“At least you’re not ‘washing your hair’.”
Jared forced himself to chuckle.
“Maybe a club wasn’t the best place for you to go tonight,” Kyrone said.
“Probably not. But there was this guy I wanted to hook up with.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. He gave me a pretty good screwing a week ago, and I wanted a second round.” He smiled weakly. “My head seems to have other ideas.”
“This guy you wanted to meet… was he good looking?”
“Very.”
“And a good fuck?”
Jared nodded and murmured an affirmative.
“He sounds like a pretty great guy.”
Jared’s smile became a little wider. “Yes, he is.”
“Do you think he’s understanding?”
“I hope so. I hope he doesn’t think I’m giving him the brush-off, or I’m probably not going to get screwed by him again.”
Kyrone kissed the corner of Jared’s mouth. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“I don’t?”
“No.” He kissed Jared’s forehead. “My sister gets migraines, so I know how crappy they can be. Do you have your phone on you?”
Jared nodded and fumbled for his phone in his jacket pocket. He hadn’t had a chance to take it off before Kyrone had pounced on him. He unlocked it and handed it over, watching as Kyrone added himself to the address book and then sent a text to himself.
“Now you have my number, and I have yours. Which means arranging a hook-up will be easier than trying to cross paths in a nightclub once a week.” He slipped the phone back into Jared’s pocket.
“I should call a taxi.”
Kyrone stroked his temple. “Or you could stay here.”
Jared’s brow creased.
“Spend the night. I have a really comfy bed. If you’re feeling better in the morning, maybe we could pick up where we left off?”
“I might have known you were trying to get laid.”
“Is that a problem?”
“No.”
If Jared’s head hadn’t felt like an ice pick was being driven into it, he knew he’d have been feeling all kinds of warm and fuzzy about the gentle and understanding way Kyrone was treating him. From alpha male to caring guy. The man was all kinds of perfect, wrapped up in a gorgeous body. As the thought settled around him like a cosy blanket, the pain became too much, and he felt his legs go. Luckily, Kyrone had hold of him.
“Come and sit down.” Kyrone helped Jared to the sofa. “You’re not going home alone tonight.” He crouched in front of Jared. “My sister has migraine medication. Have you been prescribed anything?”
Jared nodded.
“Do you have any of it with you?”
