“Aspyn!”
I could feel Ashton’s stare burning a hole in my back.
“Wait a second…” Sawyer chimed in, chuckling. “Am I understanding this correctly? You named your dildo after Ashton?”
My eyes snapped to his. “It’s not a dildo. It’s a rabbit.”
“Well, it looks like a gun, ma’am. Maybe next time put your toys in your luggage and not your carry-on,” the attendant scolded, making my face turn a brighter shade of red.
“I didn’t put that in there, sir.” I glared at Aspyn again. “She did.”
She smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all. My best friend was shameless.
“If you packed her a dildo, I can’t wait to see what you packed for us,” Sawyer added, not helping my humiliation.
“Oh totally. I have handcuffs, whips, and duct tape to shut you the hell up.”
I scoffed out a chuckle at Aspyn’s reply to him.
Sawyer winked. “Kinky. But I’ll be the one who’s doing the tying up, baby.”
“Ma’am.” The attendant handed me my bag. “Have a nice day.”
“Oh, so now you’re cordial?” I grabbed my bag and left them all standing there, thinking it was too easy.
Ashton wasn’t going to let me live this down. Throwing his arm around my neck, he tugged my body into his chest.
“Sweetness, I’m still stuck on the part of you naming a toy after me. Is this a new toy or is he your designated battery-operated boyfriend I’m going to have to unplug?”
I bowed my head. “This is the worst day of my life.”
Aspyn laughed. “Is it, though? Do you remember that time in 7th grade when you—”
“Aspyn, if you don’t shut it, I’ll tell Sawyer about the time you—”
“Sage…”
“About the time you did what?” Sawyer asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Why would you bring my vibrator?”
“I brought Ashton”—she gestured to him—“so he could meet Ashton.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It will once you have both of them working you over. I was just trying to help you achieve the best orgasms ever while on vacation.”
My eyes widened when Ashton replied, “Not only do I get to ruin you for every other man who tries to get between your legs, but for your toy too. Because I’ll tell you right now, sweetness, I don’t need recharging after two rounds.”
—Ashton—
To say I wasn’t flattered that Sage named her toy after me would be an understatement—my ego and cock were on the same page.
Make Sage come until she thought I was God.
We had a few drinks at the bar, and by the time our flight took off, she was calm and cool, slightly tipsy and giggling over everything.
She looked better than I remembered. Her hair was a mess of waves, she smelled like sunscreen, and it was doing all sorts of things to my dick.
How the hell did she look this good in the morning?
I watched the way her lips moved with each giggle that left her mouth.
I watched the way her body leaned into mine with each second that passed.
I watched the way I made her smile.
Laugh.
Especially, blush.
Unable to stop myself, I grinned. “I couldn’t help but notice your Ashton is pink. I thought you didn’t like the color pink.”
“That’s what you couldn’t help but notice? I didn’t buy it. Aspyn did for my birthday.”
“Oh, so it was the gift that kept on giving?”
“Maybe.”
“For what birthday?”
“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to find out when I named him Ashton.”
“I’m just trying to figure out everything about my competition.”
“I thought you could go more than two rounds?”
“Verdicts still out on me. Well…” I cocked my head to the side. “That is until we get to our suite.”
“What happens when we get there?”
“Happiness.”
She smiled, big and bright. “You know I once read an article that it’s good for your butthole to see the sun. It makes you happier.”
I busted out laughing. “I’m sorry, what?”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “Yep. I’m serious, I can’t make this shit up.”
“And where did you read this?”
“A women’s magazine. It’s actually a proven fact. They did studies on it.”
“Studies, huh? The butthole chronicles?”
She laughed so hard it shook her entire body.
God, she was fucking beautiful.
“I wonder how they performed that study.”
“What do you mean?”
“What’s the visual here? Like spread eagle? Butt to the sun?”
“I was thinking more like downward dog, butt stuck up in the air… You know, better direct visibility that way.”
“And you would do this?”
“I mean, not at the beach, but definitely in a private place. I don’t get a lot of alone time to myself. If I ever do it, I’ll let you know how it works out for me.”
Little did she know, I was already planning on how to have front row seats to her downward dog in my face.
Chapter 16
—Ashton—
Since this was our first trip together, I decided staying in our own room would be better than crashing on Cain’s catamaran. I didn’t know if Sage was a screamer yet, and the last thing I wanted was someone ruining the moment between us if she was being too loud.