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Miles

A CLUB party was the last place he wanted to be, especially because the son of the president who was throwing the party was now a patched member.

Kaz had always been a menace, but now? Holy fuck.

All he wanted to do was slam his fist into the asshole’s smug face, but he’d promised to keep his hands to himself tonight.

Kaz was still hot as fuck, and it grated on his goddamned nerves.

Kaz’s tan skin and black hair coupled with his striking gray eyes were an insanely hot combo.

He even had thick black stubble, and it only made Miles hate him that much more because, despite being older than Kaz, he still couldn’t get more than some patchy fuzz on his chin, and that was about as sexy as dirty socks.

He was pretty sure Kaz had been hitting on him earlier. Kaz had called him hot, but had he meant it, or was he just looking for a reaction? A desperate part of him wanted to believe he’d meant it but the logical part of him knew he hadn’t. He couldn’t have.

“Aw, Miley. You look bored,” Kaz drawled as he dropped down on the couch next to Miles and put an empty glass on the coffee table.

Kaz looked up, meeting Miles’s gaze, and he forgot to breathe for a moment. Kaz’s gray eyes were captivating. With all those shades of gray colliding, he’d always compared them to the eye of a storm. Fitting because Kaz was a whirlwind he desperately tried but never managed to avoid.

“Don’t call me that,” he said through gritted teeth.

“What? Miley?”

Miles’s jaw clenched tight as he stood and walked away from a laughing Kaz.

He headed outside but spotted his dads out there talking to one of Kaz’s fathers and knew they’d just try to push the two of them to spend time together if they spotted him.

They’d been doing that at every damned party for years.

They thought that because they were such good friends, their kids should be, too.

Which was obviously not happening with him and Kaz.

His sister seemed to like Mr. Asshole just fine, though.

The only reason he hadn’t gotten between them was that his sister already had a boyfriend.

They’d been together for years, and even if they hadn’t, he knew Emma had no desire to date a biker.

He didn’t either. They’d grown up seeing how hard it could be for the non-biker through their dads.

He had no doubt they loved each other or that they would always fight to make things work between them, but life was hard.

He knew that firsthand. Emma didn’t remember much of it, but he did. He remembered too much.

“Oh, come on.”

Miles squeezed his eyes shut and tried to count to ten. He only made it to two before Kaz put a hand on his shoulder and made him whirl around to push him away.

“Don’t touch me,” he snapped at Kaz.

The smirk on Kaz’s face made him ball his hands into fists. There was a rage simmering under his skin, and Kaz always brought it right to the surface, but he was determined not to let it take over. Not this time. He wouldn’t give Kaz the satisfaction.

“Why? You afraid you might like it, Miley?”

He glared at Kaz but couldn’t get a single word out when Kaz sidled closer, a sinful smile on his lips as he slid a hand up his chest. Kaz’s hand was warm through his shirt, leaving tingles in its wake.

Fuck.

Blood rushed south without his permission. He didn’t want to be attracted to Kaz and he sure as fuck didn’t want to be turned on by him.

He slapped Kaz’s hand away and pushed past him, slamming his shoulder into Kaz’s, and ground his teeth at the low chuckle that followed him. He headed for the spiral staircase by the bar, passing a few of the Disciples on the way. He offered them a fake smile and kept moving.

“Was that an invitation?” Kaz yelled after him.

Miles cursed under his breath and took the steps two at a time. He could hear Kaz behind him and considered turning around to push him down the stairs. His dads wouldn’t like that. Kaz’s dads wouldn’t either. Damn. There went that plan.

He reached the second floor and took off toward one of the many bedrooms. Maybe he could hide in one of them until they had to leave? Though nothing would stop Kaz from hanging out in front of the door and annoying the shit out of him.

He came to a sharp halt and grunted when Kaz slammed into his back.

He turned around and when Kaz gave him his signature smirk, he couldn’t fucking take it anymore. To hell with that promise to keep his hands to himself.

He grabbed Kaz by the front of his shirt―strategically avoiding his leather cut because he didn’t want to deal with the consequences that touching it might have―and pulled him toward the wall so he could slam him against it.

He was maybe an inch shorter than Kaz, and while he’d bulked up over the past year, Kaz was still wider.

That didn’t stop him from using his body to keep Kaz pressed against the wall, the man’s rich citrus scent overwhelming his senses the second he was close enough to breathe it in.

Kaz was still smiling wryly, those startling gray eyes gleaming wickedly at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“You,” Kaz said, fingers slipping into the belt loops of Miles’s jeans to hold on while he rolled his hips against him. “ You’re my problem.”

A gasp escaped him when he felt something big and hard pressing against him.

He stared at Kaz, lips still parted after that gasp. Kaz was looking at him with the kind of confidence he could only wish to possess. Kaz wasn’t afraid to come onto a guy who’d broken his nose before. It made him hate him so much more. It also made him want to crush his mouth against Kaz’s.

He dropped his gaze to Kaz’s lips. So fucking enticing.

Heat rushed through him, setting his every nerve ending on fire. He met Kaz’s gaze and the heated look in those eyes had his dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Kaz of all people was looking at him like that? There was no greater confidence boost than that.

Still, if they did this, there’d be consequences. They could fuck up so much. Kaz was almost nineteen, though. He was an adult. He could deal with those consequences on his own.

He wrapped his fingers around Kaz’s throat and leaned closer, a breathless sound escaping him when Kaz licked his lips and tilted his head back.

One kiss. One kiss wouldn’t fuck everything up, would it?

Maybe if he got a taste, he’d realize who he was kissing and go back to hating Kaz.

Go back to wanting to slam his fist into Kaz’s face instead of wanting to see every inch of his skin.

Touch every inch. He wanted Kaz writhing underneath him.

He wanted Kaz to beg. To scream his name.

The need flooding him was heady and irresistible. As was Kaz.

He pressed his thumb against the fluttering pulse in Kaz’s throat and took great delight in knowing Kaz was as affected as he was, even if it also terrified him.

He leaned in, nose brushing Kaz’s as their breaths mingled .

Kaz’s sharp intake of breath had something entirely too possessive exploding inside him, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He tightened his hold on Kaz’s throat and brought his mouth down on Kaz’s.

Kaz’s lips were soft and pliant under his, which only made him kiss Kaz harder. Kaz opened to him with a low moan, and he licked into his mouth, a hint of whiskey hitting his tongue while a deep groan built in his chest.

Kaz’s thick stubble felt so damned good against his skin, just rough enough to scratch and leave a reminder of a kiss he didn’t want to end.

He jerked back, gasping breaths filling the air as he stared at Kaz’s wet lips, his heart thundering in his chest as he realized something.

One kiss would never be enough.