Savor Me

Not even glancing back in my direction, he heads for the side door. "Let's go."

Shit, I guess Mason is giving me a ride home. I follow him out to a beat-up pickup truck. It's not old, but it’s definitely well used. There's mud caked on the tires and dents covering the tailgate. It's nothing like Hunter’s truck, but that's not surprising. Nothing about rugged Mason is like Hunter at all.

"Where am I taking you?" he asks when I climb inside.

"Montgomery and Forty-Eighth. I really appreciate this."

"No big deal. Hunter can be an ass sometimes. I'm sure he’ll call you tomorrow." His words make me laugh. I try to cover it with a cough but fail in the process. "What's so funny?" he asks, looking over at me as he pulls out of the barn parking lot.

"Oh, nothing."

"Yeah, that definitely wasn't nothing." He rolls his eyes but says nothing more.

"I just mean you don't need to give me the 'Hunter is an awesome guy' speech. I'm sure he's great, but I won't be seeing him again." I shrug.

"Right," he answers shortly.

"I'm serious. I'm not looking for anything."

"Oh, I'm sure," he answers sarcastically, never looking over at me.

"No really. He was great last night. It's just not my thing...to, you know, be in a relationship."

"I'll be sure to pass on the message," he smirks, finally flashing me his shining blue eyes.

I can't help that I want to jump him. I know it makes me a slut. I did, after all, just spend the night fucking his... friend? Are they friends? What exactly is Hunter and Mason's deal? Hunter was all too quick to ask him to join us, and Mason didn't freak out at the invitation. I feel like the heat in the truck has been turned on. Oh shit, the idea of Mason and Hunter together is more than enough to send me into some sort of spontaneous orgasm.

"Are y'all bi?"

"By what?"

"No, I mean bisexual. Are you and Hunter bisexual?"

"Fuck no!" he shouts, glancing between me and the road. "What the hell?"

"Well you didn't exactly freak out when he asked you to join us. I just figured—"

"Lacey, I'm not fucking gay!"

"I never said you were. It just strikes me as odd that you just ignored his little threesome request. Most guys would have shit a fucking brick." I watch as his lips lift slightly at the corners, but his eyes never leave the road.

I can't take my eyes off him. He is rugged, but stunning. Of course I glance down at the bulge in his pants. He may not be hard but those fucking jeans leave nothing to the imagination. My chest is probably still covered in Hunter’s dried come, but I still imagine Mason hovering over me after he fucks my mouth. Damn it. I've got to get a grip. I'm still sore from spending the night under Hunter, yet I can't help but watch Mason quietly drive me home.

"So what's your deal?" he asks roughly.

"My deal? Really?" I roll my eyes.

"Are you and Hunt dating or just fucking?"

"We are definitely not dating! I just met him last night!" I scream, causing him to flash me a questioning glance. I didn't mean to scream, but the idea of anyone thinking I'm in a relationship is ludicrous.

"Wow. Most girls would be pissed about a completely different part of that question." He begins to laugh.

"The fucking part? Please. That’s easy."

He flashes me a quick grin. "And definitely more fun."

He just opened the flirty door and I plan to walk right through it. It's not like I ever plan to see Hunter again. Why not see what Mason has to offer?

"So what's your deal? You just a goodhearted cowboy who offers women a ride home?" I pull my leg up on the seat between us, giving Mason my full attention.

"I'm not a cowboy." He pulls into my apartment complex. I'm immediately saddened by the idea of leaving Mason. I haven't seen him naked yet, and if the muscles on his shoulders are any indication, I would really enjoy that.

"Want to come up?" I ask when he puts the car in park.

"Nah. If I know Hunter, you need a shower right about now." He knowingly winks.

"My shower is big enough for two, and you look pretty dirty yourself." His eyes glide down my chest, and I know he is mentally debating his actions. He's more than interested. So I decide to encourage him a little more. "Come on. I won't say anything to Hunter. I'm not interested him in that way. It was a one-night stand, nothing more. You saw how easily he dismissed me today."

"Lacey, while it looks like a great offer…" He nods toward my body. Reaching forward, he drags a finger between my boobs and stops on my collarbone. He gently taps a white flaky bit before pulling his hand away completely. "I'm going to have to pass. Maybe another day when you aren't covered in my best friend’s come." Fucking clit tease.

I shrug. "Oh well. Worth a try." Not willing to beg or waste another minute, I jump out of the truck and head inside. Sure, Mason is going to give me something to think about during my visit with my vibrator tonight, but you can't win—or in this case, screw—them all.