Page 34 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)

Kaz

MILES WAS looking at him as if he was worth something. He hadn’t known how much he needed to hear Miles tell him he was enough. Nor how much he’d wanted those three words from Miles.

“I’m all yours, Miles.”

“Good.” Miles tilted his head to the side, a sly smile spreading on his lips. “Because I intend to have all of you.”

A spark of lust spread through him, parting his lips on a soundless gasp.

“Even the ugly parts?” he asked, even though he was terrified of the answer.

Miles’s eyes were alight with something bright. Something that had his heart speeding up.

“I want every. Single. Part. Of you. All of it, Kaz. The good and the bad. The vulnerable. I don’t want perfect. No one can live up to that. I just want to know that you’re fully mine. Please. ”

That broken part of him that wanted to hide all the bad and ugly things from Miles was roaring its head, demanding he hide it, or else Miles would never want him.

It was that part of him that convinced him he needed to be perfect, or Miles would leave him again.

It was damned hard to admit that he would never be perfect.

To believe that Miles still wanted him despite it.

“I can’t promise that it’ll be easy,” he said, watching Miles closely, eyes tracking over his face. “But I want to give it all to you. I’ll hate that you get to see those parts of me, but… I want you. I want to be yours. Fully. No secrets. No holding back.”

A breath shuddered out of Miles, and then a bright smile spread on his lips.

“You’re in?”

He grabbed Miles by the waist and tugged the man right up against him.

Miles wanted all of him?

He ignored the fear rattling around inside him and made a choice.

From now on, he would be honest with Miles even―if not especially―about the parts that terrified him.

He’d loved this man since he was a teenager.

He’d let him go for fourteen years. If he couldn’t give Miles all of him, all of his heart, he sure as fuck didn’t deserve him.

“Sweetheart, I’m all in.”

Miles’s mouth was on his before he finished speaking, tongue pushing past his lips to own him. To show him he meant every word he’d said.

Need rushed through him, and he dug his fingertips into the muscles in Miles’s back, rocking his hips against him, Miles’s groan filling his ears as he pushed closer.

He nipped at Miles’s lips, loving his responding groan and the wave of desire flashing through him. Miles’s fingers dug into his arms, and then he pulled back. Kaz’s eyes snapped open, taking in Miles’s flushed cheeks and wet lips.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

Miles had always taken his breath away. He was the only man he’d ever wanted. There had never been anyone else for him, and there never would be.

He didn’t notice much of the house, too busy staring at the sexy man in front of him as Miles led him up the stairs.

They only made it into what he assumed was Miles’s old bedroom before he had Miles’s lips back on his, hands sliding up his chest. He threaded his fingers through Miles’s hair, tugging his head back to kiss him deeper, swallowing every moan and gasp as their tongues tangled in a desperate kiss.

He pulled at the hem of Miles’s shirt, dragging the fabric over his head before he started on his pants. Miles reached for him just the same, and their clothes hit the floor. He kicked his riding boots across the room and straightened, his breath catching.

Miles stood naked in front of him, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Amber eyes eclipsed by dark desire, dirty blond hair ruffled from his hands grabbing handfuls of it, his skin flushed with need. He wanted to kiss every inch of him.

One look at Miles’s hard cock had him backing the man toward the bed, guiding him onto it. With Miles on the mattress under him, he reached between them to wrap a hand around Miles’s thick length, stroking languidly as he said, “I want this inside me.”

Miles’s breath stuttered, and the curse that fell from his lips had Kaz smirking. A second later, he was on his back with Miles between his legs. Miles caught Kaz’s hands above his head and pressed them into the mattress, his smile downright dirty.

“Stay or I’ll tie you down.”

“Fuck,” he gasped out.

If there was someone he trusted enough to tie him up, it was Miles, but he wanted the option to touch him, so he grasped at the sheets, holding on.

Miles’s eyes shone with unchecked hunger as he ran the backs of his hands down Kaz’s arms. Miles lowered his head, pressing teasing kisses all over his chest. Kaz arched under him, need thrumming in his veins, his body burning from how desperately he wanted Miles.

Miles ran the flat of his tongue over a nipple, Kaz’s groan making his lips twitch, and then he was back to putting his lips on Kaz’s skin.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized what Miles was doing. He was kissing his tattoos. Every single one of them.

“Tell me about the new ones,” Miles said, lips barely lifted from his skin before he pressed them to another tattoo, this one under his left clavicle, right over his heart.

“I got that one after my birthday,” he said, swallowing against the lump in his throat, his hold on the sheets tightening.

Miles pulled back, the scrunch of his brows telling him Miles knew exactly which birthday he was referring to. Miles ran his fingertips over the heart tattoo, tracing the lines of barbed wire it was made up of, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“That’s for me?”

Kaz’s chest felt tight as he nodded. “I want your name in the middle.”

Miles’s sharp intake of breath didn’t surprise him. Those golden-browns turned liquid gold, and the man stared down at him with barely restrained desire.

“You want me here?” Miles asked, fingers moving to the empty middle of the tattoo.

“Yes.”

