Page 40 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)

Miles

LIPS TRAILED down the side of his neck, and he couldn’t help his smile as he opened his eyes to see Kaz leaning over him. His hands found Kaz’s chest, sliding over muscles and tattoos. Kaz kept him up most of the night, and he had absolutely zero complaints.

“I could get used to this,” he muttered, fingers threading through Kaz’s hair.

“I should hope so,” Kaz said, his voice a quiet growl.

Kaz pulled back to meet Miles’s gaze, and he stared up into gray pools of pure love. Well, there was that sinful gleam, too, but he didn’t mind it. He loved it. How could he not love how much Kaz wanted him and didn’t hold back on showing him?

Kaz put his lips back on Miles, who arched up against him, pleas falling from his lips.

“I love you,” Kaz said against his skin. He felt it in every flick of his tongue. In every brush of lips. In every reverent touch, just how much Kaz loved him.

He didn’t know how he’d ever doubted it.

The roar of a sports car coming up the driveway made a smile spread on his lips. Ezra.

He slipped out from under Kaz and crossed the room to find his jeans. He dressed quickly, avidly aware that Kaz watched him with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed.

“You’re not making me want to kill Ezra any less,” Kaz grumbled.

He looked over his shoulder at Kaz, a teasing smile on his lips.

“You’re the one who invited him.”

Kaz froze in the middle of putting on his pants, then slowly raised his gaze, leaving his pants open and making it hard for Miles to concentrate on finding his boots. How did the man only get hotter with each day?

“You were naked in my lap at the time,” Kaz said, brow arching. “You know damned well I can’t say no to you.”

Miles pressed his lips together, though it did nothing to hide his smile.

Kaz shook his head with a sigh. “They’re by the door.”

Miles looked toward the door with a frown, a light chuckle escaping him when he found his boots there.

He padded across the bedroom and, while he pulled them on, Kaz finished dressing and reached for his cut.

Miles straightened to watch as Kaz shrugged into the leather vest, his lip between his teeth as heat sparked inside him.

It didn’t help one bit when Kaz held Miles’s own cut up, waiting for him to walk over and let Kaz help him into it. The second that weight settled on his shoulders, there were lips on the side of his neck, moving up to that spot behind his ear that had him shivering.

“We could stay right here,” Kaz said, his voice a low rumble against his skin.

He opened his mouth to tell him no, but all that came out was a moan as warm hands slid up under his shirt. Kaz pressed his chest against Miles’s back, and thinking got almost impossible.

The honk of a car horn was the only thing that made him pull away.

“Later,” he promised Kaz before taking his hand and tugging him toward the door.

They walked downstairs, and a few of the others followed them out the front door to the porch.

From there, they could see the metallic blue Porsche and the four people standing in front of it.

Solo and Jane had their backs to the clubhouse, speaking with Ezra, who gestured excitedly as he spoke, probably telling them about the car.

Mika was watching them with curious eyes, her head tilted, and her lips pursed.

He’d asked Ezra to give her a ride because he had something he wanted to share with her. Something exciting.

Jane turned, looking intent on marching away from the others, but Solo grabbed her by the shoulder, whirling her around. Jane got less than a syllable out before Solo slammed his mouth over hers.

Miles pressed his lips together as he watched Solo place a hand on Jane’s lower back to press her smaller body flush with his, lifting her off her feet. Jane was holding onto Solo’s shoulders, clearly losing herself in the heated kiss. Neither of them noticed when Mika and Ezra walked past them.

Miles eyed Kaz’s expression, but all he saw there was a calm―if not lightly confused―look.

“You okay?”

Kaz sucked in a breath of air as if he’d forgotten to breathe. He turned silver eyes on Miles, that teasing gleam making him bite his lip.

“I’m just glad they seem to be figuring their shit out.”

“They deserve to be happy,” Miles said, a huff of laughter escaping him when Mika crashed into him, wrapping him up in a tight hug.

“Can you believe Mr. Manwhore was flirting with both of them only for them to do that?” she asked gleefully as she pulled back, flashing him a wide grin.

Ezra leveled her with an annoyed glare and said, “It was them or you, and as we discovered during our lovely little drive here, you don’t react well to being complimented or flirted with.”

Mika snorted. “Or perhaps, asshat, I just don’t appreciate your version of ‘flirting.’”

“Excuse me for offering you nice things,” Ezra said, not sounding offended in the least at her rejection. He’d never been one to hold onto anything, especially people who didn’t want him. Except for his parents.

“Is that what you call mocking everything about me?”

“What did you expect from a playboy in a flashy car?” Talon asked, crossing his beefy arms as he threw a condescending look Ezra’s way.

“You forgot rich,” Ezra said, looking at his nails for a moment before meeting Talon’s gaze, that confident smirk of his making Talon’s eyes narrow in a dangerous glare.

Miles stepped between them to hug Ezra before he and Talon got into a pissing match. Mostly because he wasn’t sure who would win. Though the loser was probably the one to worry about.

Gravel crunching under boots pulled his attention away from those two.

