spit-slick fingers circling his hole. Miles bent his knees and planted his feet on the mattress, panting too much to beg, but he knew Kaz saw it in his eyes. Saw that desperation clawing at him.

Fingers pushed inside him, one more than before, the stretch making precome pearl at the tip of his cock. The second Kaz crooked those fingers, putting pressure right where he needed it, he was moaning loudly.

“No one touches you but me,” Kaz said, a possessive growl in his voice. “No one. Say it.”

“No one,” Miles gasped out, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Just you. Only you.”

There had never truly been anyone but Kaz. He didn’t think there ever would be.