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THE FLING
PLAYBOY PACT BOOK 2
WALL STREET JOURNAL & USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
M. ROBINSON
COPYRIGHT© 2021 The Fling by M. Robinson
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This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All characters are a figment of the author’s imagination, and all incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s mind's eye and are not to be interpreted as real. Though several people, places, and events portrayed in this book are correct, the story is fiction that the author has made up for entertainment purposes only.
AUTHOR NOTE
I’m so excited that you are here and about to embark on this journey that is Ashton and Sage. You will be fanning yourself one minute with Ashton’s dirty, dirty mouth and laughing your ass off the next. This is probably the most swoon-worthy, perfect book boyfriend I have ever written.
This is my single mom rom com that will have you wiping away the tears from all the laughter that will be stirred in your belly!
Enjoy my perfect hero, Ashton Hayes! I know you will love him as much as I do.
Thank you for reading Ashton and Sage!
Love you all, M!
P.S. Don’t forget to leave a review!
DEDICATION
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
MEET M. ROBINSON
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
DEDICATION
To all my single moms out there.
I see you.
I respect you.
I admire you.
Your selflessness.
Your courage.
Your strength.
Your sacrifice.
Your endless determination.
It takes a willful person to take on the job of both parents. You are a superhero in your child’s eyes and in mine.
Thank you for being my inspiration for Sage in this story.
Prologue
—Ashton—
There I was…
Sitting at a fucking bar, drinking away my broken heart.
Damn. I really did turn into a pussy.
I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything…
And I mean, everything.
There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways.
Until I saw her again.
Sage McCoy.
We had a past.
History.
An instant connection right from the start. The first time I met her, she took my breath away. For a few minutes, I second guessed the pact I’d made a few hours prior with my best friends.
Through the years, I’d thought about her a lot.
What she was doing.
Who she was with.
I never thought I’d see her again.
Until I did…
It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. I didn’t want her to fall in love with me.
We were only supposed to be a fling.
I didn’t think I’d fall head over heels in love with her.
I fell for her smile.
Her laugh.
Her awkwardness.
She was funny, smart, witty, and sexy as fuck.
I made her come with my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my cock. Sage made me a better man. Now I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.
And not just her…
It was a long story.
An uphill battle.
Complete and utter bullshit.
Swallowing down another swig of Jack, I wallowed in my fucking pity party of one.
How did I go from an eternal bachelor to having the girl of my dreams in my arms?
Jesus, could I get any more pathetic? I laughed at the thought, leaning back against the barstool.
In order to understand, I'd have to go back to the very beginning.
You see, it all started…
With the Playboy Pact.
Chapter 1
—Ashton—
Eight years ago
“How are you feeling, man?” I asked one of my best friends, Cain. His parents just told him they were getting a divorce. Talk about a swift fucking kick to the balls.
He nodded. “I don’t want to talk about it.
I threw my arm around his neck as we approached my Chevy truck. “Dude, let’s get you fucking laid tonight. Your poor balls, bro. I bet they feel heavy after that news. Don’t you worry, man, I’m here for you. You need to get your dick wet. I’ll make sure you have extra condoms. You want to get shitty off Jack, I’ll be your designated driver.” I grinned at him with a cheeky smile. “You want to slip balls deep inside some chick, and you need me to keep her girlfriend busy”—I winked—“I’ll sacrifice my cock for you and take one for the team.”
Before I could get another word out, our other best friend, Sawyer, interrupted, “Jesus, Ashton, can you not think with your dick for five minutes?”
“I’m a guy. We think about sex every seven seconds.”
“Says who?”
“Fucking Siri.”
Sawyer chuckled, rolling his eyes. “It’s a myth.”
“If you don’t think about sex every seven seconds, Sawyer, then that sounds more like a personal problem.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t, shit-face. I’m fully on board if Cain needs his wounds licked by a blonde’s pouty mouth.”
“A blonde, a brunette, a redhead,” Cain chimed in. “Shit, I’ll do all three at once. I don’t have a preference.”
“Now that’s the spirit!” I exclaimed, jumping into the driver’s seat of my souped-up truck while Cain got in the front and Sawyer in the back.
We were headed to our other boy’s house, Leo, who was also like another brother to us. We all grew up together in Monteagle, Tennessee where the Southern charm ran smooth and the whiskey did not, burning like a son of a bitch all the way down.
