Page 4 of Rent Me While You Can

“I’m glad we got to meet and get to know each other.” He leans in towards me and whispers in my ear. “I actually have an ulterior motive.” He kisses my cheek, and I shiver at the excitement of what he could mean. I can’t lie; I want this man, but I don’t want him to know that he has already won me over.

“Really? Inquiring minds want to know. Please, do tell.” I flirt back and take another bite of salty goodness. This guy can cook, damn.

“Well, I had a good time last night, and to be honest, I like being around you. So, I think we should get to know each other a little better before the event this weekend.” His eyes are staring at my lips as if he wants to kiss me right here and now. I feel my cheeks warm up again, but this time, it’s from the heat of his stare. I look down at my plate and start eating my food, and he laughs a full belly laugh. “You know, to give the audience a show. One where they will believe that we are a couple rather than just a single date.”

“Why are you laughing at me?” Ugh, I hate being laughed at, and here he sits, still laughing. “Yeah, well, you saw yourself in, and you can see yourself out. Thanks again for breakfast. It was really good. Now, bye.” I stand to put my plate in the sink and to tell him I’m done with this conversation. The jerk is still laughing as he stands up, kisses me on the cheek, and walks that fine ass out of my kitchen, through the living room, and right out the front door.

What is it with this guy? Part of me wants to email a formal complaint to the Holidates service, but that probably won’t get anywhere since his mother owns the place. Yet, there is a part of me that’s enjoying his flirting and inserting himself right into my happy, albeit boring, life. I can’t deny the fact that he’s bringing a little light to my normal bleak days.

I have to laugh at him too as I step in the doorway and admire him from afar.

“You better stop messing with me!” I call out as he’s walking down the driveway.

“Oh please, you know you love it,” he retorts, shutting his car door and rolling down his window.

“Yeah, well, you don’t know me very well then.”

“Oh, beautiful, I do now,” he replies with a wink. I roll my eyes as he waves goodbye and drives away, leaving me to stand there alone with my thoughts getting the best of me about possibilities with this man that could never be.

Chapter 4

Cole

As soon as I pull up in my driveway, a text alert chimes through the car speakers.

Amber: Thank you for breakfast.

This makes me laugh out loud in the empty car. I like this girl.

Cole: You are more than welcome.

I have to admit, she’s got spunk. She’s ballsy enough to kick me out of her house and then turn around and text me to make sure to thank me. This is nice. But then, I’m reminded again that it’s not real. Amber is just a number. A job. I should simply be happy to take her to the event this weekend and then be done. The same as I’ve done many times before.

Amber: I’ll see you Saturday night.

So, now she's thinking about seeing me. I did feel a little bad at the way she got mad at me laughing. I tried not to, but she was so cute. That she’s looking forward to seeing me again, makes me feel a little better.

Cole: Can’t wait. See you soon.

This girl has me off my game, and I’m not even sure how to act. It’s not like me at all. I’m usually the smooth, calm flirt that swoops in, leads the girl around the dance floor to show them a good time in front of whoever it is that they are trying to impress for the moment they hired me to date them, and then I’m out of their life for good. I’m feeling a little anxious as I get out of the car and head into my house. My mind is spinning with all the things I want to say to her, but don’t know if I should. I don’t want this to be a one and done deal. I like her and want to see where this could possibly go.

I’ve watched a lot of my teammates start to settle down, and I have a longing to do the same.

But, for now, I need to get a workout in for the day. So, I head downstairs to my home gym and turn on some music that will hopefully fire me up and get me excited to pump some iron.

Two reps into my normal weightlifting routine, I pause and wipe the sweat off my face with my hand towel. It’s Goddamn hard to lift weights with a semi hard-on. No matter how much I try to block Amber out of my mind, she just keeps popping back in there. Then my dick pops up also.

Fuck it, I’m going to take care of this right now. I sit down on the workout bench and take a second to stare at the reflection in the mirror with my now pumped-up arm muscles and look down the mirror between my legs at my bulging manhood.

I shift my hips forward so I can see it stand tall in the mirror and lower my shorts, releasing the beast from its confines. It’s thick, with veins visibly trying to burst free, and the tip is a deep shade of purple. It looks like it’s furious with me for making it feel trapped and uncomfortable. I stroke it and groan with the relief that shoots through me at the slightest touch. God, I wish it was Amber’s hands on me.

I reach down and grab a handful of the soft skin and start to rub it up and down. The feeling is so good, I have to stop, or I’ll cum immediately all over myself. I pull my shorts up and imprison my cock once more. Then I lean back on the bench, resting my hands behind me to prop myself up, close my eyes, and take a few breaths in to try to calm down.

When my heart rate is partially under control, I lift my hips up and forward again, and reach under my waistband. My fingers are shaking as I grab my cock and pull it free. I groan as it bursts out of the restraint, and I stroke it slowly. It’s big befitting my six-foot four frame. I sit up on the bench and look at its girth in the mirror. It’s almost eight inches long, and the head is swollen and throbbing. I reach further and touch it again, caressing it. It’s been locked away for too long.

I feel like I’m going to explode. Thoughts of that pretty blonde with deep blue eyes and those curves that I would love to slide my hands all over has me on the edge and stroking my cock harder.

I let out a sigh and close my eyes again to imagine Amber here with me, sitting across from me. I wish she was here watching me stroke my cock. If she were, I could see her smiling as she watched. I want to hear her moan as I fuck her. I want to hear her scream my name when I cum deep inside her. I want to feel her body wrapped around mine as we make love.

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