Savor Me

"Okay, I see how it is, Lacey. You are terrified of being left alone, but you have absolutely zero problems being the one doing the leaving," he bites out.

"Exactly," I snap back. I search the room for my clothes, never making eye contact with Mason again. I have no idea how that conversation deteriorated so quickly, but it’s probably better this way. For the first time in my life, Mason made me want to stay.

"Wake up. I need a ride home" I kick Hunter on the leg.

"What? Why? Have Mason take you," Hunter whines, half asleep.

"Nope, not happening," I say as I hear Mason pulling on his jeans. "I want your dick in my mouth on the drive back to my place." I know Mason is still standing behind me, and I can feel the anger rolling off his body. If I had to guess, he is probably more pissed off by my sudden departure—and even more so that he is missing out on a fabulous blowjob on the way—than our little spat.

"Now that is the right way to wake a man up!" Hunter sits up and begins getting dressed.

"Bye, Mase." I wave over my shoulder and painfully force myself out of the room. Hunter follows, but Mason stays still and silent.

The ride home with Hunter is quiet. I blow him, as promised. It was less than spectacular and I didn't even invite him inside to repay me. I just wanted to get away. No, I needed to get away. In only one day, Mason has fucked up my safe little world and he doesn't even know it. I'm not addicted to him or any of that other bullshit women spew. But I'm intrigued by him, and that is more than I can say about any other person I have ever met—including Hunter.





THE NEXT MORNING, I'M rushing around the extremely busy bakery. I lean over to box up a birthday cake when I hear a familiar voice behind me, "See, I knew calling you sugar was appropriate. It just felt right." I roll my eyes but turn around to see Hunter and Mason standing in line.

My eyes immediately lock with Mason, and not in the usual, sexual-tension-filled way. This glare is a straight-up accusation. I can't believe he told Hunter where I work. The smallest of smiles creeps across Mason's lips in response. Ah, payback for last night. Well, that makes more sense.

"Wow, it’s fancy seeing you two here," I snark, going right back to work.

"I said I was in the mood for a fritter, and Mason knew just the place." Hunter winks over at me.

"You're dead to me." I shoot daggers at Mason.

"Sure," he nods.

"So you own this place?" Hunter bounces on his toes.

"Uh, huh." I keep packing confections into boxes.

"So do you bake the stuff too or just boss people around?"

"Nah, you’re the only one I like to boss around." I finally smile a little when I think of all the ways I’m going to boss Hunter Coy around.

"I like that kinky smile you have going on right now. Whatever you are planning, I wholeheartedly agree."

I lower my voice to a whisper. "What if my plan was to watch you and Mase go at it tonight?"

"No!" Mason yells from beside him. I can't help but laugh as all my earlier annoyances disappear.

Hunter shrugs, indifferent to the idea. "You going out with us tonight?" he asks.

"Depends. Where are we going?"

"Horse show."

I bust out laughing. "As exciting as that sounds, I'm going to pass."

Mason continues to stand with his arms crossed, looking completely uninterested in this conversation, and it’s enough to piss me off all over again. He is such a broody asshole sometimes.

"Come on," Hunter begs. “Mason's showing a horse that we are trying to sell. As soon as it's done, we can go out, get some drinks, then go home and mix it up a little. Maybe switch off from last night. If you know what I mean." He winks over at me.

I heard everything sexual Hunter just said, but I am only focused on one thing, "You'll be riding one of your horses?" I ask Mason.

All I get is a stone-faced nod, but it's enough to set my blood on fire. I have no idea what it is about the thought of Mason riding a horse that turns me on so much, but I know I want to see it. I'd love to see him take command of one of those huge animals, bending it to his will.

"I'm in for the show, but last night is not happening again tonight. I'm sore. You either have to take turns or someone is getting benched for the night."

"I can take turns...or you can bench Mason. But I owe you a thank-you from this morning." Hunter gives a sexy smirk. I look over at Mason to see him sporting even more annoyance.

"You in or out?" I ask Mason, attitude seeping from my tone.

With sarcasm and bitterness rivaling my own, he answers, "Oh, I'm definitely in." Without another word spoken, Mason turns on his heels and walks out of my shop.

"Just ignore him. I think he's still cranky from missing out on that blowjob this morning."

"Can you please shut up? I work here. And while I don't give a shit what people think, I do care if they stop shopping here."

"Okay, okay. A kiss for the road?" He licks his lips as his eyes flash to mine. I want to do far more than kiss Hunter, but that will have to wait until tonight.