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He opened his mouth to tell him no, but all that came out was a moan as warm hands slid up under his shirt. Kaz pressed his chest against Miles’s back, and thinking got almost impossible.
The honk of a car horn was the only thing that made him pull away.
“Later,” he promised Kaz before taking his hand and tugging him toward the door.
They walked downstairs, and a few of the others followed them out the front door to the porch. From there, they could see the metallic blue Porsche and the four people standing in front of it. Solo and Jane had their backs to the clubhouse, speaking with Ezra, who gestured excitedly as he spoke, probably telling them about the car. Mika was watching them with curious eyes, her head tilted, and her lips pursed. He’d asked Ezra to give her a ride because he had something he wanted to share with her. Something exciting.
Jane turned, looking intent on marching away from the others, but Solo grabbed her by the shoulder, whirling her around. Jane got less than a syllable out before Solo slammed his mouth over hers.
Miles pressed his lips together as he watched Solo place a hand on Jane’s lower back to press her smaller body flush with his, lifting her off her feet. Jane was holding onto Solo’s shoulders, clearly losing herself in the heated kiss. Neither of them noticed when Mika and Ezra walked past them.
Miles eyed Kaz’s expression, but all he saw there was a calm?if not lightly confused?look.
“You okay?”
Kaz sucked in a breath of air as if he’d forgotten to breathe. He turned silver eyes on Miles, that teasing gleam making him bite his lip.
“I’m just glad they seem to be figuring their shit out.”
“They deserve to be happy,” Miles said, a huff of laughter escaping him when Mika crashed into him, wrapping him up in a tight hug.
“Can you believe Mr. Manwhore was flirting with both of them only for them to do that?” she asked gleefully as she pulled back, flashing him a wide grin.
Ezra leveled her with an annoyed glare and said, “It was them or you, and as we discovered during our lovely little drive here, you don’t react well to being complimented or flirted with.”
Mika snorted. “Or perhaps, asshat, I just don’t appreciate your version of ‘flirting.’”
“Excuse me for offering you nice things,” Ezra said, not sounding offended in the least at her rejection. He’d never been one to hold onto anything, especially people who didn’t want him. Except for his parents.
“Is that what you call mocking everything about me?”
“What did you expect from a playboy in a flashy car?” Talon asked, crossing his beefy arms as he threw a condescending look Ezra’s way.
“You forgot rich,” Ezra said, looking at his nails for a moment before meeting Talon’s gaze, that confident smirk of his making Talon’s eyes narrow in a dangerous glare.
Miles stepped between them to hug Ezra before he and Talon got into a pissing match. Mostly because he wasn’t sure who would win. Though the loser was probably the one to worry about.
Gravel crunching under boots pulled his attention away from those two. Jane was pulling Solo with her toward the front porch. Her hair was a mess, as if Solo had twisted it in his hands, and her face was flushed, but she was smiling. When she met Miles’s gaze, they shared a moment of pure joy. They were both exactly where they wanted to be: right next to the men they loved.
“How long?”
The words were spoken low, but there was so much anguish in them that Miles flinched. He turned his gaze on Wilder, whose blank expression gave nothing away. He was standing stock still, staring at Solo and Jane.
Solo swallowed, then cleared his throat. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Jane interjected with, “It’s none of your business.”
She stepped toward Wilder, her expression thunderous.
Solo caught her by the shoulders, tugging her back, almost behind him, and then he met Wilder’s gaze.
“On and off for thirteen years.”
Wilder flinched as if Solo hit him, and Miles supposed it might feel like it to Wilder. He looked stricken as he looked first at Jane, then at Solo, his words fucking heartbreaking as he spoke. “I thought we were family.”
Wilder turned and took off toward his bike, only pushing his helmet over his head before the bike rumbled to life and he drove down the driveway at breakneck speed.
Miles snapped his gaze onto Jane, surprised to find her with steel in her eyes and her shoulders back, her head held high. Solo, on the other hand, looked just as stricken as Wilder had.
“He’ll come around,” Kaz said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
