Savor Me

“You’re demanding,” he says with a huge grin on his face.

“I absolutely am. Now, you think you can handle the rules?” I reach into his pants revealing a very nice hard cock. I was definitely wrong about Hunter.

“I think I can manage.”

“Good.” I quickly lean into his lap, taking his dick all the way down my throat.

“Fucking shit!” he moans.

“You’re not the only one who’s good with their mouth,” I say before taking him all the way down again. I work him over completely, and within three minutes, I have him coming in my mouth. I swallow like a champ and sit back up, wiping my mouth.

“I love you!” he says jokingly while trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t even play like that. This is two people fucking. Now that we are even, take me home so we can actually…well, fuck.” I move back to my seat and put on my seatbelt. Hunter stares at me for a minute with his mouth hanging open.

“I’m coming on your tits tonight,” he blurts out, apparently searching for some sort of reaction.

“Okay.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.

“You might be the most amazing woman I have ever met.” He starts laughing and peels out of the parking lot.





I SNEAK OUT OF Hunter’s loft first thing in the morning. It was by far the best sex I have ever had, and I need to get away from him as fast as possible. He doesn't seem clingy, but they never do until they are stalking you down at work and blowing up your phone with "Where are you?" texts. It's just easier to sneak out without exchanging any information and leave it at what it was—one night.

I reach the stairs and open the door to the barn. Surely there has to be a phone in there. My cell phone died at some point last night. If I were smart, I would have plugged it into Hunter’s charger, but I was a little too preoccupied to worry about my early morning escape. It’s such a rookie mistake that I’m even disappointed in myself.

I slide the door open and squeeze inside. I step into the wide stable, complete with at least ten stalls on each side. At the very end of the concrete walkway, a horse is standing with a rope tied on each side of its halter. Thank god. Someone must be here, and they can point me in the direction of the closet phone and hopefully the number to a cab company.

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."