Free Boyfriend for Rent by Jamie Lake Page B

to touch. Hunter groaned, feeling his shaft swell under his fingers. He didn’t try to stop himself, instead letting his mind keep going, bringing forward the fantasies that had been creeping up on him for weeks.
    Those pouty lips wrapped around his cock.
    Legs over his shoulders.
    That voice pleading for more, begging for harder and faster.
    “Casey.” The name fell from his lips even as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release, his stomach twisting as he wondered what this meant.
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 25
     
    W hen all was said and done, Casey felt badly about snapping at Hunter like he had. He’d never lost his temper like that and felt like shit over it. He knew why he’d done it. No one could put up with that amount of sexual frustration and not feel like they were ready to pop. He’d refrained from jerking off the whole time he’d been at the farmhouse, not wanting to risk Hunter catching him and freaking out. Straight guys tended to think that gay guys were always getting off thinking about them. In this case, that would’ve been accurate. Last night, however, Casey hadn’t been able to contain himself any longer. He’d taken an extra long shower, biting his lip to keep in the moans as he imagined Hunter running his hands all over Casey’s body. While the climax had felt amazing, it had just added to Casey’s guilt. He’d never fantasized about a straight friend before, and to do it to Hunter seemed worse somehow. Because he couldn’t confess that part of it, Casey decided to make it up to Hunter by cooking his favorite Mexican-style omelets.
    Casey couldn’t help but smile as he approached Hunter with the biggest smile on his face and a steaming cup of strong, black coffee.
    “Good morning,” Hunter said pulling out the solid oak chair for Casey, then himself. He didn’t meet Casey’s eyes.
    “About last night,” Casey said. Hunter’s eyes darted towards him and then back down to the table. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I was just tired.” Not exactly the right word, but it would have to do.
    “Well, I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention to the movie,” Hunter said. “I was tired too.”
    “Alright then,” Casey said, as he went to the stove. “Hungry?”
    “Sure,” Hunter said, leaning back against the wood. “So, what’s up?”
    “I was thinking we should work on getting the tile taken care of in the upstairs bathroom. It’s supposed to rain most of the day, so it’d be a good day for something indoors,” Casey said, dishing out the tortillas.
    “I had another idea,” Hunter suggested.
    “What’s that?” Casey asked.
    Hunter seemed nervous, picking at the folded egg.
    “Too salty?” Casey asked.
    “No, it’s good. I was just wonderin’ ... you know?”
    “What?” Casey asked. He sat down and laid a napkin onto his lap. What was going on with Hunter? He seemed so awkward and nervous, so unlike his usual confident self.
    “If you wanna hang ... sometime.”
    “Hang?” Casey repeated. "What?"
    “Yeah, tonight’s line dancin’ and ...”
    “Line dancing?” Casey echoed.
    “Yeah, it’s fun.”
    “Sure,” Casey said, only pausing for a moment. He tried to keep his tone casual. Buddies went line dancing together all the time, right? There was nothing remotely romantic about it, so there was no danger of a repeat of last night. Just a guys’ night out.
     
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 26
     
    T he country bar was a lot cleaner than Casey was expecting, aside from a dead armadillo or two. The loud speakers thumped with twang as the two of them sat down for a drink.
    “Ah, that’s my song,” Hunter said, tapping his boots to the beat. Casey turned around to see people on the dance floor. Evidently it was everyone else’s song too.
    “Come on, let’s dance,” Hunter nudged. “Ever Tush Push?”
    “What?” Casey gulped.
    “I’ll show you.” Hunter flashed that million-dollar smile as he