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“What made you stop running?”

Kaz raised a hand, cupping Miles’s cheek. Miles felt a pang of lust rush through him when Kaz rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, the look in the man’s eyes dark and sensual.

“Guess I found a reason to stay,” Kaz said and pressed their lips together.

Miles groaned, hands sliding up under Kaz’s cut. Hands on the small of his back pressed him closer against Kaz’s body, and he soaked up the heat. Kaz tasted like wicked promises, his tongue sliding against Miles’s in a languid exploration that had his pulse picking up fast.

He knew they shouldn’t be kissing out in the courtyard for anyone to see, but he found that he didn’t care. Most of the bikers had left with Kaz’s dad, so they were largely alone at the clubhouse. He still startled and pulled away when a car horn sounded in the distance.

He gave Kaz a sheepish look, and Kaz was trying not to smile, though the dimple that appeared in his cheek made that a wasted effort. Something pulled inside his chest, and he knew he was blushing from the heat spreading in his cheeks, and it was solely because of that damned dimple.

Kaz took his hand and tugged him toward the front door.He led them through the clubhouse and out the patio doors to the little enclosed backyard.

They were alone out there, and when Kaz sat down on the little outdoor couch, he felt comfortable enough to sit right next to him. Warmth spread through him when Kaz leaned back and put a hand on his thigh.

“I…” He met Kaz’s gaze and held it. “I know you were at the shelter, but how did you…?”

“End up there?”

He was fully prepared for Kaz to not tell him a single thing about it and wholly unprepared for his next words.

“I was living on the streets. Got caught up in some bad shit just to stay alive. My parents were… deadbeat is too kind a word. Fucking pieces of shit are what they were. Pretty sure they hated me.”

Miles sucked in a breath, his heart hurting for Kaz. He couldn’t imagine that. His parents had loved him and his sister more than anything. The second they’d known they were about to die, they’d done everything to keep their kids safe.

He cupped Kaz’s face in his hands, making sure Kaz met his gaze as he said, “You’re right, then. Fucking pieces of shit.”

Fingers wrapped around his left wrist, and Kaz’s lips quirked up.

“I think you like me, Miley,” Kaz teased, a gleam in his eyes that Miles knew too well.

He had Kaz under him on the couch the next second, Kaz’s thighs on either side of him, the man’s hands trapped against the couch cushion above his head.

“And I think you like pissing me off.”

That infuriating smirk was back on Kaz’s face, and where it had made him want to slam a fist into it before, it only made him hard now.

“It gets your hands on me,” Kaz said and wrapped a leg around Miles’s waist, lifting up to roll his hips, something decidedly hard rubbing against him.

He cursed under his breath and pushed his hips forward.

“We’re so going to get into trouble, aren’t we?”

Kaz’s eyes shone with a light he hadn’t seen the likes of from him before. “Worth it.”

CHAPTER NINE

Kaz

MILES LOOKED like he was contemplating murder, and Kaz found it quite amusing, which certainly didn’t help temper the glare Miles aimed at him. He pushed the helmet into Miles’s hands, letting go so Miles had to either drop it or catch it. Miles held it against his chest with a curse.

Kaz threw his arms to the sides as he backed toward his bike, a grin on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?”

Miles huffed out a breath, eyes alight with exasperation.

“I’m not scared.”

Kaz arched a brow at him.

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