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The last straw was the stun gun. Dex knew it was either flee or die. Ross’s increasingly hateful treatment over the last two years was getting even worse. Leaving his job as lead platform dancer at Over the Rainbow was hard, but he’d find work somewhere else—somewhere far away—somewhere with friendly people and a chance to do what he did best.
The job at Hill Country Hideaway seemed perfect. He would teach guests some of his moves. What could be easier? Then he meets Husker, and he’s in trouble again. How could he resist the gorgeous man? Husker was straight, that’s how. But maybe not.
Then Ross catches up with him, and his ideal world falls apart. Imprisoned again, he wonders how he could escape Ross's even tighter rein. Would he ever see Husker again?
Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Friends to Lovers
Word Count: 78967
Setting: Texas Hill Country
Languages Available: English
Husker missed most of Margie's words. A big hunk of a man sprawled in a recliner gazed up as Margie talked. Their eyes locked.
Margie elbowed Husker. “Are you listening?”
“Uh, yeah.” Heat crept up Husker’s neck as he rubbed the spot where Margie’s elbow jabbed his ribs, unable to break the eye-lock the man seemed to have on him. “Who is the guy?”
Margie motioned to Dex. “Husker, meet Dexter. Dexter is from San Antonio.”
The hunky guy lowered the footrest, stood, and approached. Holding a tablet in his left hand, he extended his right. “Call me Dex, Husker. Welcome.” Dex paused. “Interesting name.”
Husker fought to contain a gasp as Dex flashed a smile. Taller than Husker’s five-ten, his jeans hugged a slender waist and bulged around muscular thighs. His dark blue t-shirt sported a yellow equal sign across the chest. The stretched fabric from muscular pecs made the logo almost 3D. Tight sleeves accented his muscular biceps.
A dark, five o’clock shadow framed his chiseled jaw. As he took in the handsome, olive-skinned man, Husker wondered if his wry humor would help turn Dex’s smile into a bigger one. He reigned in his crazy thoughts as Dex’s firm grip enveloped his entire hand. “Yeah,” Husker stammered, unable to control his voice. Why the fuck did this guy steal his breath? “If you ever get bored, buy me a beer, and I’ll tell you about my name.”
“I bet the story is not as boring as you say.” Dex dropped the handshake. “After you settle in, I’ll show you around the place. I’m still learning my way, but together we’ll figure things out.”
Husker found himself speechless by Dex’s deep voice. He’d seen attractive men, mostly his fellow swim team members. But none of them were this hunky. The idea of figuring things out with this handsome hunk excited him.
