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It wasn’t as much for the shower sex, though he wouldn’t mind more of it without hitting his elbows against the tiles every two seconds. It was because he enjoyed taking care of Miles, washing his hair?especially with his shampoo?washing his body. Every dip and crevice.
Miles wagged a finger at him, having turned from the mirror to rest his hip against the vanity, and facing Kaz with a knowing look in his eyes.
“Don’t even think about it,” Miles warned.
Kaz pushed away from the door, a suggestive lilt to his voice as he said, “Think about what? You in the shower? Naked? Moaning my name? Begging for me?”
Miles dropped his head back with a soft curse.
“Yes, that,” Miles mumbled.
Kaz chuckled as he stepped closer, grabbing Miles by his towel-covered hips to push him back against the vanity.
“No.” Miles shook his head and put his hands on Kaz as if to push him back. All they did was slide down the planes of his chest as if Miles lost control of them. “We can’t be late three days in a row.”
Kaz grinned. “No one’s gonna dare say a thing if you’re late every single day.”
Miles dropped his head against Kaz’s shoulder with a groan.
“Don’t tempt me,” Miles muttered.
“But that was my plan,” he teased, laughing when Miles pulled back to glare up at him.
He grabbed Miles by his ass with both hands, jerking the man against him to roll his hips. There was no way Miles wasn’t feeling just how much he wanted him. He always fucking wanted him.
He breathed in, the smell of citrus making something in his chest roar in satisfaction. He loved Miles smelling like him just as much as he loved seeing Miles in his clothes, especially the leather jacket. It had ended up on his floor every single time they’d gone riding.
He put his mouth next to Miles’s ear and whispered, “You should get dressed.”
He released Miles and backed away with a smirk on his face, taking in Miles’s pink cheeks and the defiant look in his golden eyes. He winked at Miles, then turned and walked out of the bathroom. If he stayed any longer, he was going to either fuck Miles across the vanity or drop to his knees for him. Miles was already nervous about Kaz’s blatant favoritism toward him, and not for his own sake. While Miles claimed not to care about the outlaw life, he was certainly aware of what it meant to be a part of the club.
He walked downstairs, hoping his dick would calm down once he was away from Miles. Though being away from him was no guarantee. He could see the man in his mind just as clearly as if he stood in front of him, amber eyes shining with a wicked gleam, toned muscles flexing as he moved, lips pulling into a smile that undid him every single time.
He heard voices and found a few people seated at the dining table eating breakfast. Jane was putting baskets of bread down on the table, her hair loose for once, cascading down over her shoulders. To hide the hickeys on her neck, no doubt. He’d spotted them yesterday and knew better than to point them out. If there was one thing he wasn’t getting involved with, it was his family members’ sex lives. He didn’t want to know anything about that. Especially when it was between two people he considered his siblings.
He wasn’t surprised to find Solo at the far end of the room, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, his gaze following Jane as she moved around, talking to Remy, Spencer, and the twins, who were all seated at the table.
Kaz walked across the room to pull out a chair and sit down across from Remy, who smiled sweetly up at him.
“Morning, Prez,” she said in a bright voice that nearly made him wince.
“Morning,” he grumbled, grabbing a piece of toast from one of Jane’s baskets and dropping it on the plate in front of him.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be that grumpy after the night you’ve had,” one of the twins quipped, the other snorting into his mug of coffee.
Spencer dropped his head into his hands, mumbling something that sounded a bit like, “How are you still alive?”
Jane, however, snorted out a laugh. Kaz pinned her with a glare she ignored. He opened his mouth to tell them all to fuck off when footsteps on the stairs halted him. He turned in hischair, a smile spreading on his face when Miles appeared in a pair of faded blue jeans and a light gray T-shirt, his hair still wet enough to leave a few drops on his shoulders.
“Good morning,” Miles said, and received a chorus of, “Good morning, Miles,” in return.
He would’ve glared at the others were he not too busy watching Miles cross the room. He bit back a disappointed sound when Miles walked to Jane’s side, the two of them whispering low. Jane chuckled and bumped her shoulder with his, and then they shared a secretive smile that had Kaz tensing.
“That,” he said, motioning between them, “Terrifies me.”
Miles and Jane looked at each other, and twin mischievous smiles bloomed on their faces.
“Exactly that,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