His heart was where Miles had always been. Would always be.

Miles leaned down, lips pressing against where his fingertips had just been. Kaz trembled under him, his breath rushing out with a moan.

“Where else do you want me?” Miles asked, sounding as breathless as Kaz felt.

“Everywhere.”

Miles’s wicked smile sent a bolt of lust through him.

“I know exactly where I wanna start,” Miles said and moved back, bringing his mouth closer to the part of Kaz that needed his attention the most.

Grabbing Kaz’s legs, he lifted them onto his shoulders and lowered his head. He licked a path from Kaz’s hole to his balls, gibberish spilling from Kaz’s lips when that tongue pushed inside him.

He let his head fall back on the bed, his lips parting on gasping breaths as Miles fucked him with that wicked tongue.

Hands slid up his thighs, fingers digging into overheated skin, and he shook against Miles, barely holding onto his sanity as the man drove him straight to the edge before pulling back.

Fingers replaced the tongue, and he couldn’t focus on anything except the feel of them putting pressure on his prostate and the tight heat surrounding his cock as Miles took him deep in his mouth and swallowed around him.

“ Miles, ” he gasped out, groaning loudly. “Fuck, that feels good.”

He pushed onto his elbows to watch, his hands grasping at the sheets. Fuck. Miles looked damned good with his cock spreading his lips wide.

“God. Fuck.”

Miles looked up, and he knew what he was waiting for. What he needed from him.

“Please,” he gasped out, need straining his voice. “Please, fuck me, Miles.”

Miles’s eyes darkened, and he let Kaz’s legs drop from his shoulders to move off the bed, reaching for the duffel bag on the floor. He returned seconds later with lube in hand.

He bit his lip hard as he watched Miles pour lube into his hand before fisting his cock, stroking slowly to spread it out.

He grabbed hold of the sheets above his head, precome slipping down his cock from how much he wanted to touch Miles, how much he craved feeling Miles slide inside him. Taking him. Claiming him.

Miles settled on his knees between Kaz’s legs, and he wrapped them around the man’s waist, needing him closer.

He felt the head of Miles’s cock at his entrance and blew out a breath, relaxing into the mattress. Miles held his gaze as he pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching his hole. Fuck. It felt so damned good.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered when Miles slid inside him, filling him with his thick cock.

Miles stilled, and it was as if time did, too, as he looked up into amber eyes that held everything he’d dreamed of for years.

“I love you,” Miles breathed, moving his hips in shallow thrusts. “Even when I tried, I could never hate you.”

“ Please. ”

Miles dropped forward, hands finding Kaz’s, fingers intertwining as he pressed their hands into the mattress above Kaz’s head. Miles pulled back his hips, the thick head of his cock spreading Kaz’s hole and making him cry out.

Miles snapped his hips forward, driving hard and deep into Kaz, who arched off the bed with a loud moan.

He felt Miles everywhere. On his skin. With every shaky breath he took.

Every slide of Miles’s cock inside him. He felt him break down every single wall he’d ever built around his heart, those golden eyes taking his breath away with the intense want and love shining in them as Miles looked down at him.

He pulled a hand free from Miles’s grip to slide it up Miles’s sweat-slicked chest to wrap his fingers lightly around his throat.

Lust darkened Miles’s eyes, and his thrusts got harder, wilder.

There was nothing like watching Miles like this.

Nothing like making him lose control. He fucking lived for moments like this.

“Miles,” he gasped out in warning, his grip tightening around Miles’s throat.

“I’m right there with you,” Miles groaned, hips slamming against Kaz with a vigor that had the headboard ramming against the wall.

Miles leaned down, lips finding the side of Kaz’s neck, trailing down until he pressed a kiss to Kaz’s chest. To the tattoo there. Then his mouth was on Kaz’s, swallowing his endless moans as the man drove his cock into him at a relentless pace.

Fourteen years ago, Miles had fucked him like he was punishing him, and back then, he probably had been.

Not that he would ever complain. But this?

Fuck. Miles was staking his claim; he was making sure Kaz knew he loved every part of him, and for once in his life, it felt like all of him might actually be worth loving.

A few strokes of Miles’s hand on his cock pushed him over the edge. Pleasure spread through his body, leaving him gasping and shaking under Miles, who kept thrusting, kept stroking, until he could barely think.

He whimpered when Miles pulled out, but one look at Miles stroking his cock as he looked down at him, and he was begging again, begging Miles to claim him, to mark him, to make him his.

Miles gasped Kaz’s name, his head thrown back as his hot come painted Kaz’s chest white. He looked so fucking sinful like that, eyes dark with pleasure, lips parted as he panted for breath, and his cock spent from claiming Kaz.

He dropped his head back against the mattress, chest heaving as he let his eyes fall shut.

“Fuck. I love it when you do that,” he mumbled, sounding almost coherent.

He felt Miles’s body on top of his, and then lips found his mouth in a soft kiss that took his breath away. He held onto Miles, keeping him pressed against him as if he could keep him there for all eternity, and when Miles whispered those three words against his lips, he believed him.