Savor Me(7)

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 f*cking 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 f*cks 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 f*cking?"

"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 f*cking 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.





"SO TELL ME WHAT you do for fun?" the hot frat boy slurs while adjusting his pants. I've been chatting up Mr. Preppy for the last forty-five minutes. While the conversation isn't exactly stimulating, the hard-on he has hiding in his pants is just big enough to keep me interested.

I decided to go out and hit one of the college bars tonight. I didn't exactly feel like running into Hunter again, so I figured I'd be safe here. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a frat boy home. They usually always turn out to be clingers. Even if they don't want a relationship, they usually freak out when they see you hooking up with someone else two nights later. Then it becomes a conquest, and the ‘showing up everywhere you go’ begins.

"I like going out and finding sexy men like yourself to fill my time."

His eyebrows pop in shock at my candid answer. "Well you happen to be in luck." He winks over at me before giving my leg a firm squeeze. His touch doesn't affect me though. I'm probably still tired from last night.

"I need a drink." I turn away from him and back to the bar.

"Order anything you want. My tab's open." His hand moves down my back, stopping just above my ass.

I wait, trying to wave down a bartender. I'm more than willing to take full advantage of this guy’s tab. The bartender places a rum and Coke in front of me.

"Well that was quick." I smile up at the female bartender.

She gives me a brief smile back before pointing across the bar. "From the gentlemen in the baseball cap."

I look up to see the icy blues of Mason Wynn staring right back at me. He offers me a small smile and a shrug before tipping his beer in my direction.

I immediately rise to my feet and head in his direction. I mean, I do need to thank him for buying me a drink. It would be rude not to.

"Where you going, sexy?” Frat boy tries to grab my waist, but I don't stop moving toward my trophy. "Lacey?" He stands to follow me.

"Well hello again." I squeeze between the barstools and basically rest my boob on Mason's arm.

"Hey," he says, never looking away from his beer.

"I expected to see a lot of people here tonight, but never you."

"Funny. I could say the same thing." He swings his gaze to mine.

The moment our eyes lock, I know I'm f*cked. Literally. The heat in his eyes catches me off guard. I expected to have to work for this after the way he dismissed me this morning. But Mason is, without a doubt, a sure thing. And damn if that doesn't make my nipples hard. My eyes immediately flash to his mouth, and I can't help but stare.