Savor Me(13)

"Okay, okay." He surrenders to my attitude. "Anyway, no, my job isn't scary. I've been training horses since I was twelve. My dad owned a breeding farm in Kentucky."

"You're from Kentucky? How do you know Hunter then? Isn't he from here?"

"Damn, Lace, did you even talk to Hunter at all before jumping in bed with him?"

"Oh, you're one to talk! You didn't know me at all tonight, but you sure didn't seem to have a problem f*cking me with your best friend," I snap.

"Wow, are you always this feisty?" he asks with an unlikely smirk.

"Usually."

"Good to know." He pauses, probably to make sure I'm not ready to claw at his manhood. "I've known Hunt since elementary school. Our dads were friends growing up. We shared an apartment in Louisville. His parents got a divorce a few years back, and his mom remarried Mr. Vance last year. He asked Hunter to move here and help with the business side of the new stable, so he brought me along as his trainer."

"How long have y'all been here?"

"About four months." He doesn't say anything else, but he continues to stroke my back.

I feel the need to fill the silence with something. "So riding horses doesn't scare you?"

"Nah. It's second nature to me. Nothing to be scared of when you know what you're doing."

"What the hell are y'all yammering on about?" Hunter rolls into my back, sandwiching me between the two guys.

"Jesus Christ, get the f*ck off my arm, *," Mason snaps as Hunter snuggles against the arm that is wrapped around me.

"Then move your f*cking arm. Lacey’s hair smells good." He buries his face in the back of my head.

"Yeah, okay. I should go." Mason sits up, ready to leave.

"What? No!" I shout. My heart begins to race, and Mason looks over at me partially confused, partially alarmed by my outburst. "I just mean, maybe I'm not done with you yet." I immediately move it back to a sexual place, knowing that I've exposed too much of myself.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, sugar." Hunter flashes me an unbelievably white smile. I swear it almost glows in the dark. He folds his arms behind his head and shakes his hips showing off his hardening cock.

"I thought you had to work, Lacey," Mason asks while rolling his eyes at Hunter. "I'll give you a ride home." He stands, but Hunter stops him.

"Hell no. You heard the lady. She isn't done. So sit your ass back down. You can sleep over here tonight." Hunter drags his teeth across my neck and Mason lets out a huff, but for some reason, he lies back down.

My pulse immediately slows, and my whole body relaxes when I'm convinced that he won't be leaving. This unnatural attachment to Mason is starting to bother me. I've known him for one day, yet I cling to his presence.

"Fine. Can we at least go to sleep for a little while? I'm exhausted," he says, showing his annoyance a little more openly.

"That’s what I was trying to do before you two woke me up. Oh, and for the record, Lacey, I'm scared shitless of those damn yearlings. I tried to break a horse with Mason once, but I ended up the broken one. Two cracked ribs from a hoof to the stomach." He stops talking when Mason barks out a laugh. "Shut up, jerk-off. You set me up and you know it."

"I did not set you up. You're just an idiot for walking behind an unbroken horse while I tried to saddle her. I know people who have been riding for ten minutes who know better than that." Mason continues to laugh but once again settles on his back, pulling me against his chest. Hunter rolls into me and cups my breast.

We lie like this for a while. I can't fall asleep, but I know Hunter racked out again. First his breathing evened out. Then, he eventually rolled away from me and stretched out across the bed. I stay curled against Mason, and his hand never stops sifting through my hair. It’s the most comfortable I’ve ever been. I'm not usually a snuggler, and it’s not like Mason is a warm and fuzzy teddy bear either.

Ever since Hunter entered the equation, Mason has been quiet and distant with me. He’s never kissed me, yet there is still something in his eyes that says more than his actions. It’s something deep but very distant.

I would think I was reading into things, but just as I begin to doze off, I hear him whisper against the top of my head, "What are you scared of, Lace?"

It's a personal question that I would usually avoid at all cost, but the answer escapes without hesitation. "Being left alone."

I should freak out that I accidentally shared something so personal with some random guy. This isn’t the way I usually act at all. Aside from the fact that there are two men in the bed with me, none of this is normal for me. I don't talk after sex unless it's to get ready for round two. I sure as hell don't let guys sift through my hair. So you can imagine my shock when Mason asked me this personal question and I actually answered it. However, I'm so comfortable and sated that I don't give it another thought before I drift off to sleep in his strong arms.



"MASON!" I SCREAM AT the top of my lungs. I bolt up straight, unable catch my breath. Even though I have known him just over twenty-four hours, I reach out, trying to find the one person who can save me from this nightmare.

"Fucking hell, Lace," he says with a sleepy voice as he drags me on over his body to the side farthest away from Hunter.