Savor Me(14)

"Shit." I try to reach up and scrub my sleepy face, but Mason has my trembling body pinned to his own. "Shit, I'm so sorry. I..." I fade off as my voice begins to tremble right along with my body.

"Is she okay?" Hunter asks, sitting up while Mason smooths the hair away from my face.

"I'm fine. Sorry. It was just a nightmare. I dreamed I was being trampled by one of your crazy horses." It's an obvious joke, but it seems to appease Hunter enough to go back to sleep. He relaxes, instantly falling back to sleep.

Dropping his voice to a soft rumble, Mason begins his investigation. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit," he snaps back.

"Can we just go back to sleep?" I plead for him to drop it.

"Yeah, whatever," he says, annoyed that I won't elaborate.

I can tell by the look in his eye that he is nowhere near ready to let this go. I’m sure I scared him. I mean, who wants to be woken up by a shrieking woman? But he makes no attempts to roll me back in the middle. Instead he curls around me, wrapping me in a Mason cocoon.

"You know it's not good to keep stuff like that in," he whispers against my neck.

"I'm not keeping anything in. Besides, you already know the answer. You might be the only one who knows what that dream was about." My connection with Mason surprises the shit out of me. I know I told him my biggest fear earlier, but I really didn't need to remind him of it. Yet the words still tumble out of my mouth.

"So who left you alone, Lace?"

"No one important," I answer honestly.

"No fiancé left you at the altar or high school boyfriend who took off and never came back? Something had to have made you this way.”

"Nope. But oh, wise horse trainer Mason, do you also have a degree in psychology that you aren't telling me about?" I can't keep the sarcasm out of my voice. If there is one thing I hate, it’s when guys try to figure me out. Sure, I opened the door with Mason by telling him something about myself that he has no business knowing. "I had one f*cking nightmare. I don't need some deep, traumatic event in my life to be scared of something.”

"Oh yeah? Then just tell me why you called out my name?

"When, during sex? Um...because your huge dick was ripping me in half." This conversation is quickly escalating into an argument—at least on my end. Mason remains calm and cool, seemingly unfazed by my attitude.

"Oh, I know exactly why you were calling my name when I was making you come all over my dick, but why did you wake up from a nightmare calling my name?”

"Yeah, okay, I'm leaving." I stand up, ready to bolt. The morning is quickly approaching, and that’s my cue to go.

"Okay, I see how it is, Lacey. You are terrified of being left alone, but you have absolutely zero problems being the one doing the leaving," he bites out.

"Exactly," I snap back. I search the room for my clothes, never making eye contact with Mason again. I have no idea how that conversation deteriorated so quickly, but it’s probably better this way. For the first time in my life, Mason made me want to stay.

"Wake up. I need a ride home" I kick Hunter on the leg.

"What? Why? Have Mason take you," Hunter whines, half asleep.

"Nope, not happening," I say as I hear Mason pulling on his jeans. "I want your dick in my mouth on the drive back to my place." I know Mason is still standing behind me, and I can feel the anger rolling off his body. If I had to guess, he is probably more pissed off by my sudden departure—and even more so that he is missing out on a fabulous blowjob on the way—than our little spat.

"Now that is the right way to wake a man up!" Hunter sits up and begins getting dressed.

"Bye, Mase." I wave over my shoulder and painfully force myself out of the room. Hunter follows, but Mason stays still and silent.

The ride home with Hunter is quiet. I blow him, as promised. It was less than spectacular and I didn't even invite him inside to repay me. I just wanted to get away. No, I needed to get away. In only one day, Mason has f*cked up my safe little world and he doesn't even know it. I'm not addicted to him or any of that other bullshit women spew. But I'm intrigued by him, and that is more than I can say about any other person I have ever met—including Hunter.





THE NEXT MORNING, I'M rushing around the extremely busy bakery. I lean over to box up a birthday cake when I hear a familiar voice behind me, "See, I knew calling you sugar was appropriate. It just felt right." I roll my eyes but turn around to see Hunter and Mason standing in line.

My eyes immediately lock with Mason, and not in the usual, sexual-tension-filled way. This glare is a straight-up accusation. I can't believe he told Hunter where I work. The smallest of smiles creeps across Mason's lips in response. Ah, payback for last night. Well, that makes more sense.

"Wow, it’s fancy seeing you two here," I snark, going right back to work.

"I said I was in the mood for a fritter, and Mason knew just the place." Hunter winks over at me.

"You're dead to me." I shoot daggers at Mason.

"Sure," he nods.

"So you own this place?" Hunter bounces on his toes.

"Uh, huh." I keep packing confections into boxes.