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Nothing to be disappointed about.
He was being silly. But Jarne still felt confused and unsettled. And he would have liked Ketho to have at least stayed the night. Even if they would never see each other again.
“Wait! That’s my jacket,” Jarne said.
“I’m borrowing it.” Ketho slipped the plain black jacket over his shoulders and turned from side to side, surveying it.
“You can’t just take my jacket!”
“Come, you must admit it looks fetching on me. You can have mine.” He gestured to his frayed coat with its bright-coloured patches.
Jarne’s eyes widened. He would not wear such an outlandish item of clothing.
“Come, just let me borrow this,” Ketho said. “I promise to bring it back to you in Ores, and I’ll make it up to you for letting me borrow it.” Ketho winked.
Part of him didn’t want to lend Ketho his jacket, especially considering what Ketho had done with his own. But if he let Ketho borrow it, it meant they would meet again.
“Fine,” Jarne said. “But it better not be damaged.”
“Of course not!” Ketho said. “In fact, next time you’ll see it, it will be in even better condition.” He opened the door and stepped out.
“What does that mean?” Jarne called after him.
But the door had already shut behind Ketho. Jarne collapsed back onto the bed.
It was only later that Jarne realised he had no plans to remain in Ores longer than he needed to collect his brother. Which meant he’d probably be gone by the time Ketho sought him out.
His chest sank.
He’d probably never see Ketho again. And that thought made him unexpectedly sad.
ChapterSeven
Ketho’s body buzzed with satisfaction as he headed down the stairs and into the inn’s main room. He hummed. He hadn’t come into the inn with the plan of bedding someone. But when he’d seen Jarne, posture stiff, staring at his soup with an air of disdain, Ketho couldn’t resist approaching the man.
Not that he’d planned to seduce him immediately. He’d just felt a curiosity to approach the tightly coiled, arrogant-looking man.
Ketho didn’t understand why someone glaring at him with so much obvious disdain had resulted in sparking Ketho’s interest. Perhaps because he’d wanted to see the man’s gaze shift from annoyance to desire. Perhaps because he liked the idea of a challenge.
Although, honestly, Jarne had not been much of one. Even though he’d clearly found Ketho irritating, he’d still agreed to go upstairs with Ketho. The man had needed a fuck like no one he’d ever met.
“You look pretty pleased with yourself, Ketho. Bit of a skip in your step.” The innkeeper, Elise, stood on the other side of the bar. She smiled a big, toothy grin. “Enjoyed your time with the man from Bordertown.”
“I did,” he said, resting his hands on the bar and returning her smile. “A most pleasant time.”
She handed him a mug of ale. “I’m surprised. He seemed too uptight to know what to do with his prick. Or anyone else’s.”
“Well, he wasn’t uptight in bed.” Jarne had opened beautifully to Ketho, desperate for touches, caresses, and kisses. As if the man was starved for affection and touch. And hadn’t that been a surprise?
Jarne’s responses and moans had been a beautiful song to Ketho’s ears. He’d be thinking of that song for months to come, especially when he pleasured himself. It just showed that you could never tell what sort of a fuck a person was from first appearances. “Just because someone is uptight out of bed doesn’t mean they’re uptight in it,” he said.
“True. True. Although, he seemed too severe to be attractive.” She scrunched her nose.
“He’s all right,” Ketho said, feeling a need to defend Jarne. The man wasn’t traditionally handsome, but Ketho found the man’s narrowed gaze, stern features, and glowering expression very appealing. Combine that with broad shoulders and a trim waist. And then watching Jarne come apart as his pleasure peaked…
And Jarne had such a lovely cock. Not too big, not too thick, just right to fuck Ketho.
“And you haven’t seen all of him.” Ketho lifted the mug to his lips.
