The Fling (Playboy Pact 2) - Page 34

“I need to go to the river to soak in water while I wait for Aspyn to come get me and take me to the emergency room.”

There were a hundred and one questions I wanted to ask her, but I didn’t. I simply picked her up off the grass and carried her in my arms down to the river.

She hissed with each step I took, and I hated that I was hurting her. Unsure of what to say or do. I didn’t say a word, holding it all in. Once we were there, I carefully sat her in the water. Resisting the urge to laugh my ass off at how adorable and pathetic she looked all at the same time.

“I’m not crazy.”

“No.” I shrugged. “This is totally normal. Women usually have to soak in rivers after I finger fuck them.”

She chuckled despite herself. “I’m allergic to latex.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, still not understanding.

“Your band-aid.”

And just like that, it all made sense. I jerked back, shocked was an understatement. “That’s really a thing?”

“Yes! Now I need you to call Aspyn. I need to go to the ER.”

Never in a million years did I think this would happen. I went from wanting to take her to Heaven to actually delivering her straight to Hell.

Flaming pussy and all.

Fuck. My. Life.

Actually, fuck you, Johnson and Johnson.

Chapter 14


“This is definitely a first for us,” Sawyer expressed, walking into my house with the shitty ass driver behind him.

She hurried to Sage who was sitting on the couch in my living room.

“How’s your vagina?” she asked.

Sage lifted her dress, showing her friend the washcloth that was soaking in between her legs.

“At least we’re not sitting at the emergency room this time with a bunch of strangers judging you.”

“Not helping, Aspyn.”

“This time?” I asked, unable to hold back.

They both locked up; it was quick, but I saw it.

What was that?

“How many times has this happened?”

They both eyed each other before Sage replied, “This is only the second time.”

“When was the first?”

Her eyes widened for a moment. “The first night we met.”

As if right on cue, Sawyer brought everyone’s attention over to him when he knelt in front of Sage and grabbed her foot.

“Ah!” she hissed as he pushed the heel of her foot back, biting down on her lower lip.

“On the scale of one to five, five being the worst, where is your pain level when I do this?”

“Not too bad.”

“What about this?”

“A little pain when you do that.”

He did a few more twists and turns before reaching into his medical bag and pulling out a needle. “It’s just a minor sprain. You’ll be good as new in a day or two. I’m going to have to give you a shot for the allergic reaction.”

She nodded, never taking her eyes off me.

“How did you figure out you were allergic to latex when we first met, Sage?”

The expression on her face was one I recognized all too clearly.


“Are you weighing your words, sweetness?”

“No … yes … maybe.”

“What Sage is trying to say,” Aspyn intervened like the good friend she was to her, “is it’s a sore subject for her, and we don’t really need to talk about it right now.”

“Interesting.” I grinned. “Considering I didn’t ask you.”

“Oh, Sage didn’t tell you? Now that you’re dating her, you get me too.”

“I don’t do threesomes with friends, but thanks for the offer. Plus, you’re already fucking Sawyer, and he wouldn’t like that very much. Neither one of us like to share.”

Everyone laughed, fully aware I was being a smart ass but still serious. We didn’t go to pound town together. Although I truly didn’t do threesomes with friends, in the past, I’d fucked two chicks at once a few times and they were never quite like the magic of watching porn. The girls usually got jealous of one another because neither were really into going down on the other. It wasn’t what it was hyped up to be. Besides, my favorite part about sex was focusing on one woman and seeing all the ways I could make her come on my own.

To me, fucking was like a video game—the more you played, the more expert you became.

“Sawyer doesn’t need to worry about sharing me. We’re not dating, and I can do as I please,” Aspyn announced, and Sawyer’s jaw clenched.

She was going to get spanked later.


His eyes met hers. “You’re sleeping with other men?”

“You’re not sleeping with other women?”

“No, Aspyn, you’re the only one riding my cock, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“I’m not talking about this right now.”

He eyed her for a couple more seconds until he held the needle up, shifting his gaze back to Sage. Sawyer was a private person, and it didn’t surprise me he didn’t want to talk about whatever was happening between them in front of us.

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