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“Of course I do,” Emmett said, his accent slight and a little nasal. “You think that would stop me?”
“On the contrary,” Kaz drawled, a smile pulling at his lips.
It was Emmett’s gaze catching on something over his shoulder that made him realize Travis had walked away. He turned to find Emma and Travis standing close, signing fast to each other. What little ASL he’d managed to pick up did nothingto translate what those two were saying. Their hands moved faster than he could pick up, and from their deep frowns and reddening cheeks, they were arguing.
Emma made a frustrated sound and then snapped, “Stop yelling at me!”
Travis froze, his eyes wide as he stared unblinkingly at her.
A burst of laughter from behind him had him looking over his shoulder to find Emmett and Miles bent over laughing. Emmett reached for Miles, his hand landing on his shoulder as they laughed. Kaz’s gaze zeroed in on that hand touching what didn’t belong to it. He clenched his jaw, nails digging into his palms.
He felt Miles’s gaze on him and turned his head. The man was biting his bottom lip, a knowing look in his eyes. He was holding back on wrenching that hand off Miles, and Miles fucking knew it. From that wicked look in Miles’s eyes, he enjoyed every second of it.
He was going to pay for that. He was going to pay all fucking night.
Miles’s lips parted, his pupils flaring.
A smile spread on his lips, and he didn’t give a shit that the other might see the way he looked at Miles. With unadulterated hunger. He wanted the man desperately, and he didn’t care who knew.
A deep groan brought his attention back to Emma and Travis, and he was surprised to find the latter smiling coyly while Emma blushed furiously. She dropped her head into her hands and muttered something he didn’t catch. Emmett walked up to them, wrapping an arm around Travis’s shoulders while he talked to Emma, signing with his other hand.
He felt the warm press of a body against his side, his pulse spiking the second his gaze clashed with heated amber eyes.
“You don’t like him touching me, do you?” Miles asked, keeping his voice low.
Kaz turned, cupping Miles’s face in his hands, his gaze dropping to that wicked mouth. Fuck, he wanted those lips on him.
“Sweetheart, I wanted to break his fucking hand. Just like I want to maim any fucker who’d dare put their hands on you.”
Miles’s lips parted, his breathing becoming labored as he stared at Kaz with need burning bright in his eyes.
“Kaz…”
There was a tremble in Miles’s voice, so full of yearning. He couldn’t hold back. He’d never been able to retain any modicum of control when it came to Miles.
He moved one hand to Miles’s hip, the other sliding into blond waves. Miles leaned toward him, and he slammed their mouths together, drawing a groan out of Miles when he licked the seams of his lips. Miles opened to him, and he plunged inside, dragging Miles’s body closer against his own.
It was only by way of hard-earned reflexes that he caught the shoe flying right at them. He turned his head to find Emmett and Travis watching them with wide eyes, and Emma with her arms crossed as she arched a brow at him. He didn’t have to look at the shoe in his hand or her lack of one to know it was hers.
“You’re here to help me move. Not to maul my brother in the hallway,” Emma said, giving him a stern look that said she meant business. He knew she’d stab him with a knife or two if he didn’t behave himself.
He bit back a slew of curses, reminding himself that Emma was a friend and he was indeed there to help her. Not that it made him want to maul Miles any less.
A low chuckle had him returning his gaze to the man in his arms.
Miles’s eyes were shining with mischief, and he felt himself disappear into that shimmering gold. He didn’t think he’d ever been more in love with Miles than at that moment. The man hadthoroughly taken hold of his heart, and he hoped Miles would never let go again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Kaz
HE STOOD with a shoulder against the door jamb, his ankles crossed, and his gaze locked on Miles in the bathroom. He had a towel slung around his hips, his wet hair leaving drops of water running down his sun-tanned chest. He wanted to follow those drops with his tongue, wanted to run it over those firm muscles.
“We’re definitely making the shower bigger,” Miles said as he ran a smaller towel over his hair.
“I like the sound of that.”
Miles dropped the towel and met Kaz’s gaze in the vanity mirror, something wicked flickering through his eyes as a sly smile found his lips. “I figured you would.”
