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Miles groaned, gaze dropping to the ground as he mumbled, “Since we met.”

A choking sound had him looking at Kaz with concern, only to glare when he realized the man was trying to hold backa laugh.

“I’m sorry,” Kaz spluttered, laughter coating his words. “You thought I was hot when we met? When you ignored me, wouldn’t even talk to me, and pushed me away when I tried?”

Heat rose in Miles’s face.

“I was afraid you’d notice,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut.

Fingers grasped his chin, tilting his head back, and when he opened his eyes, he looked right into silver flames.

“If I had known back then, I could’ve been your first kiss. I would have been. That fucking day. I could’ve been your first everything.”

Miles clutched Kaz’s wrist, his heart skipping a beat.

“Don’t say that.”

Kaz brushed their lips together, and Miles trembled against him, hating the uncertainty Kaz’s words had brought him. He didn’t want to think about all the things he’d missed out on. The things he could’ve had with Kaz.

“Granted,” Kaz said, lips twitching. “I would’ve fucked up at some point and we wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t have gotten to experience grown-up Miles the way I have.”

Kaz’s grin was self-deprecating, and he hated it. He hated how Kaz saw himself.

“I saw you then and I see you now,” Miles said, leaning closer to brush their noses together, Kaz’s breath fanning across his lips in a soft caress. “You’ve made it impossible for me to ignore you, and now I don’t want to.”

He felt Kaz smile and pressed their lips together, pouring everything he felt into the kiss, even if he wasn’t quite sure what he felt. He just knew it felt right.Thisfelt right.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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’dtucked 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.”

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