“I can’t believe Leo’s old man actually came through with the cabin.”
I shrugged at Sawyer’s statement. “I’m not. He treats Leo like shit. This is the least he could do for him.”
“Not everyone has parents like yours, Ashton.”
Cain’s clipped voice brought my attention to him. He was right—my parents were living the dream. They loved each other very much and didn’t hide that fact. My two older brothers and one older sister could attest to their ability to keep their hands off one another. I was the sixteen-year-old baby boy, and I had no problem with that either.
“You’re the golden boy. You could do no wrong when it comes to your mother,” Sawyer acknowledged.
“Jealous?”
“That you didn’t get off her tit until you were three, maybe… Your mom has a great rac—”
I slammed on the brakes, and they both flew forward.
“Ashton, what the fu—”
I snapped around, cutting Sawyer off. “Don’t you ever, ever, talk about my mom’s titties. Do you understand me?” I knew he was only messing with me, we all fucked around with each other like this, busting one another’s balls. “I don’t want you to even think about my mom’s titties. As a matter of fact, my mom’s titties are off the table.” My stare shifted to Cain. “And that goes for you too.”
Cain raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Dude, let the record show that I have never looked at your mother’s titties, okay?”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
I hit the gas, and we were off again, but seconds later Sawyer muttered under his breath, “Bullshit. I’ve seen you look at her tit—”
I shot him a warning glare through the rearview mirror, and he shut right up, laughing instead. It didn’t take long to get to Leo’s new bachelor pad. It was on his parents' property, not that you could tell. They owned twenty acres of pure heaven. Leo’s parents were loaded. His old man owned Mountainside Building, and he was the best general contractor in our small town. Their estate was huge, and a full staff was needed just to keep up with the landscaping.
One day the company would be handed down to Leo, and we’d all known that since we were kids. His future was set and planned for him, and I wasn’t sure how he felt about that. If I were in his shoes, I’d be grateful as fuck. However, Leo was definitely the most serious of us all. It was hard to gauge what he thought about anything.
Other than Mila.
She was h
Bros before hoes.
Not that Mila was a ho. All we knew was that she was off-limits to any of us. We didn’t cross that line. At least not with her. Now, with any girl she brought around, those chicks were fair game. We'd ruined one too many friendships for her, and it was probably the reason she was always around. She didn’t have any other friends aside from Leo. We were used to having her with us anywhere we went; we didn’t question it. None of us really knew much about her, though. She was Leo’s, and no one understood their friendship.
Not even us.
I parked my truck in front of his cabin, and we all made our way inside. Leo’s cabin was more like a treehouse, given it was surrounded by tons of trees. It was bigger than a treehouse but still built like one. It was one big ass open room, the kitchen was to the left of the front door, and the living room was in front of that. It was in the middle of the open floor plan. To the right of the front door was a bathroom and a bedroom next to it that I’d probably be the first one to fuck in.
This place would definitely be crawling with girls. We all had a reputation for loving the ladies, and none of us were ashamed to admit it. We were good-looking and young—what else did anyone expect?
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree in the Hawkins genes. Leo had an eye for building like his old man and the men before him. Our boy came from a long line of carpenters or some shit. He even made sure to have glass doors that led to the porch which had a hot tub and lower deck. He built a fire pit with lounge chairs to host bonfires and make s’mores; he knew how much chicks were all about that. It would be easy to get laid here, and I knew a part of him wanted this place for that reason alone.
However, he still built a swing for Mila beside the pit. It was their thing. Our boy was so pussy whipped, and he wasn’t even getting pussy from her.
Fucking idiot.
“I honestly don’t know who’s worse out of the four of you,” I overheard Mila say as we walked toward the door.
Of course, she was the first one there.
I’ll tell you one thing, if I was spending that much time with a girl, then I better be getting my dick sucked. I had no time for a girlfriend, and I didn’t want one. I’d seen my older brothers have enough of them to know that I wanted no part of that.
The stage-five clingers.
The expectations.
The daily bullshit of what they wanted and needed.
Yeah, no thanks.
I was sixteen years old, I was in my prime, and these were the years I needed to look back on and remember I'd lived my best life. Balls deep inside as many girls as I could.
Why would I want to settle down and ruin that?