Jane was pulling Solo with her toward the front porch.

Her hair was a mess, as if Solo had twisted it in his hands, and her face was flushed, but she was smiling.

When she met Miles’s gaze, they shared a moment of pure joy.

They were both exactly where they wanted to be: right next to the men they loved.

“How long?”

The words were spoken low, but there was so much anguish in them that Miles flinched. He turned his gaze on Wilder, whose blank expression gave nothing away. He was standing stock still, staring at Solo and Jane.

Solo swallowed, then cleared his throat. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Jane interjected with, “It’s none of your business.”

She stepped toward Wilder, her expression thunderous.

Solo caught her by the shoulders, tugging her back, almost behind him, and then he met Wilder’s gaze.

“On and off for thirteen years.”

Wilder flinched as if Solo hit him, and Miles supposed it might feel like it to Wilder. He looked stricken as he looked first at Jane, then at Solo, his words fucking heartbreaking as he spoke. “I thought we were family.”

Wilder turned and took off toward his bike, only pushing his helmet over his head before the bike rumbled to life and he drove down the driveway at breakneck speed.

Miles snapped his gaze onto Jane, surprised to find her with steel in her eyes and her shoulders back, her head held high. Solo, on the other hand, looked just as stricken as Wilder had.

“He’ll come around,” Kaz said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I sincerely doubt that,” Solo muttered. When Jane looked up at him, he pulled her close and added, “It doesn’t matter. You are what matters to me.”

Jane melted in Solo’s arms, and Miles couldn’t help his smile.

A bump to his shoulder had him looking up into his best friend’s pale blue eyes.

“Is this the kind of drama that goes on here because, in that case, sign me the fuck up.”

Miles rolled his eyes and pushed Ezra toward the door.

Ezra loved everyone else’s drama. He’d figured out long ago that it was because it took away from his own.

His dad was a drunk, and his mother was his faithful apologist. They were the reason Ezra had moved into Auggie and Russell’s home at the age of twelve.

They were his real family. Them and the other boys.

Not that it kept his parents from reappearing all the damned time.

Their holier-than-thou shit got tiring real fucking fast. They always made Ezra feel like he was the one in the wrong.

That he’d abandoned them . He wished Ezra would go no-contact with them, but all he could do without overstepping was to have his friend’s back.

The second they stepped into the clubhouse, Ezra spotted Emma and took off toward her. Miles watched with a shake of his head, unsurprised when Emma pulled one of her knives before Ezra even reached her.

“I hope she stabs him.”

Miles turned to Mika, shaking his head at the devilish look on her face. She blinked innocently at him. “What?”

“Pissing people off is his go-to, but he’s a good friend. He’s just got… issues.”

Mika smacked her lips, eyes gleaming. “Well, he’s your friend, so there’s gotta be something redeemable about him.”

“Yeah, let’s go with that,” he mumbled, fighting a smile.

“Huh,” Mika said, running her gaze across the room. “I see why you called.”

Miles snorted and shook his head. “The house is almost done. I called you for something else.”

Mika’s big brown eyes met his gaze, and before he could say a thing, she was bouncing excitedly.

“Are you doing it?” she asked, her smile leaving dimples in her cheeks.

A laugh burst from him, and he nodded, laughing harder when she squealed and jumped into his arms. The decision had been easy to make, but starting his own construction firm without Mika?

No. He needed her if he was going to do this.

He needed a partner, and there was no one else he’d rather have at his side.

“I take it we’re doing it here?” Mika asked, gaze shooting toward Kaz for a second before she waggled her brows at Miles.

“Oh, we most definitely are.”

New Freedom had become his home because this was where Kaz was. It was where their family of mismatched outlaw bikers was.

This was their new beginning.

“Well, are you gonna show me around, then?”

Mika turned just as Remy walked past and bumped into her. Remy’s cheeks reddened as she stammered out an apology.

“No need, gorgeous,” Mika said, gaze moving slowly down Remy’s body. “You can bump into me any day.”

Remy watched Mika with wide eyes, her lips parted on a wordless sound. Mika locked her arm with Remy’s and said, “You’ll show me around, won’t you?”

“Uh, sure,” Remy said, her voice hesitant as she shot Miles a helpless look over her shoulder. He gave her a reassuring smile that didn’t seem to help one bit.

Arms wrapped around him, a warm and firm body pressing against his back. He rested his head against Kaz’s shoulder with a hearty sigh.

“It’s never gonna be boring, is it?”

Kaz’s laugh rumbled through his chest, and Miles tipped his head back to meet his gaze, grinning at the amusement he found playing in those silver eyes.

“No, Sweetheart, it will be anything but boring.”

“I love you.”

He was already preparing himself when that smirk formed on Kaz’s face.

“I know,” Kaz said, grunting when Miles’s elbow landed in his side. He caught Miles around the waist and brought him back against his body. “I love you, Miles. I always will.”

Miles smiled and buried his face in Kaz’s neck, the smell of citrus and leather filling his nose as warmth enveloped his body. Home. He was home.