Page 8 of Forgotten

“You came,” he said, which was kind of stupid and obvious.

Now that they were both standing, it was clear that Kyrone had a good few inches of height on Jared, which only made him look more petite in comparison. Then again, at six foot two, Kyrone was used to being taller than the majority of the guys he messed around with. He’d realised that some guys had a real problem with that, especially those men who were bulkier than he was.

“I did,” Jared replied, smiling.

“We’re sitting over there,” Kyrone said, pointing to Dylan and Hunter and the table they were sitting around. “If you want to join us?”

Jared’s smile faded a little.

“I work with them,” Kyrone said. “I’m not into them.” He stepped a little closer. “You, on the other hand…”

Jared’s smile morphed into a soft smirk. “That’s good to know.”

“Can I get you a drink?” Kyrone asked.

“A bottle of water would be great.”

Kyrone could understand the request for a bottle. It was easier to carry around and dance with than a glass. His general rule of thumb was that if he ended up leaving a glass unattended, he wouldn’t be picking it back up again.

“Are you sure you don’t want something stronger?”

“I don’t drink.”

Kyrone raised an eyebrow. “At all?” It was unusual to find someone else who was teetotal. Could this guy be any more perfect?

Jared shook his head. “Alcohol doesn’t agree with me.”

Once Kyrone had bought Jared a bottle of still water, they went to join the other two dancers. Kyrone did a quick round of introductions as he sat down.

“Kyrone tells me you’re Faye’s apprentice,” Dylan said, leaning closer to Jared.

Jared shot Kyrone a look. “That’s right.”

“When did you start? I was only in there a couple of months ago, having a new piercing.”

“I didn’t know you had a new piercing,” Kyrone interjected. “You didn’t say anything, and you certainly haven’t shown it off at the club.”

“None of you has earned the right to seethispiercing,” Dylan said in a teasing tone. “Besides, it’s still healing.”

Kyrone’s jaw slackened a little. “You got your dick pierced?”

“Yup.”

Everyone else at the table winced, almost in unison.

“Rather you than me,” Hunter said gruffly.

“I’ll give you a verdict when it’s all healed and I’ve been able to try it out in bed,” Dylan said.

Hunter held his hand up. “Or you can keep the details to yourself. I’m never letting anyone put a hole through my dick.”

“That’s not the only way to get the benefit of a cock piercing,” Dylan told him. “Apparently, it gives the guy being fucked a better orgasm. Want to try?”

Hunter rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You’re not my type, Dylan.”

“Shame.”

Kyrone nudged Jared in the shoulder. “Shall we leave these two love birds to it and go dance?” As much as it was fun to listen to Dylan wind Hunter up, Kyrone wanted Jared all to himself. “Your water will be safe with these two.”