The Fling (Playboy Pact 2) - Page 8


“Excuse me, asshole, you’re making out with my girlfriend.”

I jerked back. The audacity of this guy. “Ex-girlfriend.”

“We aren’t over, and you know it.”

I was going to give him a piece of my mind, but Ashton cut me off. “The taste of her tongue in my mouth says something different.”

My gaze caught Ashton’s.

Why was he putting himself out there for me? What did he gain from this? Did they have history? This couldn’t be all about me, right?

I was more confused than I had been before this party.

Guys are so weird.

My jumbled stare went back to Memphis. “You broke up with me, remember?”

“So what? You’re my girl, and everyone in this town knows it, so you must not be from around these parts, dickwad, because Sage is taken.”

“Fucking Ashton,” his friend who had been arguing with Aspyn earlier made his way over to us. “Do you have to start trouble everywhere we go?”

“Oh, so this is your big move?” I muttered low enough for only Ashton to hear me.

“I guess I’m a sucker for a damsel in distress.”

I arched an eyebrow. What do I even say to that? “And you’re willing to fight off the fire-breathing dragon you’ve just awoken?"

“For you? Definitely.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but a fist hitting Ashton in the face knocked me right out of his arms and onto the ground. I hit it with a hard thud.

“Sage!” Aspyn came running toward me, falling to her knees in front of me.

“The fuck, man?! Who sucker punches someone when there’s a girl in his arms?” Ashton reached for my hand. “You alright?”

I nodded, grabbing his hand. Memphis didn’t allow it, and he shoved Ashton’s hand away.

“What’s your problem?”

Ashton didn’t back down, getting in Memphis’s face. “You. You’re my problem.”

His friend intervened, pushing him back. “Bro, it’s not worth it. Let’s go.”

Ashton’s gaze locked with mine. “You coming?”

“I’m sorry, Sage. I didn’t think he’d drop you.”

“You didn’t think I’d drop her? Are you a fucking idiot? She was in my arms and you, like the pussy you are, side-swiped me. What the hell did you think I was gonna do, fly?!”

I never expected what happened next.




Sawyer held me back, firm and steady like the good friend he was. This douche needed to get put in his place. I fucking hated that guy. He had crashed so many parties in our town this last year. I didn’t know he had a girlfriend with the way he slept around. His dick was a landmark for chicks to just hop on to.

Not that the boys and I were any different, but we didn’t have any strings attached to anyone. I might have been a lot of things; however, I wasn’t a cheater. Especially if I had a pretty girl like Sage to thrust balls deep into.

“Dude, let’s go. Now!”

“Yeah, listen to your bitch ass friend, and walk away with your dicks tucked in between your legs.”

Sawyer snapped around. “Who are you calling a bitch? I’m trying to save your ass.” He pointed at Memphis. “Not his. Ashton can fight, dickwad. He’d sweep the floor with your balls, so either you walk away or he’s going to show you what he can do with his fists.”


All eyes shot to the balcony upstairs. It was only then I realized we’d drawn a crowd. Cain came running out with his jeans around his ankles, his cock flopping free while he pulled up his boxers.

“Cain?” Sawyer called out, and his panicked stare found us below him.

“We gotta go! We gotta go! Abort! Abort! Code fucking blue!”

“What?” I exasperated, shaking my head.

“I said code fucking blue! You know what code blue means, Ashton! Her husband showed up!”

We all watched in disbelief as Cain pulled up his jeans and hauled ass off the balcony, climbing down the side of the house on the shutters.

“Husband?” Sawyer peered back at me.

Not even a second later, we saw this big motherfucker run out behind him, ready to kill.

“Oh shit…” I uttered—he was huge.

“Why the fuck are you guys still standing there?! We gotta go! I fucked up! I fucked up! Go get the truck! We got a runner!”

“Oh. My. God,” Sage spewed, only looking at me. “Is this what you guys do? Just cause trouble wherever you go?”

“How are you already having sex with someone?” Sawyer reprimanded. “We just got here.”

“I’ll tell you in the fucking truck! Now go get it!”

The husband ran back inside, and I figured we had less than a minute to get the hell out of there.

“How am I the only one who hasn’t stuck his dick or tongue in someone who is taken.” Sawyer looked around. “Anyone else want to make out with me before we leave? Actually…” He glanced at Sage’s friend. “Why don’t you put your tongue in my mouth, so I don’t feel left out?”

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