To Love Jason Thorn (33 page)

“I love this look on you, Olive,” I said,
feeling so many things all at once.

“What look?” she asked breathlessly.

“This look that says,
I’ve been fucked
so very well
.”

She laughed. “I don’t remember being
fucked.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t? Maybe we
should amend that.”

Her expression serious, she nodded. “We
definitely should. I want you so bad, Jason. In me. On me.”

I groaned and hid my face against her
throat. They pounded on the door again.

“We need to leave.”

“I’ll stay here. The kissing and all that
was starting to get to me. Plus, I want some of it to be a surprise when I’m
watching the movie. I feel motivated enough to write more so I should take
advantage of that.”

“Ok, sweetheart.” I kissed her nose and
slowly backed away from her body. “If I can’t come back in between takes, I’ll
make sure to have somebody bring you lunch.”

“When does shooting end today?”

“I think closer to eight. Tanner wants to
shoot some of the street shots today. Why do you ask?”

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she
straightened her shirt and looked away. “No reason. I thought maybe when we get
home, we could…” Her words trailed off.

“We could what, baby?”

She stayed silent but bit her lip, drawing
my attention.

Placing my hands on either side of her
hips, I got in her face and asked again, “We could what, Olive? What do you
want from me?”

She lifted her eyes and met my gaze. “I
want you.”

“You got me.”

“Did I?” she asked, tilting her head.

I nipped her lips and she squealed. “Does
my wife want her husband to fuck her? Is that what you are trying to ask?”

Her gaze softened and she placed a hand
over my cheek. “Can he?”

“Oh, baby,” I murmured, breathing in her
unique scent. “You want to be properly fucked, don’t you?”

“Mr. Thorn? Everyone is waiting for you on
set. What should I tell them?” This time it was the PA they had assigned to
me—you could tell from the uncertainty in his voice.

“For god’s sake! I’m coming,” I shouted
again.

I sighed and said to Olive, “Hold that
thought until I get back.”

By the time we were shooting the martini
shot, it had already gotten dark outside and I hadn’t seen or heard from Olive
for hours. After a quick talk with Tanner and Lindsay about the next day’s
schedule, I was heading straight to her, hoping that she was still in the
trailer.

I unlocked the door and got in, but
couldn’t find her on the first floor. Heading up to the screening room, I found
her curled up on the corner of the couch, her laptop on her lap, her fingers
tapping furiously. When I got close enough to see her face, I noticed the tears
falling from her eyes.

“Olive, what’s wrong?”

She flinched and her fingers stopped moving
for a moment as she looked up at me.

“Sorry,” she sniffled. “I didn’t hear you.
Can you just give me a second? I need to finish this scene.”

“Of course,” I said, a little dumbstruck. I
sat down. She gave me a small smile and then turned her eyes back to the
screen.

Sitting beside her, my hands were adamant
that she needed them on her skin, so I reached out and gathered her hair on the
other side of her neck. Small goose bumps appeared on her skin, but I doubted
she even noticed me touching her.

After several minutes passed and she was
done with whatever was making her cry, she twisted in her seat and faced me. My
hands were on her face in a second. “Sweetheart, why are you crying?” I asked,
wiping away her tears. She must’ve been crying for a long time for her eyes to
be so red and puffy.

She gave a miserable laugh and wiped at her
face with the back of her hand. “Her father…her father died.”

“Aww, baby, whose father died?” I brushed a
small kiss on her mouth, tasted her salty lips, and leaned back. I was still
stroking her jawline, quite possibly to assure myself that she was okay.

“Maya’s,” she replied as fresh tears started
spilling down her cheeks. Noticing my questioning look, she clarified. “The new
book I’m working on. Maya is the heroine. Her father had cancer, and she was
with him…his last night, holding his hand, and then he never made it to
morning. He knew…he wasn’t going to, and he loved her so much.”

Her breath hitched and the tears started
coming faster.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered with a small
chuckle, and then she was in my arms, her face buried in my neck. She was so
warm, so beautiful, both inside and out.

