“Oh, I’m sure.” He slipped his fingers into the belt loops on Miles’s jeans and tugged him closer. “I’ll be taking you on plenty of rides.”
Miles wrapped his arms around Kaz’s neck, a wry smileon his lips as he leaned against him. He tilted his head to the side, a slight purr to his voice as he said, “Will you?”
Kaz ran his hands up under the jacket, finding the small of Miles’s back and digging his fingers into Miles’s heated skin and soaking up the man’s gasp.
“Any kind of ride you want, Baby,” he promised, his voice husky with the insatiable need he felt for Miles.
Miles smiled and fuck if it didn’t make his heart speed up. That smile lit up Miles’s whole face, and somehow it made him that much hotter in Kaz’s opinion.
The sound of voices drawing near had them moving away from each other, Kaz dropping back onto the couch while Miles took off toward the clubhouse, likely to go grab his bag.
Miles stopped by the patio doors and looked over his shoulder at Kaz. His lips quirked up at one corner, a promise in those amber eyes he couldn’t wait to cash in on.
He was a fool. A fool for Miles Holland, and he couldn’t find a single shit to give about it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Miles
HE WAS contemplating whether anyone would notice if he took a nap. The professor wouldn’t. He was droning on and on, and none of that information was making its way into his brain. They were halfway through the business management class, and he was already drained from a long day.
His phone buzzed on the table in front of him, and he reached for it. He opened the text and swallowed back a startled gasp. He bit the top of his hand to stifle the sounds he would’ve no doubt made if he’d been alone, or even better, with Kaz.
“Are you sexting in class?”
Ezra leaned in to look at Miles’s phone, catching a glimpse of the picture Kaz had sent him of his very hard cock.
“Nice dick,” Ezra said with an approving nod, then started reading the accompanying text message, “I want to get on my knees for?”
Miles shushed him.
“Don’t even,” he whispered, gaze shooting toward the professor.
“Who’s it belong to? Have I met him?”
He was saved from answering when the professor ended the class early, and everybody got up to leave. He hurried to shove his laptop into his bag and took off down the steps.
Ezra wasn’t swayed so easily.
“Don’t tell me he’s a professor or something? You’re not exactly the scandalous type,” Ezra said, Miles cringing when they got some curious looks as they walked down the hallway.
“He’s not,” he hissed, glaring at Ezra.
Ezra shrugged, his smile wide and oh so fucking annoying.
They stepped out of the main entrance and headed across campus. He glanced at Ezra, groaning when he found that smile still plastered on his face.
“You haven’t met him.”
It wasn’t a lie, though it wasn’t exactly a confession, either.
“You think that’s gonna stop me from finding out?” Ezra asked, his smile turning downright wicked.
Ezra was a genius when it came to computers. He could probably hack into his phone and track down Kaz just by his number.
He sighed. “His name’s Kaz.”
“Kaz?” Ezra chuckled. “What are the odds of you meeting another guy with that name?”
