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But his orgasm was building fast, that desperate need to come spreading through him.
“Kaz,” he groaned, grip tightening on the counter.
“Not yet,” Kaz ordered.
He whimpered, barely holding on.
Kaz slowed down his thrusts, forcing Miles to follow his orders.
A hand reached around him, wrapping around his throbbing cock, and bringing him some relief as Kaz stroked him.
It felt too good. There was no way he could hold back any longer.
Kaz’s hips picked up speed again, and he could’ve sobbed in relief. The friction was both heavenly and punishing at the same time, and he only wanted more.
“Fuck, Miles,” Kaz groaned, his hips stuttering as he thrust a few more times before stilling, his cock buried deep inside Miles.Kaz’s hand didn’t slow down, and he felt the pressure that had been building finally explode.
“That’s it,” Kaz gasped out. “Come for me.”
A part of him wanted to tell Kaz to fuck off. The other moaned the man’s name as his orgasm hit him hard, his legs shaking and his heart thrumming loudly. Pleasure spread through his body, leaving him panting, his forehead resting against his arms on the counter as he tried to recover. He had Kaz’s face pressed into the space between his neck and shoulder, the scrape of Kaz’s beard as he gasped for breath reminding Miles that this was real.
Lips pressed a soft kiss to the raging pulse in his neck, and then a hand on his jaw turned his head, and those lips were on his.
He drank it in. Kaz’s kiss. Everything he convinced himself that Kaz was saying with that kiss. He wanted to stay in that fantasy. He wanted to stay right here with Kaz. Without the uncertainties and lies between them, but reality reared its head as it always inevitably did.
Footsteps and low voices from the living room had him freezing up.
Kaz pulled back and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glare the man aimed at the door before he stepped back and pulled his pants up.
He was still trying to catch his breath and gather his thoughts when he felt a wet cloth slipping between his cheeks. His legs shook as Kaz cleaned him up, and he held onto the counter like it was a lifeline. He’d never felt so unsteady in his whole life, and he wasn’t sure if it was only physically.
Before he could move, Kaz was reaching around him to redo his pants, and then he turned him around.
Coming face-to-face with Kaz after the man had rearranged his insides so thoroughly was a strange experience. Especially because the guilt and shame were starting to slither in.
Kaz’s hands cupped Miles’s face, his gaze on Miles’s lips before slowly rising to meet his eyes.
“I’m not done with you. I’m not done at all.”
When had he heard those words before? Oh. Right. Only weeks before finding out about Kaz and Jane.
“I’m not gonna be your side piece or cheat with you.”
Again,a traitorous little voice reminded him.
Kaz arched a brow at him, his lips curving into a devious smile before he said, “You were never my side piece.”
Kaz grabbed him by the hand and tugged him through the kitchen and out the door before he could even try to comprehend his words. He opened his mouth to ask Kaz what the hell he meant, but footsteps followed by loud curses had Kaz coming to a sharp halt, his hold on Miles’s hand remaining despite the tension flowing through the man.
Killian appeared through the patio door and headed straight for them, his gaze dropping to their hands for a second. His face was set in a grim expression, but his lips quirked ever so slightly. Miles knew he should probably pull his hand free, and that was likely the reason why he tightened his hold on Kaz’s hand.
“We need you,” was all Killian said before walking past them into the room to their right. The one they’d set up to work as a meeting room for Church. It had several different tables pushed together, chairs all around, one for each member.
Kaz squeezed Miles’s hand, and he reluctantly let go.
“I’m sorry,” Kaz said, hands coming up to cup Miles’s face, and before he could respond, Kaz’s lips were on his. He swayed on his feet as Kaz kissed him sweetly, such a stark contrast from what they’d just done. It was almost worse than the hard fuck, because he loved every second of it.
Kaz pulled back, and Miles was of a mind to protest.