“And then,” she continued. “And then she
met this jerk in a hotel and he heard her crying from next door and barged into
her room when…” Another sniffle. “When she was reading her father’s letters.”

I stroked her hair and then her back. My
heart was breaking into a million pieces as she cried her heart out for her
characters.

“That’s good though, isn’t it?” I asked
softly. Pulling the rest of her body into my lap, I let her straddle me and
plaster herself to my chest as I started to stroke her thighs to calm her down.
“She won’t be alone. I’m sure you’ll make the guy help her.”

She put her small hands on my shoulders and
lifted her head up. “He’d been a jerk to her before that so they don’t like
each other that much, but he’ll be worried when he sees her crying.”

I brushed her hair back so I could see her
splotchy but still beautiful face. “Will they fall in love?”

She gave me a small smile. “Very much so.”

“Good for them,” I whispered, loving how
she was looking at me. Her eyes had a vulnerability in them, yet it made her
look all the more powerful somehow.

“But first she’ll ask him to have sex with
her,” she said, her smile turning wicked. That’s when I realized exactly where
she was sitting. Returning her smile, I gathered all of her hair in my hands
and dropped it back over her shoulders.

“I thought they didn’t like each other,
little Olive. Does she really want him to have sex with her?”

She nodded eagerly and wiggled her sexy ass
a little back so she could settle down more firmly on my newly awakening
erection.

“I bet her lips look so beautiful all red
and swollen, just like yours do now. I bet he jumps on that idea.” I gripped
her chin and pressed my thumb on her bottom lip, pulling on it gently.

She rolled her hips and I had to drop my
head back and close my eyes to hold it together. Resting her cheek on my
shoulder, she whispered, “Not really. He didn’t want to take advantage of her
when she was upset, but she’ll change his mind.”

“I bet she will. I bet he can never say no
to her,” I said, not moving my head an inch. If I looked down at her and those
lips, I was going to lose it.

Her warm lips pressed against my neck and
my hands tightened on her thighs. When I felt her body lean away from mine, I
opened my eyes to see her reaching for her bag. I steadied her hips to keep her
where she was.

After struggling to find something in her
bag, she whipped out a condom, looking pretty proud of herself.

I chuckled and pulled her chest back
against mine. “You want me to make it all better baby?”

Another hip roll and a firm nod.

“Up,” I said, spanking her ass lightly.
“Take off your pants and climb on.”

Her eyes glanced at the narrow staircase,
and I spoke before she could start worrying about people coming up.

“Everyone knows not to come up here,
sweetheart, and I locked the door when I came in. Don’t worry.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the
zipper. She only hesitated for a second or two, but when she saw my dick
proudly standing up, waiting for her, she was rolling down her leggings and
stepping out of them in a heartbeat.

My blood roaring in my veins, I quickly
rolled the condom on and held out my hand to her. She climbed on and I grabbed
her waist as I lowered her down on me.

That feeling.

That first slide where she took me into her
body and her eyes fluttered closed… It was the most erotic and beautiful thing
I’d ever seen on a woman’s face. Her eyes still closed, she bit on her lip and
gave me a half-smile as if she was drunk. Hell, she hadn’t started moving yet
and I was already feeling dizzy. Instead of going all the way down, she held on
to my shoulders and lifted herself up, keeping the head in her body. Then on
the next downward move, she sank all the way down to my base and we waited
until her legs started shaking.

I never stopped touching her, stroking her thighs,
pushing my hands under her shirt, caressing her bare skin.

Oddly, it was even sexy to be half-clothed
with her. It felt forbidden to slide my hands under her shirt and in between
her thighs. Every moan, every tremble belonged to me. When she rested her palms
on my pecs and started rising and falling faster and faster, it was all I could
do to not spill myself inside her before she could find her own release.

She looked amazing. The lip biting, the
half-lidded eyes, her pussy hugging my dick so tightly, the eye contact, the
moans…I was simply mesmerized.

