Savor Me

“God, that sounds terrible.”


“It was. Look, I’m just telling you this so you understand him a little better. I’m hoping you’re going to be around a lot more, and he really can be a dick when he’s first getting to know someone. He doesn’t trust very easily.”

I nod, and Hunter changes the conversation. He begins explaining to me everything that’s happening in the ring. I pretend to be paying attention, but all I can think about is the storm in Mason’s eyes last night. Suddenly, it makes a lot more sense.





AFTER THE HORSE SHOW, our second night together went a lot like our first. We hung out, then had a lot of sex. Hunter made jokes and kissed me every chance he got. Mason watched, and when he did participate, he avoided my mouth completely. And more than anything else, I watched Mason. I did the one thing I hate that people do to me—I tried to figure him out. I desperately wanted to know more about him and how his past may have affected him. But unlike Hunter, Mason’s lips were sealed. Although, I never came right out and asked him.

The night ended much the same as the first, with Hunter sleeping sprawled out across the bed and me and Mason cuddling and talking.

The day after the show, the guys left to deliver the horse they managed to sell. They were gone for three days. Hunter called every night, but he never passed the phone to Mason. But then again, Mason never asked for it either. However, each night around midnight, I’d get a “Goodnight” text from him. It was always something brief and businesslike, but the idea of Mason sitting down to text me made me smile. I tried to send him something sexy back, but he never would respond.

The minute the guys got back, Hunter was knocking at my door. We made plans to go out and have a few drinks, and as sad as it made me, I spent the whole day staring at the clock.

“I need a drink, sugar.” Hunter shouts into my ear.

I’m drenched in sweat, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can only assume my makeup is running down my face. Hunter and I have been dancing for the last hour straight. He’s not just a pretty face. The man can move. His hard body has been grinding into me in the most erotic rhythm. The whole bar is staring as we all but fuck on the dance floor. However, the only I eyes I see are those of Mason carefully watching from the bar.

“Yeah, I could use a beer, too.”

Hunter grabs my hand and makes his way toward the bar. He holds me close, making sure no one bumps into me. When we reach the bar, he grips Mason on the shoulder.

“I’ve got to take a piss. Keep an eye on her.”

“What?” I shout. “I don’t need anyone to keep an eye on me!”

“Yeah, I got her,” Mason responds, completely ignoring me.

“Shut up! You are not keeping an eye on me.”

“Okay, fine. I’m not keeping an eye on you. Just don’t leave my side,” he says, going back to sipping his beer.

“You know what—” I begin, but Hunter stops me by dragging me against him.

“I just meant I want to be able to find you when I get back. I know you don’t need anyone to watch you.” He winks. He’s totally patronizing me, but he’s sexy doing it, so I let it slide.

“Whatever. Just go,” I say, annoyed.

He smiles down at me with his dark brown eyes dancing with humor. “I’ll be thinking about you.”

“Oh Jesus. Go pee, Casanova. Save your cheesy lines for someone who needs them.”

He laughs but walks toward the bathroom.

I turn my attention to Mason. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he responds, looking at me but not moving in my direction at all.

“You’ve been quiet tonight. Everything okay?”

“I’m always quiet, but yeah, I’m good. I’m just tired from the drive home.”

“I loved watching you ride the other day,” I say, taking a step towards him, only to have him back away.

“Lace, I’d rather not tell everyone here about our little arrangement. They’ve been watching you dry hump Hunter all night. Don’t add me to the mix.” The hurt must paint my face because he quickly changes his tone to that of my Midnight Mason. “Hey, they wouldn’t understand. Don’t read into it. Let’s head out, go back to my place tonight. Okay?”

“Your place?” A small smile creeps across my face.

“Yeah. Is that okay with you?”

“Is your bed big enough?”

“It’s a queen. I think we’ll fit.”

“But Hunter likes to stretch out when he sleeps.”

“I guess you’ll have to sleep on top of me then. Ya know, just so he’s comfortable.”

I laugh, and a gentle smile tilts his lips. This Mason is amazing, and the draw I feel to him is unrivaled. He may like to watch, but I think I like to watch him more.

“You want to dance?”

“No,” he quickly answers.

“Please.” I put on an exaggerated sad face.

“No,” he answers, but he finally gives me a grin.

“But—”