Savor Me

“Then don’t make me choose.” I walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Mason knows nothing about the struggle that is going on in my head. He doesn’t understand that I’m terrified of this ending, and not because I would have to choose—that would be the easy part. I’m scared because, when this ends, I have to admit to myself that I have finally found the only person who has ever truly owned me. And I have to trust that he won’t ever leave me.

“Lacey,” he says to catch my attention. I pull my head away from his chest and look up into his sparkling blue eyes. “You may not be mine, but I’ll forever be yours.” Without hesitation, he slams his mouth over mine, pulling me in for a hungry kiss.

His tongue slides into my mouth, and I struggle to keep up. The kiss is wild, and the passion behind it should scare the shit out of me. It’s more than lust. Hell, he just told me it’s more than that, but Mason’s mouth erases all logical thinking. I thread a hand into his soft hair as I climb up his body, desperately needing more. I wrap my legs around his waist as he continues a relentless rhythm in my mouth.

“I want to be with you, Mason. Fuck me,” I beg, regretfully pulling away. “I want to feel you moving inside me when we kiss.”

“Here?” he asks, still licking at my lips.

“Please.” I cover his mouth once again. God, he tastes so good. His tongue alone has me near orgasm.

“I can’t. I don’t have a condom. When we get home—”

“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Please just take me. I need to be with you, Mason.”

“Are you sure, Lace? I need you to be sure about this.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

With only a groan and without putting me down, he reaches between us and undoes his pants. Not even a second later, he drags my panties to the side and slams into me. I let out a cry until just as quickly his mouth crushes into mine.

Against the wall, in the back alley of a bar, I lose my virginity to Mason Wynn. It may not be the first time I have ever had sex, but it is the first time I have even been with a man I love, even if I’m too scared to admit it. No condom and nothing between us—well, nothing except his best friend and my absolute fear of commitment. But close enough.





“SO WHAT NOW?” MASON whispers against my lips as we both come down from the high that follows an amazing orgasm.

“I guess we have to go back inside.” I kiss his lips repeatedly. I can’t get enough. I’ve been starved for him for entirely too long.

“Do you want to talk to Hunter or do you want me to do it?” He returns my every kiss.

“Talk to him about what? You ready to go home already?” I smile against his lips, but he freezes.

“Um, I was thinking more along the lines of telling him that we are going to be together from here on out.”

“What?!” I scream and back out of his arms. “Where in that conversation did we decide that we were cutting Hunter out of this?”

“About the time you said you wanted to be with me, and I made love to you without a condom,” he bites out in a mixture of anger and confusion.

“Mason…I think you were reading into things. I…” I’m shocked as shit. I don’t think I led him on at all. I replay the conversation in my head but come up empty-handed. “I’m sorry if I led you on—”

“You’re kidding me, right? This is you being a brat, right? Lacey, my come is dripping down your fucking leg and you’re sorry you led me on?” Apparently the whole condom-less thing meant more to Mason than it did to me.

“Jesus, there you are.” Hunter strolls out the back door. “You know I was just kidding about the blowjob thing,” He glances down as Mason buttons his pants. “But obviously you took me very serious.” He walks over, giving me a quick kiss. I’ve always loved the way Hunter kisses, but after kissing Mason, his lips just feel wrong now.

“Awesome,” Mason huffs. “I’ve got to get out of here. She’s all yours.”

“I see the blowjob did nothing to improve your shitty attitude,” Hunter says, stepping forward.

“Fuck you. I don’t want any part of this clusterfuck anymore. You got her?”

“Mason, please. Let’s just talk tonight,” I beg, beginning to panic all over again.

“Do. You. Have. Her?” he says very slowly to Hunter while ignoring my comment altogether.

“Yeah, take off. Do whatever the fuck you need to do in order to get your ass off your

shoulders. Next time I see you, you better be off your period.”

“Fuck you. Speaking of periods, let me know when you starts yours, Lace. Or at least where I should send the child support.” He doesn’t linger any longer. Mason storms off around the side of the bar.

“Oh my God! What the fuck just happened?” I whisper, sinking to the ground.

“Funny. I was going to ask you the same thing.” He turns to face me, hands positioned firmly on his hips. “What did he mean about child support? Are you pregnant?”

“No!” I shout, appalled by the question.