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He wrapped a hand around Miles’s throat, turning his head so he could get to his mouth. Miles groaned, lips parting against Kaz’s. His tongue slipped inside, tangling with Miles’s in a hungry kiss, showing him who he belonged to.
“You’re mine,” he said, a growl deepening his voice.
Miles nodded, his pupils blown wide and his lips parted on gasping breaths.
He slid his hand down Miles’s chest to wrap his fingers around his cock, stroking him with desperate movements as he slammed into him hard and fast.
Miles dropped his head forward, his whole body shuddering as his ass clenched around Kaz’s cock. Hot come covered his hand as Miles cried out, his name on the man’s lips throwing him straight over the edge. His orgasm slammed into him, pleasure surging through him and leaving him gasping as hefilled Miles with his come, claiming him in a way he’d fantasized about for years.
“Kaz,” Miles whimpered, one hand reaching behind him to grasp Kaz’s hip, keeping him buried inside the man.
He sucked in a breath and, while he fought to calm his pounding heart, he wrapped an arm around Miles’s chest, pulling him upright. Miles whimpered, his head falling back against Kaz’s shoulder. He nuzzled into the crook of Miles’s neck, his words barely audible as he said, “Mine.”
Miles’s responding, “Yours,” had something warm spreading through his chest, a smile tugging at his lips.
He held Miles against him like that until his cock slipped out of the man. He moved back to let Miles lie down and roll onto his back, the dazed look in his beautiful eyes making his inner caveman puff his chest out.
Neither spoke as he dried them off in the nearest piece of clothing he could find, and then he dropped onto the bed next to Miles, gathering the man into his arms. He buried his nose in Miles’s hair, drawing in a breath and grinning because he couldn’t smell anything except sex and their combined smell.
Miles hummed contentedly and burrowed closer.
His heart was still beating fast, but there was a lightness to it he hadn’t experienced in years. He was sure he could guess exactly how many years. Miles was a balm to his wretched soul, even if he also made him lose all control. He didn’t want Miles any other way.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Miles
HE’D BEEN lying awake for a while. His heart was content to keep him nestled in Kaz’s arms, the man’s body pressed against every inch of him that he could reach, but he knew it had to end. Or, at least, they had to talk. He needed to know this wasn’t a fluke or a scheme. He needed to be certain he hadn’t just fucked up royally. Again.
He heard Kaz’s breathing change, and a smile spread on his face when lips feathered across his shoulder. The hand splayed against his stomach moved up his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, and a groan escaped him at the feel of Kaz’s hardening cock pressed against his ass.
As much as he wanted to rock back against Kaz, he didn’t. Pulling away was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but there was too much unsaid between them for him to allow this to go on. He was sure, if he let Kaz have his way, they wouldn’t be leaving this bed anytime soon.
“We should get dressed,” he said, and decided it was better not to give Kaz time to argue, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stood, pulling the covers with him, forgetting that there was only one until Kaz made a protesting sound. He wrapped it around his hips before turning around to face Kaz.
Kaz propped his head on his hand and lay on his side on the bed, watching Miles with curious confusion, not a scrap of clothing covering his droolworthy body.
“What’s wrong?”
Miles pressed his lips together, and though he tried, there was no looking away from Kaz’s gorgeous body. He was all man now, and while he’d always been hot as fuck, there was something about older Kaz that spoke to him. This Kaz knew what he wanted, and fuck if it didn’t turn him the fuck on. He wanted more of it. So much more. Which was why he took a step back.
“We need to talk, and all of that,” he gestured in Kaz’s general vicinity, “is not conducive to the conversation we need to have.”
Kaz’s lips quirked, and then he was smirking up at Miles while making no move to cover himself or get dressed. It was that same smirk from when they were younger, and it took him down memory lane in an instant. Kaz pushing his buttons every chance he got. Kaz watching him with that annoyingly knowing look in his eyes. Kaz telling him everything he wanted to hear.
He swallowed hard and turned around, hurrying to his small closet. He dressed quickly, acutely aware of the silence stretching between them. He tugged on a pair of jeans and then grabbed a shirt, jerking it over his head. He heard Kaz move, the bed creaking slightly, but he didn’t dare look over his shoulder.
His breath stuttered when hands grasped his hips, a warm body pressing against his back while lips brushed the side of his neck.
“Kaz,” he protested, his voice as weak as his heart.
“What do you wanna talk about?”
He turned in Kaz’s arms and ran his gaze over him. He’d put on his pants but had foregone his shirt, that muscular, tattooed chest on display. He’d loved the tattoos Kaz had when they were nineteen, but the ones he’d added since completed the look. It was like looking at a map of who Kaz was, of what he’d been through. Little pieces of his soul and heart that he kept locked up, even if they were there on his body in black ink.
A finger crooked under his chin, lifting his head and making his gaze collide with Kaz’s. There was amusement in Kaz’s expression, and he bit his lip when he realized he’d been staring.
Kaz’s brows rose. “You wanted to talk?”