I was falling deeper and deeper for her and
we needed to have a serious conversation if this kept picking up speed.

Suddenly, she slowed her movements and
leaned down for my lips. Instead of kissing me as I was expecting her to do,
she stopped when our lips were touching. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
she murmured.

“Is my baby shy?” I asked in a heavy voice.

She hid her face in my throat again, but
kept working my cock into her pussy.

Putting my hands under her ass, I urged her
to take me deeper and faster.

When she let out a long moan, I asked,
“That good, baby, huh?”

“Yesss,” she whispered, her fingers
threading into my hair. Her lips grazed my ear. “I love it when you talk to me
when we are doing this.”

I pushed her hips down and forced all of me
into her. “When we do what, sweetheart?”

She tried to move up, but I held her down.
“Tell me, baby. When we do what? I want to hear you say it.”

She licked my earlobe and then whispered,
“When you
fuck
me, Jason. Is that what you want to hear?”

I slid myself a little down and Olive
squealed in my lap, rounding her arms on my neck.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, baby,”
I said with a growl and started fucking her from beneath.

She groaned and moaned. She curled her
little fingers around my biceps and held on for the ride as I stretched her
open and took everything she was willing to give me. While I made her see
stars, I kept talking to her, revving her up more, enjoying the way she got all
wet around my dick.

Closer to the end, she whimpered my name,
her breath hitching.

“I love how you take all of me without a
single complaint, Olive. I love it. I love it,” I murmured into her ear.

When we came, we came together.

My teeth grazing her neck.

Her fingers clutching my biceps.

My hands gripping her hips, holding her in
place.

Her whole body trembling.

“Lucy, what are you doing?”

Her head peeked out from behind the fridge
door. “I’m alley-catting. What does it look like?”

I stared at her unblinkingly from my spot
on the couch.

Her smile widened. “You see what I did
there? Alley? Jason? Alley-catting?”

Silence.

I heaved a sigh. “It wasn’t as funny as you
would think, Lucy.”

It was a Thursday and Jason had left at
5:00 AM for an early shoot. Their schedule was intense and I wanted nothing to
do with it—not that I didn’t enjoy spending time in his trailer and focusing on
my writing, but I could barely focus when he was around me.

“Oh, come on, it was. Don’t break my heart
by saying I’m not funny. I don’t want to spend my entire night telling jokes to
everyone around me to assert my funniness.”

Ignoring her, I asked, “So, how is it going
with the new roommate? Char’s friend, Lily, right?”

“Yes, Lily.” She scrunched up her nose as if
she had smelled something bad. “Not that sure about her. I’m giving her more
time.”

Finally closing the fridge door, she
plopped down next to me and handed me an apple while she clutched a bowl of
blueberries in her hand.

I looked at the apple in my hand and then
to Lucy. “What is this for?”

“Now that you are getting it on the reg,
you need to eat healthier to keep up with Jason Thorn.” She cocked her head,
but stared intently into her bowl. “Because you do need to keep up with him
don’t you? He is a machine in bed, isn’t he?”

I raised my brows and took a bite from my
apple, but otherwise stayed silent.

Picking up a blueberry, she gave me a side
glance. “Well?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, I’m not falling
for that. No sex details. Already told you that, I don’t know, a thousand times
today?”

She put her bowl down on the couch and
pulled her legs up to face me. “You’re no fun at all, Olive. How am I supposed
to live vicariously through you if you don’t give me the details? What did I
ever do to you to deserve such cruelty?”

I took another bite of my apple and picked
up my laptop from the gargantuan ottoman. Before I opened it, I twisted to face
Lucy.

Her eyes were expectant, her excitement
written all over her face.

“Let’s make a deal,” I said.

“Great. Let’s. I love deals.” She held out
her hand to me.

I took her hand and stared straight into
her eyes. “You tell me about Jameson and I’ll give you a few
small
details
about Jason.”

She shook my hand enthusiastically. “Done.
You already saw Jameson’s penis, so you know that he is hung.”

