Savor Me(12)

My eyes spring open when Mason slams into me. His eyes are intense and maybe even…possessive? His hands slide down my sides and grip my hips. He starts thrusting into me harder, leaving Hunter scrambling to keep up. Mason growls only loud enough for me to hear, but it leaves me aching to feel him come. A few more thrusts and he moans my name as his cock pulsates inside me.

He relaxes into the bed as the last of his orgasm leaves him. I want to fall on top of him and hold him, but Hunter f*cking my ass brings me back to reality. Watching Mason’s heavy-lidded eyes and feeling Hunter’s cock stretching my ass, I come again while rocking hard into Hunter. My moans spur him on and he slams into me, grabbing my hips as he stills, releasing everything he has into the condom inside me.

I finally fall onto Mason’s chest, the action pulling Hunter from my body. I want to kiss Mason so badly, but I know he will reject me, and my heart can’t take that in this moment. Instead, I rest my lips to his jaw. I feel him hum, sated, as he brushes his fingers along my ribs. It’s deeper than just a touch, and I am a selfish girl who will take what she can get.

Hunter flops down on the bed beside us and once again the moment is lost. At least this time I feel certain that Mason felt it too.





"I HAVE TO WORK in the morning," I whisper to Mason.

Hunter dozed off a while ago, but Mason is still awake, stoking my hair. I can't help myself. I stare at his lips that have never touched mine. I want to lick them, but I know he would turn his head. It thoroughly pisses me off that I can't taste him, but it makes him the forbidden fruit. I'm no better than Eve. I'll stick around until I get a bite.

"Where do you work?" Mason asks his first personal question since I met him.

I lean my arm back and stroke Hunter's side. "Sweet Surrender."

"The bakery?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow and looking down at me.

"Yeah."

"That place has the best carrot cake muffins. What exactly do you do there?"

"I own it."

"What!?” he shouts, sitting up, dragging me with him. The movement causes Hunter to stir, but he quickly falls back asleep.

"Shhh... Don't be so loud." I try to hush him, but judging by his wide eyes, I know it's a lost cause.

"You own the bakery?" he questions.

"Yeah. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Oh, I don't know, Lace. You don't exactly strike me as a businesswoman."

"Maybe you should stop judging a book by its cover," I snark back at him.

He gives his own smartass response. "Maybe you should stop speaking in cliché."

With his answer, I roll my eyes and roll away, turning toward Hunter. At least Hunter never judged me, and he even kissed me.

"Lace, come back. Don't do that." He curls up behind me instead of rolling me back in his direction. I rest my head on Hunter’s slowly rising chest, but I secretly pretend I'm still staring up into Mason’s eyes.

"I co-own the bakery with my friend Lydia. We opened it about six months ago."

"I'm sorry. I just figured you would do something edgier than own a bakery. Like run a tattoo parlor or piercing studio."

"Nah. I spent four years in culinary school. The idea of piercing some dirty guy’s dick doesn't appeal to me."

"It doesn't have to be dirty." He rolls his hips into my very tender ass.

"Mason, if you want a piercing, I can point you in the right direction, but you would be better off asking me for a bear claw or fritter."

"I like fritters," he whispers into my neck, nuzzling into my hair.

"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."