Savor Me

His eyes rake back up my body until they meet my eyes. "How'd you get here if you don't have a car? This isn't exactly off the main road."

"I caught a ride back with Hunter last night." My words cause him to openly laugh, and his laugh causes me to instantly go wet. Shit, this guy is way more than beautiful. He's cranky as fuck, but when he smiles, it’s panty drenching.

"With Hunter, huh? You trying to escape before he wakes up?" He goes right back to his stoic exterior, but the glimmer in his eyes give him away. He's still laughing on the inside, and it’s still stunning.

"Exactly. Now do you have a phone I could use?"

"If he doesn't, I do." I look over to see Hunter standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the barn door. "Where you running off to, Lacey?"

"Oh, I um... I just needed to get home. That's all." I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling. I never was any good at lying under pressure.

"You didn't think to wake me up to take you home? I used four condoms on you last night, sugar. The least you could do is wake me up."

I'm not shy by anyone’s stretch of the imagination. But listening to Hunter so blatantly talk about our—figurative and literal—romp in the hay last night in front of Sexy Horse Guy makes my eyes go wide.

"What's wrong, Lacey? Already moving on?" He moves forward a few steps, looping one arm around waist while the other squeezes my breast. I should back away, but seriously, sex-on-legs Hunter ‘money bags’ Coy is squeezing my boob. Like I'm going to stop him. Let’s be realistic here. I may have wanted to run this morning, but he really was an amazing fuck last night. This whole little show now is even hotter.

"I see you met Mason. Mason Wynn, this is Lacey Hamilton," he says, pulling me hard against his body.

"We met. He was just yelling at me for scaring one of his horses," I tattle. Sure, I had every intention of letting this horse guy get me off once or twelve times a few minutes ago, but come on, this little testosterone show Hunter is giving right now is well worth passing it up.

"Mason, is this true?" He never looks away from me.

"Hell yeah it is! She scared Salty half to death coming in the creaky-ass back door!" Mason shouts even though we are less than two feet away and locked in a very sexual stare down. Hunter still has his hand on my breast, gently kneading, but Mason doesn't seem to notice in the least.

"Lacey, why are drooling over Mason?" Hunter asks curtly. Busted!

"You must be confused. I definitely wasn't drooling over him. Maybe it was just leftover drool from last night.” I lick the corner of my mouth and reach forward to grab his belt.

"Oh, sugar, you were definitely drooling," Hunter grabs my hair, tugging my head back. His lips brush across mine, but my eyes can't help but drift over to Mason.

This is awkward, and I fully expect him to be staring at the ground—looking anywhere but at us. However, his eyes are glued to me. I can't even tell you if he notices Hunter is tongue fucking me, but it obviously doesn't bother him.

I decide to test the theory. I reach around and grip Hunter’s butt. He lets out a growl, and I moan when my hand palms his firm ass. Mason eyes flash to my hand but immediately return to my eyes. Hunter moves to my neck, allowing me space to give Mason my full attention. My eyes glide over his hard, sculpted body.

"Stop mentally fucking him," Hunter growls against my neck.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I say just as he bites me.

"Alright, if you are going to resort to lying, let’s take this to the office. Mason, care to join us?"

"What?" Mason and I yell at the same time.

"Eye fuck, eye fuck"—he nods between me and Mason—"I fuck."

"Damn, Hunter. I'm not exactly a lady, but could you at least pretend?" I shout, pushing him away.

"What happened to being greedy, Lacey?" he says with a smirk.

"Greedy is my decision. I'm not going to fuck someone because you offer me up on a silver platter. I'm not fucking him just because you want me to." I glare at him.

"Hunter, seriously? Not cool," Mason rumbles.

"Oh for fuck’s sake. You two suck. If it was midnight, you both would be all over a threesome. The only thing bothering y'all is that it's ten in the morning and no one has been drinking. Whatever." He turns and walks away like the fucking dick he obviously is.

I stand plastered against the wall as he walks out a completely different door than the one he entered. Apparently he must have read this imaginary sign.

"I'm sorry. He... Hell, I don't know," Mason says, pulling off his hat and running his hands through his hair.

"Exactly how well do you two know each other?"

"Pretty well."

"Obviously. What the hell was that about?" I ask as he once again looks down at my chest.

"Nothing. You need a ride home?"

"Um, yeah. If you have a phone I can just—"