Savor Me (4 page)

"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 fucked. 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.

"Um, Lacey?" I hear from behind me. Mason and I both turn to see a very annoyed frat boy.

"Oh—" I start to give him some lame excuse, but Mason cuts me off.

"I've got this." He slides a hand around my waist, gripping my ass. He never stands up. Instead, he turns all the way around on his stool so he can face our little visitor. "Thanks for entertaining Lacey tonight, but I'll take it from here." He pulls me hard against his side and I swear my thong disintegrates. I spent ten minutes with this guy earlier and now he is claiming me as his own? Oh yeah, someone is looking for a blowjob, and I'm in the mood to drop to my knees and give him almost anything right now.

"What the fuck? You have a boyfriend?" Preppy asks, turning his attention to me.

"No, I'm not her boyfriend. I am, however, the man who is going to be fucking her tonight. So you best be on your way before this gets really messy." His words send a tingle down my spine. I could probably orgasm if he would just touch me. And as if he can read my mind, he moves his hand up under my skirt, gently teasing the curve of my ass.

"You are?" I intended to answer with attitude, but it only comes out a breathy request.

"I thought we discussed it this morning? I'm assuming you're not covered in Hunter’s come still." He gives me a quick wink.

"Fuck you, asshole," Preppy says to Mason.

"No thanks. I already have plans tonight. Lacey, tell him who you’re fucking tonight," Mason says, causing my eyes to go wide.

Attitude. I need to throw attitude at him for being such a cocky jerk-off, but the only words that come from my mouth are, "I'm fucking you?"

"Damn straight." Mason stands, pulling me with him. "Excuse me. I have a lady who is in need of some...attention," he says to a speechless Preppy.

"Where are we going?" I ask as Mason pulls me toward the door.

"Back to my place. I live above the barn. Is that okay with you?" He looks genuinely interested in my answer. He's probably wondering if heading back to the same place I was with a different man this morning is going to freak me out. Which only proves how little he knows about me.

"Are you going to yell at me if I use the wrong door?" I ask with a smirk.

"I won't yell as long as you promise to read the signs." He smiles back and it makes me stumble. Fuck, I was wrong. This guy is fifty times sexier than Hunter. His teeth are white but not perfectly straight. You can tell he didn’t have years of orthodontic work the way Hunter did. He's just naturally mouthwatering.

He leads me to his truck and I climb in the same way I did this morning, only this time things will be ending a little differently.

"So you decided we were fucking, huh?" I casually ask when he shuts his door.

"I decided we were fucking the moment I saw you this morning."

"So was this just a coincidental meeting tonight, or did you follow me here?"

"Jesus, Lacey, I have a life. I don't have time to follow you places. This was a coincidence, but trust me, it was happening one way or another," he answers, never taking his eyes off the road. I take the moment to slide across the bench seat, pressing myself hard against his side.

"Why were you at a college bar?” I ask, reaching over to cup his package. He's not hard yet, but I intend to make him that way very soon. Starting at his collarbone, I drag my tongue up to his ear and whisper, "You have a thing for college girls, Mason?"

"Fuck." He lets out a loud groan before clearing his throat to cover any excitement. "I'm the trainer for the university equestrian team. I was supposed to meet up with the team tonight." He growls as I begin to stroke his quickly hardening cock.

"Luckily you walked in when you did." I say, watching his hand travel up my leg and under my skirt.

"Oh, I'd been there for a while. I was just waiting for you to get that poor frat boy worked up before making my move."

"Mason Wynn, were you watching me with that poor guy, knowing all along I was going to be riding this tonight?" I squeeze his hard dick.

His head never turns, but his eyes slide over to me. "I like to watch, Lacey."

With those words, I officially become more turned on than I have ever felt in my life. I've had plenty of guys watch, but never any as mouthwatering as Mason, and I'm going to assume he would watch me with Hunter. Even. Fucking. Better.

"So you and Hunter weren't kidding this morning, were you? He really wanted you to join us, didn't he?"

"Yeah. He’s usually a little more respectful about it though."

"So we established this morning you two are not bisexual, so how does that work out for y'all?"

He shrugs before answering. "We share sometimes. No touching each other or anything,"

“So what’s the benefit for y’all? It’s not like either one of you have trouble getting women of your own.”

Mason shrugs again. “No, we don’t need any help. I like to watch sometimes, and Hunter, well… Hunter likes to be watched. We did it once in high school with a girl who wanted us both and it just worked. We don’t do it a lot, but Hunter couldn’t stop rambling about you this morning.”

"Is Hunter going to be joining us tonight?" I ask entirely too quickly. I can't even begin to hide my excitement at the possibilities of being with both of them. He may say no touching now, but they definitely won't be the first two guys I've ever convinced to give the other team a try.

"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-fuck 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.