“How does that work?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“What do you mean? Sometimes he sucks on my cli—”
“No, not that. I know how that works. I mean your relationship. You guys seem like you’re actually in love.”
She smiled, beaming her straight white teeth. “Thank you. I’m a good actress. I hope to win an Oscar and Academy Award one day.”
“So you don’t have any feelings for him?” Aspyn questioned, looking just as curious as I was.
“I’m a professional, and Cain is just another job for me.”
“How long do you plan on pretending?” I followed up.
“As long as his checks still clear.”
“But you’re having sex?” Aspyn added.
“It isn’t any different than what you’re doing. Except, I’m getting paid. Wait…” she paused for a few seconds, giggling. “That makes me sound like a prostitute, and I’m not. I’ve never done anything like this before, but the way I see it is that it’s no different than playing a role in a movie.”
“You don’t really fuck your co-star in movies,” I pointed out.
“You’ve never been to Hollywood if you think that, Sage.”
I nodded. “Fair.”
“Besides, Cain isn’t paying me to have sex with him. That’s just a bonus. You’ve seen what that man looks like. I’m definitely attracted to him. Every woman on the island wishes they were me, and that hasn’t stopped them from trying. You’d have to be blind not to try to hit on my fake husband. Plus, to boot, he’s amazing in bed, and I’m enjoying my time with him. Our fake vows were the talk of the island. It’s why we became successful so quickly. Who doesn’t want to be wined and dined with a couple who have been together since they were kids?”
“I get it.” I nodded again. “You guys are great together. It’s why I find it hard to believe that you’re not actually in love with each other.”
“Cain isn’t interested in anything serious or settling down. He’s taking the Playboy Pact to his grave.”
“Playboy Pact?” Aspyn chimed in, looking confused. “What’s that?”
“Sawyer hasn’t told you?” Uh oh… That wasn’t going to end well.
As if on cue, he strode into the room like he owned the place. In the little time I’d been around him, Sawyer exuded confidence without even trying. His presence was daunting, and there was something about him that made your eyes gravitate to his impressive stature.
I guess you could say he looked like a doctor, and I knew he wasn’t going to have any problem finding women to be his patients for reasons that had nothing to do with his medical skills.
He pointed at Aspyn, grinning. “I tried to tell you last night, but you were more interested to have my cock in your mouth than to hear anything out of mine.”
“On that note.” I wrapped my sarong around my hips. “I’m going”—I looked back and forth between Sawyer and Aspyn— “anywhere but here.”
There was no way I wanted to get involved in that conversation. Aspyn claimed she didn’t want anything serious with him either; however, I’d never seen her with a guy more than once.
Like ever.
She didn’t do relationships, not even casual ones. I could tell by the way she looked at him that there was a spark inside of her when it came to Sawyer. I’d met all the Playboy Pact boys other than Leo, and they all had this demeanor about them. It was hard to resist. For the first time in my life, I’d met men who all had this allure about them.
They were like catnip to our pussies.
Making my way onto the deck, I found Ashton standing there with the wind blowing in his hair.
“Hey, dimples.”
“Dimples?”
“Yep, it’s my new nickname for you.”
“We’ve stepped into the nickname stage of our relationship, sweetness?”
“You’ve been calling me sweetness since we saw each other again, so we’re long past that now. Don’t you think?”
“I approve of your nickname for me. Although, I’m not going to lie and say I don’t prefer it when you call me God instead.”
I chuckled. “You’re impossible.”
He tugged me toward his body. “Impossibly addicted to you.” His lips were on mine, kissing me deeply before pulling away. “Want to see the best view on the island?”
“Of course.”
“You afraid of heights?”
“No.”
“Good. Sage is going to go first,” Ashton announced to Cain.
“You’re going to love it,” Cain encouraged.
“Love what?”
He smiled, showing me what I’d signed up for. “This is a spinnaker swing.”
“It looks like a large parachute.”
“It is. And with the breeze it will let you glide in the air behind the boat.”
“Ummm … is it safe?”
“For the most part.”
“Cain—”
“I’m joking. You’ll be fine, and you’ll have a bird’s-eye view of the water. You’ll love it. I promise.”
“Okay,” I warily stated.
Cain suited me up in the makeshift seat and nodded toward the ocean. “All you have to do is jump in the water, and I’ll do the rest.”