Page 39 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)
Kaz
HIS HEART was in his throat, beating frantically as he took in the sight of Miles in that cut. With his name on him. Fuck, but it spoke to some feral part of him.
“I can’t wait to marry you.”
The words rushed out of him, and the red tinting Miles’s cheeks had his breath catching in his throat. He’d always loved that look on Miles. Almost as much as he loved pissing him off just enough to get the man’s hands on him.
Miles shook his head, his smile almost shy. “You know, I always thought I wanted a white picket fence and kids.”
Kaz arched a brow at him.
“I can paint the fence for you?”
The light gleaming in Miles’s eyes had him stealing a kiss. He couldn’t get enough of this man.
“I have to disappoint on the kids, though.” He pulled back, a smile teasing his lips. “The twins are all I can handle right now.”
A low laugh slipped from Miles’s lips, and he shook his head, hands running down Kaz’s chest as warmth filled his eyes.
“I said I thought I wanted it. All I really want is you and everything that comes with you.”
“So, a crumbling house and sixteen horribly raised bikers?”
Miles slapped a hand against Kaz’s chest. “My sister is one of those bikers.”
“That’s why I said sixteen and not seventeen.”
Miles snorted and dropped his forehead to Kaz’s shoulder, Kaz’s low laugh earning him a pinch to the side. He cupped Miles’s face, bringing his head back up. He brushed his thumbs across stubbled cheeks, his chest feeling lighter than ever.
Miles pressed their lips together, and Kaz forgot everything around him. All he felt, all he thought about, was the man in his arms. Miles’s lips slid against his, tongue licking inside his mouth. He soaked it all up, even if he still found it hard to believe that Miles was truly his.
He pulled back, resting his forehead against Miles’s for a moment to catch his breath, and then he met the man’s gaze, hoping that Miles could see everything he felt for him in his eyes, that he could hear it in his voice, because he loved Miles more than words could ever describe.
“I want this, Miles. I want this life with you.”
There was a vulnerability to the look in Miles’s eyes, and he felt his pulse rise, a desperate need to show Miles that he meant every word. He needed Miles more than he needed air in his lungs.
He backed Miles against the desk, and with a wry smile, he dropped to his knees.
“Oh, fuck, Kaz ,” Miles breathed.
He ran his hands up Miles’s jeans-covered thighs, loving how the muscles flexed under his palms. He popped the button and glanced up at Miles, his cock fighting the confines of his jeans when he found Miles watching him with need blazing in his eyes and his bottom lip between his teeth.
There was something entirely carnal about that look in Miles’s eyes, and it left his hands shaking, lust blazing inside him.
He pulled the zipper of Miles’s jeans down, holding Miles’s gaze until he freed his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” he muttered in awe.
“Only for you,” Miles said, his voice a deep rasp.
A smile stretched Kaz’s lips before he wrapped them around Miles’s cock, taking him straight to the back of his throat, his eyes falling shut as he moaned around him. He loved the feel of him in his mouth. The taste of him.
The needy sounds Miles made as he swallowed down his cock only pushed him to work harder. He was doing his best to drive the man crazy, to give him exactly what he wanted because he needed Miles to know that he was the only one he’d ever worship. The only one he’d ever love.
“I love you on your knees,” Miles said, his hands finding the back of Kaz’s head.
Kaz hummed. He loved it, too. Loved when Miles lost control and took what he needed from him. He grasped onto the edge of the table behind Miles and looked up, his pulse spiking at the unadulterated lust staring back at him.
Miles’s hips jerked forward, shoving his cock down Kaz’s throat, and he took it all with an appreciative moan.
Miles fucked his mouth, the hands on his head holding him still and forcing him to take Miles’s cock deeper with each thrust. It only made his own cock harder.
He glanced up at Miles. He looked like a fucking wet dream as he drove his cock deep into his mouth, his jaw slack, eyes dark as night, body wound tight. He wanted to commit it to memory so that he could always see Miles like this; so close to losing control.
His cock was begging for friction, but he dug his nails into the tabletop on either side of Miles, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could watch his man.
Miles’s expression was pure pleasure and something else.
Something dark that spoke to the feral part of him that Miles always triggered.
The part that reveled in claiming Miles as his.
The part that made him want to kill someone for touching what was his.
Miles cursed, and the salty taste of precome hit his tongue.
A hand fisted his hair and tugged. “Get up here.”
He reluctantly let Miles’s cock slip from between his lips and stood.
Miles’s fingers were opening his jeans the second they were within reach.
Miles released Kaz’s aching cock, his touch making Kaz hiss, his eyes falling shut as his head dropped back.
Miles stroked him slowly, wrist twisting on every up-stroke.
It was heaven and hell at the same time because if Miles kept it up, he was going to come, and he didn’t want that yet. He wanted to see Miles let go first.
He pulled his hips away from a protesting Miles and jerked the man’s jeans down to sit around his ankles.
Miles stepped out of his shoes and then his jeans, his eyes dark, lustful pits.
He lifted Miles onto the desk and stepped between his legs, spitting into his hand before bringing their cocks together.
“Fuck. Kaz, ” Miles hissed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“God, you feel good,” he groaned, eyes on their slick cocks.
He rocked against Miles, the feel of that silky, hard cock against his leaving him under no illusion that he would last much longer.
Miles felt too damned good against him. He looked damned good, too, the black leather shining in the light.
Just knowing his name was on the back of it had precome dripping between them.
Miles’s groans got more frequent, more breathless, and he knew he was close. He slammed his mouth over Miles’s, kissing him fervently as he drank down every sound he pulled from Miles. His strokes became frantic, the pleasure inside him building fast.
Miles gasped against Kaz’s lips, and he opened his eyes just in time to see Miles come, eyes hazy with lust. He might’ve whispered Kaz’s name, but to him it was the loudest yell, and he hoped everyone heard it. That they never fucking doubted who Miles belonged to.
Miles’s come made his strokes easier, and the thought of the man’s come all over his cock had his orgasm barreling through him, pleasure blurring his vision as his body tensed.
“Oh fuck,” Miles gasped, eyes shimmering in the light as he held Kaz’s gaze.
He stroked them through it, and he wasn’t sure who came the hardest, come covering both their cocks and his hand.
He rested his forehead against Miles’s, his fingers running through Miles’s hair.
The man’s heavy breaths were hot against his face and lips, and when he pulled back, Miles dropped his head back, his lips parted on soft curses.
Miles opened his eyes, and Kaz nearly came again when Miles grabbed his come-covered hand and brought it to his mouth, licking across his palm.
“Fuck,” he hissed, knees wobbling. “You’re trouble.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Miles mumbled, nipping at Kaz’s fingers.
“Like I could,” he said and brought his mouth down on Miles’s, licking into his mouth to taste both of them on Miles’s tongue. A groan filled the room, and he couldn’t tell which of them it came from, nor did he care.
They cleaned up and tucked themselves away, the peaceful air surrounding them making him smile to himself.
He tugged Miles down the stairs, leading him across the parking lot to the clubhouse and up to their room.
He took his time undressing Miles, taking care with their cuts.
He looked his fill of the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, knowing deep in his bones that he would never get enough of him, and then he brought him into the shower.
Hot water beat down on them as Miles pressed himself completely against Kaz. Exactly where he belonged.
“We’re renovating this bathroom next,” Miles muttered, tipping his head back to meet Kaz’s gaze.
“Agreed.”
He swept down to kiss Miles, grinning against his lips because he knew this was just the beginning of their forever, and he couldn’t wait to see what came next.