“Well…” Leo hesitated. “It depends on who you ask. If you ask any female in this region of Tennessee? It’s definitely me. Now, if you ask guys from our opposing high school, then it’s Cain because everyone knows he fucks anything that walks.”
“Bro,” Cain announced, walking into the cabin with Sawyer and me right behind him. “I resent that. I don’t fuck freshman girls. They get too clingy for my liking.” He grabbed a soda from the fridge.
Sawyer asked what we were all thinking. “What about that freshman, Laura, that you screwed last month?”
Cain was notorious for forgetting girl’s names, and I’d seen him get slapped in the face because of it.
He looked up at the ceiling, narrowing his eyes like he was thinking about something. “Laura… Hmmm… Laura…” he accentuated, shaking his head. “Nope. Name doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t know a Laura.”
“And you just proved my point,” Leo remarked, making Mila chuckle.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, acting all giddy. “Do me next, Mr. Know It All.” Grabbing the other controller off the coffee table, I hit the button to request in the video game Leo was battling.
He approved my request, adding, “A guy who’s still trying to find his dick.”
Mila choked on her drink, making me glance over at her. “Mila, why don’t we go into the other room, and you can tell Leo how easy it was to find my cock because it’s so fucking huge.”
“Uhhh … I can think of a hundred other things I’d rather do than see your dick.”
“A hundred? Damn,” I scoffed out. “My dick is offended. It might be hiding now.”
She laughed; she couldn’t help it. I was hilarious with my constant smartass banter. Out of all of us, I was definitely the funniest, and I had the reputation to prove it. It was how I got laid. Nothing worked better than making a girl laugh. They ate that shit up, and I served it to them on a platter with my cock.
Mila knew I was messing around with her, though. This was how we always treated her, like one of the guys.
“Now I feel left out,” Sawyer stated. “What am I?”
Leo killed two more enemies. “Yours is pretty obvious, dumb shit.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, jackass?”
“It means, anywhere we go, everyone knows you. Life of the party, Sawyer. Usually drunk, fucking shit up, and messing around with more than one girl in a night.”
He summed Sawyer up pretty accurately. I’d never seen someone be able to drink like a fish and still get up to take his SATs. Not only take them, but fucking knock them out of the park. He was smart as shit, wanting to be a doctor. I told him he should be a gynecologist because getting paid to feel tits and pussies all day seemed like a job you didn’t need to get paid for.
“I can’t help I gravitate toward the center of attention. It’s natural for me. Plus, girls throw themselves at me. What the fuck am I supposed to do, say no? I’m not a pussy like you.”
“Sawyer!” Leo shouted. “I can’t even cross county lines toward Tullahoma to go hiking without worrying about my tires getting slashed because you thought it was a good idea to fuck around with twin sisters.”
“Hey! You said go for it!”
“Only if you were ready to deal with the consequences. Shit!” Leo threw his controller on the coffee table. “You assholes just made me lose.”
I shook my head, chuckling. “You lost because I started playing and kicked your ass.” Leaning to the left, I tried to take out his next opponent.
“The fact that you guys play video games like we’re still in middle school should be the bigger issue here.”
“Playing a video game?” Cain questioned. “We’re saving the world one game at a time.”
“What?” she remarked. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
I bumped her leg with my knee. “Makes perfect sense, Mila. We’re preparing for the zombie invasion.”
“Oh my God. Zombies are not invading. You know what? The only one of you ho bags I can stand is Sawyer.”
“I don’t know why,” Leo replied to her. “Last year he slept with the only female friend you have … or had.”
Cain defended Sawyer, “She was hot. Plus, Mila, that was kinda your fault. We told you it was a bad idea to have a girlfriend. You started bringing her around, and it was only a matter of time before one of us nailed her.”
“More like railed her,” I added.
“I hate all of you,” she jokingly remarked. “I have no girlfriends because of your reputations. They don’t trust me.”
Cain somewhat apologized, “Sorry, not sorry.”
She took a deep breath, changing the subject. “At least you look like you’re handling the split okay, Cain. I’m sorry about your parents.”
His demeanor immediately changed, and I nodded at her. “Way to kill the mood, Mila.”
“I’m sorry, Cain. I didn’t mean to—”
“I have a great idea,” Leo revealed out of nowhere, bringing all our eyes over to him.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he hated seeing Cain in pain; we all did. It was obvious he was hurting and trying to play it off like he wasn’t.
