Boyfriend for Rent by Jamie Lake

pulled Casey onto the dance floor, “Line dancing.”
    “I’m not the most coordinated guy in the world,” Casey admitted.
    “You can do it.” Hunter winked and Casey thought his knees would surely give out.
    “Okay , but if I fall on my ass…” Casey warned.
    “Start with your right foot. Now tap it once, then bring it back, then to the front again, and tap, tap. Good, just like that,” Hunter said, demonstrating. Casey watched carefully, taking in Hunter’s every movement.
    “Like this?”
    “Good. Now, hop to the other side and with your left foot tap once, back, then back again tap, tap.” Hunter’s thick, muscular thighs flexed as he showed Casey how to do each step. He tried to focus on the dance and not get distracted.
    “So, tap once, back...” Casey said.
    “Yeah, and tap, tap. That’s great, Casey. You’re a natural,” Hunter smiled, dipping his tan cowboy hat. Casey smiled back.
    It didn’t take him long to learn the whole dance, especially with Hunter as teacher, swaying his hips. Casey couldn’t help but stare at his hot ass.  He had to wipe his mouth really quickly. His mind drifted to images of watching Hunter’s ass thrust him from behind while fucking him.
    The two of them tried it on their own for a bit , but then Casey was able to join the rest of the group. Though reluctant at first, he was having the time of his life. By the time the first round of songs were over, they were both hot and sweaty. Casey didn’t even care.
    They both caught their breath and met in the middle of the shining floor.
    “Having fun?” Hunter asked, his eyes lighting up the whole room.
    “Yeah, definitely,” Casey answered.
    Like magnets, their eyes latched onto one another so hard, they had to pull away. “How about we get another drink?” Hunter suggested.
    “Good idea,” Casey said.
     
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 27
     
    O ne drink turned into six.
    Six turned into a lot more than six.
    While Casey was pretty sure he’d matched Hunter drink-for-drink, the other man didn’t seem to be quite so tipsy. Okay, Casey admitted, as he nearly tripped up the stairs to the front porch, maybe tipsy wasn’t quite accurate. Hunter wrapped his arms around Casey, practically carrying him up the stairs. When he tried to dig in his pocket for the key to the front door, Casey felt himself tipping backwards. Hunter caught him again, laughing hard enough that Casey could feel the vibrations through his whole body.
    “You gotta unlock it then,” Hunter said.
    Casey was so drunk, it took him a while to get out his key. Putting it in the lock was going to be even trickier. Hunter had to lift Casey’s hand up, resting his warm, weathered hands on him, balancing Casey’s body against his hip.
    “Just stick it in the hole,” Hunter said, his raspy baritone voice making Casey 's skin tingle as he came up behind him and helped him to open the door.
    Casey could feel the warmth of Hunter’s body behind him , and the hot smell of sweat permeated the air. The hardness of Hunter’s bulge in his skin-tight denims pressed against the back of Casey.
    “Just push,” Hunter said, his breath on the back of Casey’s neck.
    Casey was about to explode in his pants, but he knew Hunter was just drunk. It didn’t mean anything.
    Casey pushed the door open and the two of them collapsed on the living room couch, laughing.
    “That was a good time. A really, really good time,” Casey laughed.
    Hunter caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down through his white t-shirt. “Yeah, that was awesome.”
    There was a silence between them for a second, just the sound of them breathing and the crickets singing outside.
    It was just the two of them. Alone.
    Casey may have been beyond buzzed, but he did notice Hunter on the other end of the couch, his hands resting on his legs, sliding to his groin area. His thumbs fiddled with the fly of his jeans.
    “It’s so hot,” Hunter said, frustrated with his