Savor Me

"Well, that I can help you with."

I roll back over to face him. He's been quiet all night, and now suddenly he is talking up a storm. I'd love to get to know this mysterious man. One minute he is claiming me at a bar, but the minute we hit the bedroom with Hunter and he closes off completely.

The room is pitch black except for a small ray of light sneaking through the corner of the blinds. The streak of light runs across the ridges of his stomach as if it were drawn there by a greater force. Boy, do I know that feeling. I don't know what it is about Mason—well, besides the obvious—but I couldn't take my eyes off him tonight. When I came, I couldn't drag my eyes away from his, and even though he refused to kiss my mouth, his eyes never moved away from mine. It was no insta-love. (Ha! Love!) But there was some sort of mysterious draw. I'm pretty sure the only reason we are talking about ourselves right now is because he felt it too.

"So you train the horses?"

"Yeah," he answers through a sleepy voice while slowly stroking my back with this thumb.

"Isn't that scary? Riding all the wild baby horses?"

He lets out a soft chuckle. "I don't break the foals, Lace. I wait until they’re yearlings."

"Yearlings are still babies!" I try to defend myself, but I can feel his chest shaking with silent laughter."Hey, Mason, do you know the recipe for German chocolate cake?" I ask as he continues to laugh.

"You trying to hire me to help at the bakery?" He pulls me a little closer into his side.

"No, I'm just proving a point. You can't do my job, so don't laugh when I ask silly questions about yours."

"Okay, okay." He surrenders to my attitude. "Anyway, no, my job isn't scary. I've been training horses since I was twelve. My dad owned a breeding farm in Kentucky."

"You're from Kentucky? How do you know Hunter then? Isn't he from here?"

"Damn, Lace, did you even talk to Hunter at all before jumping in bed with him?"

"Oh, you're one to talk! You didn't know me at all tonight, but you sure didn't seem to have a problem fucking me with your best friend," I snap.

"Wow, are you always this feisty?" he asks with an unlikely smirk.

"Usually."

"Good to know." He pauses, probably to make sure I'm not ready to claw at his manhood. "I've known Hunt since elementary school. Our dads were friends growing up. We shared an apartment in Louisville. His parents got a divorce a few years back, and his mom remarried Mr. Vance last year. He asked Hunter to move here and help with the business side of the new stable, so he brought me along as his trainer."

"How long have y'all been here?"

"About four months." He doesn't say anything else, but he continues to stroke my back.

I feel the need to fill the silence with something. "So riding horses doesn't scare you?"

"Nah. It's second nature to me. Nothing to be scared of when you know what you're doing."

"What the hell are y'all yammering on about?" Hunter rolls into my back, sandwiching me between the two guys.

"Jesus Christ, get the fuck off my arm, asshole," Mason snaps as Hunter snuggles against the arm that is wrapped around me.

"Then move your fucking arm. Lacey’s hair smells good." He buries his face in the back of my head.

"Yeah, okay. I should go." Mason sits up, ready to leave.

"What? No!" I shout. My heart begins to race, and Mason looks over at me partially confused, partially alarmed by my outburst. "I just mean, maybe I'm not done with you yet." I immediately move it back to a sexual place, knowing that I've exposed too much of myself.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, sugar." Hunter flashes me an unbelievably white smile. I swear it almost glows in the dark. He folds his arms behind his head and shakes his hips showing off his hardening cock.

"I thought you had to work, Lacey," Mason asks while rolling his eyes at Hunter. "I'll give you a ride home." He stands, but Hunter stops him.

"Hell no. You heard the lady. She isn't done. So sit your ass back down. You can sleep over here tonight." Hunter drags his teeth across my neck and Mason lets out a huff, but for some reason, he lies back down.

My pulse immediately slows, and my whole body relaxes when I'm convinced that he won't be leaving. This unnatural attachment to Mason is starting to bother me. I've known him for one day, yet I cling to his presence.

"Fine. Can we at least go to sleep for a little while? I'm exhausted," he says, showing his annoyance a little more openly.