Kenji hoped his inward cringe wasn’t outwardly displayed.
“Six-eight.”
“You’ve got a full twelve inches on me,” Kenji said, before blushing at the unintended double entendre.
Skylar chuckled, a small flash of white teeth somehow adding to his allure.
Even as he reddened, he wondered if things would align right with that kind of size difference. He’d been with some big guys, but Skylar was past big. Kenji glanced down at the floor and noticed how huge Skylar’s feet were.
Shit! Look at the size of his hands, too!
Everything’sbigger on him.
Kenji’s gaze dipped to the thick outline of Skylar’s package inside the leather pants. It was clear it wasn’t small, either.
Would I even be able to take a guy that big? No idea.
“Can you handle twelve extra inches?”
Kenji’s face burned at the question, especially when he wasn’t sure his answer. Honesty was the best policy, he figured. “Um… I don’t know but maybe I’ll find out one day.”
Skylar’s smile grew. Kenji wrestled—and lost—a poorly-fought battle with his own.
“Would you like to come home with me?” Skylar blurted.
Kenji eyed him a second before downing the rest of his beer. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded. “Yes.”
After leading Kenji to his truck and opening the passenger side like a proper gentleman, Qylar slipped behind the wheel. He started the engine to get the air conditioning going—something he’d rarely used in his years living in San Francisco—and then eyed Kenji. The streetlights outside washed them bothin their pale white illumination. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to look the man over again.
As soon as his gaze had landed on Kenji inside the bar, he’d been drawn, the stereotypical moth to a flame. The guy’s eyes were distinctive, somewhere between brown and hazel and they’d almost looked golden under the lights inside. One look and he’d been hooked. Up close, and he was even more entranced.
Kenji made his heart beat faster. It had been a long time since someone had done that.
Qylar had gone out simply seeking release, never expecting to find such interesting entertainment. After the conversation with Cryss, he still needed a day before he was ready to face Alex—or the pity the man would likely have in his eyes. Cryss wouldn’t have kept the truth from his beloved mate, Qylar was sure of it. He couldn’t keep his distance long, not with his little substitute family soon leaving him for Nefyria, but before he walked into that house, he was going to findsomethingto calm his raging mind and body.
A rough, hard fuck with a beautiful stranger had sounded like the perfect thing to do just that, but he got the impression Kenji would need a softer touch. While the human was doing his best to play along, there had been too many signs of apprehension for Qylar to count.
What the hell was he doing with this bundle of nerves in black leather?
Even knowing Kenji was likely the wrong man for his current state of mind, the excitement coursing through him was unlike anything he could remember feeling. It had been forever sinceQylar could remember feeling this eager to get a man home and under him.
Yet he didn’t stomp on the gas and rush, either.
Qylar wanted a moment to put them both at ease before taking off. It was easier there than at home. The bar had been packed and louder than he remembered it being. In the quieter space outside, he sat beside Qylar as he played with a crease in his leather pants like it was a fidget toy.
Kenji wasn’t one of his usual types. He typically found himself attracted to big, muscular himbo bears who had more confidence than sense, not the reverse image of it. It wasn’t totally outside his parameters for a cute, slim twink to catch his eye, though. Even so, there was something inherently different about Kenji.
He couldn’t put his finger on what thatsomething differentwas. Not yet.
The restless, anxious vibe? Qylar did tend to lean toward self-assured men, so that was a departure. He couldn’t believe that was tonight’s catnip, though.
The fish out of water? Qylar could tell the leather pants and harness were likely borrowed. They didn’t fit Kenji well at all. The guy wore black leather hi-tops—which wasn’t completely unheard of but most leather fans wore leather boots. He’d bet all the cash in his pocket that the guy had never stepped foot in a leather bar before tonight.
Maybe that’s it? A fresh face new to leather?
Someone completely unexpected and looking for new adventures.
Though, Qylar had long grown bored with the leather scene, hence the reason he hadn’t been there in months.
