Savor Me(6)

"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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck, eye f*ck"—he nods between me and Mason—"I f*ck."

"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 f*ck someone because you offer me up on a silver platter. I'm not f*cking him just because you want me to." I glare at him.

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

"Oh for f*ck’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 f*cking 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—"

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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking brick." I watch as his lips lift slightly at the corners, but his eyes never leave the road.