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The things hedidhave to offer consisted of childhood trauma, a bad attitude, and a serious penchant for trouble. Not exactly the makings of a great catch.

He drew in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to chase away the insecurities and fear. It didn’t matter how many times people told him he was worth something because he’d heard enough times that he wasn’t worth shit to believe it.

Fingertips running down his chest had him sucking in a breath, his focus snapping back to the man in his arms. Miles was drawing shapes across Kaz’s chest, a small smile on his lips.

“It’s my birthday next weekend.”

Miles turned his head, brown eyes looking up at him with something soft and warm that he wanted to fucking bottle and keep locked up only for him to see. He wanted Miles all to himself, even if the thought scared the shit out of him.

“I know,” Miles said.

A smug smile spread on his lips. “Youknow?”

Miles rolled his eyes and put his cheek back against Kaz’s chest, his confirming hum vibrating against him. He slid a hand into Miles’s hair, smiling down at him.

“You remember my birthday?”

“Shut up,” Miles mumbled.

That pleasant warmth spreading in his chest? He had afeeling it was happiness. Maybe something more. It made the fear rise up again, but he shoved it down and forced the words out.

“I want you to come.”

Miles huffed. “Just did.”

He grabbed a handful of Miles’s hair to tug on it. Miles opened his eyes and tilted his head back to meet Kaz’s gaze.

“I want you to come to my birthday party.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He pretended not to hear the croaking sound in his voice.

Miles’s lips were on his the next second and he trailed a hand down Miles’s bare back, following the curve of his spine until he reached that delectable ass.

He rolled them until Miles was under him and braced his hands on the bed to hold himself over Miles. Looking down at him, seeing Miles’s smile and that affectionate look in his eyes, he felt a sense of doom settling over him because he knew he’d done nothing to deserve it. All he’d done was hurt Miles. Taunt him. Push him until he got physical. He sure as fuck didn’t deserve Miles, but he was just selfish enough to keep him. At least for a little while. Until Miles wizened up and left him like everyone else.

He decided to make the most of the time they had, so he lowered his head, catching Miles’s lips in a slow kiss, teasing his lips open for his tongue to surge into his mouth and claim him. And then he claimed his body, over and over, until Miles could take no more, and then he let Miles claim him instead.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Miles

HE WAS jittery with nerves. The good kind. At least that’s what he kept telling himself as he was nearing York and the Disciples’ clubhouse. He’d borrowed Pop’s car, and while he hadn’t lied about where he was going or why, he still hadn’t told the whole truth. He hadn’t told anyone that he was in love with Kaz Tailler.

Every time he talked to Kaz the past week, every time he thought about him, he realized more and more exactly how in love with Kaz he was. He never thought he’d have any kind of love for Kaz, but for it to be this kind? The all-consuming kind? The kind where he couldn’t get enough of Kaz? Where he wanted to scream it from the rooftops so everyone would know? How could it only have been a few weeks?

He wasin love. With Kaz. And he couldn’t wait to tell him.

He turned down the road to the Disciples’ clubhouse and had to breathe deeply when his pulse skyrocketed at the sight of the concrete building and the rows of motorcycles parked out front. Yep, the nerves were still very much there.

He parked and headed for the front door, nearly jumping when it swung open. Ares appeared, and the second hespotted Miles, he smiled warmly at him.

“Ares,” he said, stepping closer to shake his hand.

“It’s good to see you, Miles. I’m glad you’re here, even if you’re a bit early.”

Heat rose to his cheeks, and he stammered out, “Oh. Sorry. Did I get the time wrong?”

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