Savor Me (3 page)

I turn back to slide the door closed behind me when it lets out a ridiculously loud creak, scaring every animal in the room—including me.

A deep jagged voice growls, "Whoa! Easy girl," as the spooked horse struggles to break free. Thinking maybe I should just leave before I get trampled by an angry horse, I slide the barn door open again and try to make another escape. Once again, the door lets out a loud creak, sending the already scared horse into a complete panic. She manages to break her ties and bolts straight toward me.

I have to say that I have been in some crazy situations over the years. Avoiding guys the morning after isn't always the easiest thing to do, but I've
never
had a twelve-hundred-pound horse charging at me before. Fat, ugly, pissed-off girlfriend? Sure. Horse? Never.

Unable to get out the door, I quickly step to the side, pressing my back flat against the wall as the horse barrels past me. Just as she makes it out the door, I hear a loud, "What the fuck!" yelled from behind me. "Jose, get out here. Salty just took off. Grab a bucket of feed and see if you can catch her." He turns his attention to me. "Who the hell are you?"

"Jesus, I almost just died. Can you tone it down a bit?!" I snap at him.

"You didn't almost just die. That horse would have broken her own leg before running you over. She just got spooked because you opened that damn door. Didn't you see the sign?"

"What sign?"

"Okay, so you didn't see the sign. It's pretty hard to miss," he says, clearly annoyed.

"What sign?" I shout again.

"The one on the damn door. Who are you and what do you need? We aren't buying anything right now. The barn manager is Hunter Coy. Just call up here and talk to him next time instead of showing up and scaring the shit out of my pregnant mare." He stops long enough to drag his eyes down my body, finally noticing my low-cut shirt and the bra I never bothered to put back on hanging out of my back pocket. Well, I guess since he is checking me out, I can do the same.

This angry man is beautiful. He's not sexy in the same way Hunter is. His good looks are much more subtle. He has brown hair that is slightly overgrown. The ends are feathered out under his tattered baseball cap. His icy blue eyes divert attention from his slightly crooked nose, which has obviously been broken once or twice in his life. His grey Henley is pulled tight across his defined chest and washed-out jeans ride low on his hips.

I do the mandatory slide over his left hand to check for a wedding ring before flipping on the sex appeal.

"I'm Lacey, and I was just looking for a phone to call a cab."

His eyes rake back up my body until they meet my eyes. "How'd you get here if you don't have a car? This isn't exactly off the main road."

"I caught a ride back with Hunter last night." My words cause him to openly laugh, and his laugh causes me to instantly go wet. Shit, this guy is way more than beautiful. He's cranky as fuck, but when he smiles, it’s panty drenching.

"With Hunter, huh? You trying to escape before he wakes up?" He goes right back to his stoic exterior, but the glimmer in his eyes give him away. He's still laughing on the inside, and it’s still stunning.

"Exactly. Now do you have a phone I could use?"

"If he doesn't, I do." I look over to see Hunter standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the barn door. "Where you running off to, Lacey?"

"Oh, I um... I just needed to get home. That's all." I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling. I never was any good at lying under pressure.

"You didn't think to wake me up to take you home? I used four condoms on you last night, sugar. The least you could do is wake me up."

I'm not shy by anyone’s stretch of the imagination. But listening to Hunter so blatantly talk about our—figurative and literal—romp in the hay last night in front of Sexy Horse Guy makes my eyes go wide.

"What's wrong, Lacey? Already moving on?" He moves forward a few steps, looping one arm around waist while the other squeezes my breast. I should back away, but seriously, sex-on-legs Hunter ‘money bags’ Coy is squeezing my boob. Like I'm going to stop him. Let’s be realistic here. I may have wanted to run this morning, but he really was an amazing fuck last night. This whole little show now is even hotter.

"I see you met Mason. Mason Wynn, this is Lacey Hamilton," he says, pulling me hard against his body.

"We met. He was just yelling at me for scaring one of his horses," I tattle. Sure, I had every intention of letting this horse guy get me off once or twelve times a few minutes ago, but come on, this little testosterone show Hunter is giving right now is well worth passing it up.

"Mason, is this true?" He never looks away from me.

"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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck, eye fuck"—he nods between me and Mason—"I fuck."

"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 fuck someone because you offer me up on a silver platter. I'm not fucking him just because you want me to." I glare at him.

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

"Oh for fuck’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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking brick." I watch as his lips lift slightly at the corners, but his eyes never leave the road.

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 fucking 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 fucks 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 fucking?"

"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 fucking 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.