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Kaz

THE LAST few days with Miles had probably been the best of his life.

Certainly the most thrilling and exciting.

It hadn’t taken much convincing to get Miles back on his bike, and they’d been riding for hours every single day.

No one thought twice about it because, in their eyes, they were just boys having fun, but he got such a satisfying feeling from having Miles’s arms wrapped around him, Miles’s body pressed against his back, while he took him for a wild ride.

They didn’t kiss or touch unless they were alone, and he thought that might be part of the allure for both of them.

Sneaking around was hot. Miles fucking him in the room they used for church while there were people at the clubhouse, his hand over Kaz’s mouth to keep him quiet, was even hotter.

He’d teased Miles and quickly found himself bent over the table, Miles fucking him with reckless abandon as if they’d bothered to lock the door.

He groaned against Miles’s hand, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Miles flexed his fingers on his hip and thrust harder. Miles’s dick was the best thing that had ever happened to him .

He was pretty sure all his teasing and bullying of Miles over the years had led to Miles fucking him with this kind of intensity.

He should’ve bullied him harder because he fucking loved it when Miles took his frustrations out on his ass.

When Miles fucked him like he wanted to teach him a lesson.

As if he’d learn anything but how to better push Miles’s buttons.

“Fuck, just like that,” he gasped out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Miles kept hitting his prostate with each hard thrust. He wasn’t sure if Miles understood his muffled words, but he kept fucking him exactly how he needed him to.

A wave of pleasure washed over him, and he bit Miles’s hand right by the thumb as he came, his come shooting all over the table as he shook in Miles’s arms. Miles didn’t let up, only thrusting harder and prolonging his orgasm until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Miles,” he whimpered, rising up on his toes as he dug his fingertips into the tabletop, nails on the verge of breaking.

Miles pulled out, his grunts guttural and so fucking sexy, and then hot come hit his back. He dropped his forehead to the table with a curse, his dick trying desperately to get back up because, fuck, that was so fucking hot.

He gasped in breath after breath, loving Miles’s weight on top of him. Lips pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder, and a smile flittered across his face.

Miles pulled back, and Kaz put his hands on the table, shoving himself upright.

He turned, running his gaze over a disheveled Miles.

He was fully clothed, and though he’d tucked himself away, his pants were still open.

Miles had freed him of his shirt and cut and then just tugged his pants down over his hips to fuck him.

He had zero complaints. Not with the come running down his back.

He barely registered the front door opening and closing, nor the footsteps down the hall. He did, however, notice when the door to the room they were in creaked open and Diesel stepped inside.

“Shit,” he hissed, gaze snapping to Miles who quickly sank into a chair, lips pressed together and a wide-eyed look on his face.

A loud sigh had him looking back at Diesel. The man was rubbing the bridge of his nose, cursing softly under his breath.

“You’re being about as quiet as a Chopper,” Diesel said with a stern look at Kaz. “Your dads are gonna be here any second, so just… clean up and, for fuck’s sake, open the damned windows before you leave.”

The second the door closed behind Diesel, a burst of laughter escaped Kaz, and he only laughed harder when Miles glared at him.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” he managed to get out before a new wave of laughter hit him.

Miles’s lips twitched as he shook his head, and a second later, he was laughing, too.

At least it hadn’t been Ace walking in on them, or everyone would know by now.

While he considered Ace a friend, and they were often partners in crime, he knew better than to share any secrets with him.

They were known for doing stupid shit when they were together, but no matter what they got into, he doubted anything could top the time Ace had been doing wheelies to show off and had driven straight into a firetruck.

He still had a recording of it, and he loved to spring it on Ace to see the man splutter and get all red in the face.

When he managed to stop laughing, he pulled his pants up and looked around for something he could use to dry his come off the table.

Miles watched him with a frown. “So, I take it you’re not mad about getting caught?”

Kaz shrugged. “It’s D. He’s not gonna tell anyone.”

Miles nibbled on his bottom lip, his gaze dropping to the ground. Miles’s reaction confused him. He couldn’t read that expression.

“Hey,” he said, cupping Miles’s face in his hands, golden-brown eyes shooting up to meet his gaze. “What’s going through your head right now?”

Miles sighed, and a wry smile spread on his lips. “Nothing. Just glad it wasn’t your dad. I’m pretty sure this isn’t what our parents had in mind when they decided to try and make us get along.”

Kaz huffed out a laugh.

“No, I don’t think it was.” He wagged his brows at Miles. “Guess we superseded their expectations.”

Miles rolled his eyes. “Blew ‘em right outta the water.”

“Well, there’s certainly been a lot of blowing involved.”

He kissed Miles before he could roll his eyes again, holding on tight as hands slid into his hair and that devious tongue made a meal out of his mouth.

He knew they needed to clean up and get the hell outta there, but he couldn’t help taking this moment with Miles.

The closer they got to that impending deadline of Miles’s departure, the more each kiss meant to him.