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Miles

KAZ PUT his shirt and cut back on, and while he’d cleaned up the come on the table, he’d left Miles’s come on his back. It made him want to bend Kaz right back over the table again.

He shook his head at himself and strode to the nearest window, opening it to let the smell of sex out.

If they were lucky, Kaz’s dads would just think it was one of the biker couples and not them.

The thought brought him up short. A part of him was relieved that they hadn’t been completely found out, another part of him was disappointed.

He wasn’t sure what to think about Kaz’s reaction because clearly he wasn’t worried, but he also seemed perfectly happy to keep them a secret.

He wasn’t even sure why he cared. So far, they were just fucking.

They were just having fun. Except, the more he got to know Kaz, the more he found he liked him.

He liked him a lot. Even if he was a brat sometimes.

When they talked― really talked―the man he got to know was the opposite of the image he’d created in his mind.

He looked at Kaz and knew he was foolish for feeling that fluttering in his stomach. Kaz was a biker. He’d bullied him for years. He was everything he didn’t want and yet… It felt almost more foolish not to admit just how much he did want Kaz.

The sex was incredible. He never let go the way he did with Kaz. Kaz brought out an almost possessive side to him that he hadn’t known existed. Kaz was bringing out a whole lot of things he hadn’t known about himself. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he trusted Kaz.

“Miles?”

He jerked his head up to find Kaz standing by the door, his brows furrowed.

“You coming?” Kaz asked, motioning with a tilt of his head at the door.

“Yeah,” he croaked out and took off toward Kaz.

Kaz opened the door, and as Miles stepped out first, a hand trailed over the small of his back. It was things like that. Soft caresses. Gentle touches when they weren’t necessary. It confused him almost as much as it thrilled him.

“Let’s go for a ride,” Kaz said, grinning when Miles looked over his shoulder at him.

He nodded, his throat thick and the words nonexistent.

They walked outside and he had to duck his head when they ran into Kaz’s parents and a few of the other bikers because his face heated instantly. Kaz didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, which only served to confuse him more.

They continued to Kaz’s bike, and he’d just put on his helmet when Kaz handed him a pair of gloves, their fingers brushing and sending a spark up his arm. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging heart.

He pulled on the gloves and when Kaz mounted the bike, he slid on behind him.

He wrapped his arms around Kaz and pressed his body against him.

They only had two days left together, and he knew it would never be enough.

He didn’t want it to end; whatever this was between them. He just hoped Kaz felt the same.

They took off down the road, and he closed his eyes, forcing his doubts down deep so he could enjoy this moment with Kaz, the wind beating against them, the bike rumbling under them, and Kaz’s body against his.