Savor Me(9)

"Damn, Lacey, I'm a little offended. Is this not interesting enough for you?" He pushes his hips into my hand.

"I never said that, but you should know. Two guys is kind of my thing."

"So Hunter mentioned—seven thousand times today. You made quite an impression on him last night. I have to admit, it’s made me more than a little curious."

"Don't worry. You won't have to be curious much longer." I nip at his ear.

"I'm banking on that, Lace," he says mischievously.

I've been called Lace my whole life. It's the logical way to shorten my name. But the way Mason says it hits me in a way that makes me feel like I'm hearing it for the very first time.

We stop at the red light, and just before we turn down the dirt road toward the barn, I climb into his lap. I'm dying to taste his mouth. My ass rests on the steering wheel, but my core settles right on his zipper. I lean in, trying to catch his lips, but he avoids my mouth and dives into my cleavage instead. One hand reaches around and squeezes my ass, firmly shifting me to grind into his lap. His other hand helps him maneuver a nipple out of my shirt and into his mouth. He wastes no time devouring my breast.

I continue to move over his dick, and given a minute longer, I could have finished round one for the night. But just as quickly as it started, the light turns green, and Mason picks me up and places me on the seat next to him. He doesn't say a word and makes no attempt to touch me again. Not even to finish me off with a hand under my skirt. Asshole.





WE ARRIVE AT THE barn and I assume we are going to Mason's place. Instead, he leads me directly to Hunter’s door. I fidget for a minute, trying to figure out how I want this to go down. I would really have preferred some alone time with Mason before introducing Hunter back into the equation. Maybe get to know his sexual abilities before pairing him with Hunter. Figure out his strong points and weak points and then combine them with Hunter’s to create the perfect threesome. I guess we will just have to figure it out as we go though, because no sooner than Mason knocks does Hunter snatch open the door with a sexy-as-f*ck grin on his face.

"Sugar, you came back!"

"Well, I came back for Mason. You just happen to be the spare." I give him a patronizing smile.

"Oh, don't be like that, Lacey. I'm sorry about this morning." He pulls me in close. "I had such high hopes when I saw the way you were looking at him."

"Well he's gorgeous. And currently a hell of a lot nicer to me than you are." I push away from his chest.

"Say you forgive me and I'll spend hours making up for it." He bats his eyelashes at me.

"Oh, lord. You are ridiculous. Does that 'poor, innocent me' thing actually work for you?" I ask as I move past him and into his apartment.

"Sometimes."

"Well, those woman are idiots, but I'm not willing to pass up a night with you two over it. So you can make it up to me by getting me a drink." I barely register the tilt of his lips before he slams them into mine, darting his tongue into my mouth. I don't fight it, even though I should if I want to punish him. What can I say though? Hunter’s mouth is amazing.

I'm lightheaded and lost before I even hear Mason clear his throat behind us. Hunter's hands are traveling down my body and sliding over my exposed skin, rendering me immobile. My arms slide around his neck as I completely forget about Mason for a minute.

"You starting now, or is this a warm-up?" I hear his gruff voice behind me.

Still unwilling to tear my mouth away from Hunter, I reach back and grab Mason’s hand, pulling him against my back. Never releasing his wrist, I pull his hand between me and Hunter to cup my breast.

"Nah, thanks... I'm good," he answers, snatching his hand away and taking a step back.

"Ignore him," Hunter mumbles against my lips. "Just give him a few minutes. He’ll come around." I try to pull away to give him a questioning look but he holds me tight. "Pretend it's just you and me for a few minutes. He’ll join in when he's ready."

I'm fully aware that Mason is standing only a foot away, but Hunter openly talks about him like he isn't even in the room. Mason never once interjects though. He slowly moves away and leans against the wall. The Mason who picked me up at the club was strong and confident. This new guy is quiet and reserved but no less beautiful.

I turn Hunter around, careful not to break the kiss, so I have Mason in my direct line of sight. My mouth might be attached to Hunter, but my eyes are locked on Mason. He stands quietly with his arms dangling at this side. I can see the storm brewing in his eyes, and I recognize it because it's the same one I feel almost daily. It’s some sort of internal battle that is troubling him. I’ll never know what, because if I ever got up the nerve to ask, I’d have to expose myself as well.

I’m standing in the middle of Hunter’s living room while his hands are gliding over my body, yet I’m focused on the surprisingly shy man standing in the corner. He said that he liked to watch, but the emotion that is displayed on his face right now is not at all one of enjoyment. Insecurity emanates from his body. Usually, the voyeur thing doesn't work for me, but as I see his blue eyes slide down my body, I realize nothing has ever worked more. Mason Wynn works for me.

Hunter moves his mouth down my neck and a few moans escape my throat, but short of blinking, I never tear my eyes away from the real object of my desire. I wait for him to be ready. Just as Hunter pushes a hand under my skirt, Mason comes unglued from the wall and quickly moves around to my back. One hand slides over my shoulder and down into my bra while the other slides under my skirt, teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass. It's so quick and unexpected that it causes me to shudder. Mason has gone from a wallflower to a commanding participant. He latches on to my exposed shoulder, gently stroking it with his tongue as I melt back into his arms. Hunter begins to kiss me again as Mason undresses me.