Squeezing my eyes shut as if that would
erase the memory of
that
image, I held up my hand, palm out. “Not that.
God, no. Not bed details. I think I heard more than enough from the next room
to have an idea of how he is in bed. Tell me what you’re
doing
with
Jameson.” I winced when I saw the look on her face. “Not in the literal sense.
Tell me if you are in love with him.” Then it was her turn to wince. “Tell me
what’s going on, Lucy. Ever since this book stuff and Jason stuff happened, all
we ever talk about is me. Even though I’m quite aware of how much you love
talking about those particular subjects, I’m more interested in your life.”

“Nothing exciting is going on in my life. I
like yours much better.” She popped a few blueberries into her mouth and
averted her gaze.

“Lucy, please, just tell me why you won’t
date the guy. He is crazy for you.”

“How do you even know he is crazy for me?”

“Please,” I said, fighting the urge to roll
my eyes. “Have you even seen how the guy looks at you? I’ll admit he is hot as
fuck.” She gave me a quick grin. “And still he is like a puppy following you
around. You keep kicking him out of your bed, but whenever you turn around he
jumps right back in.”

“He really is hot as fuck. We did good,
didn’t we?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “I have no
idea what I’m doing right now, but you definitely did good. You should hold on
to him, Lucy.”

She put down her bowl of blueberries and
sighed. “If I talk about the annoying bastard, you’ll give me a few details
about how Jason is in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. This is called blackmail by the way,
if you didn’t know.”

I quirked my eyebrow and waited for her to
go on.

“
Fine
. I never intended to sleep
with him more than once, okay? Then it just got out of control. And you don’t
see him at school; it’s not like he is running around after me. He is flirting
with everything that moves and has a vagina. I have no idea why he keeps coming
back for more.”

“Are you sure about the flirting? I mean,
do you know if he is sleeping with anyone else? If he is, I have no idea how
the heck he is keeping up.”

“Of course I’m sure. I don’t think he is
sleeping with anyone else though.”

“I think he is trying get your attention
with all the flirting. I’m telling you, that guy is head over heels in love
with you. He is just waiting for you to do something about it.”

She rose up from the floor and went back to
the kitchen. “I’m going to use this state of the art espresso machine and not
talk about freaking Jameson any more.” She pointed her finger at me and wiggled
her eyebrows. “And I believe you owe me some details about your beloved
husband. Gimme.”

“Pfff,” I snorted. “Husband my ass.”

Playing with the buttons on the espresso
machine, she looked at me over her shoulder. “Get your ass over here so I can actually
hear you.”

Reluctantly, I lifted myself up from the
comfy couch and made my way toward her. No way in hell was I going to try to
sit on those bar stools though. I pretty much hated all six of them with a
burning passion.

“Okay, you have a limit of two questions.
Choose wisely.” I leaned over the counter and rested my chin on my hands.

“Stop grinning, you dork.” She laughed at
my expression. “Okay. Just let me think about it for a second. Closing her
eyes, she donned her thinking face and started humming. “Okay, I won’t ask if
he was any good, because, duh…your lips are about to split from all that
grinning you’re doing. I won’t ask if you came, because again…duh… I feel like
I wanna ask how long he lasts…nah, I won’t ask that either.”

My grin turned into laughter. “Come on. I
said small details. Ask something that’s been eating at you for all these
years.”

“Fine. Is he big? I just gotta ask that.” I
opened my mouth to answer but she covered my mouth with her hand. “No! Don’t
say it;
show
me how big.”

“Okay.” Grinning, I lifted my hands and
slowly started parting them. Her smile got wider and wider.

“Yowza! Damn woman. What is that eight,
nine inches? You lucked out. Damn.”

Blushing a little, I laughed. “Okay, do you
have a second question?”

“Crap. If I’d known you were actually going
to answer them, I’d have made a list. I can’t decide on the best question when
you put me on the spot. Okay, does he talk when you’re, you know…doing it? I
mean, is he a dirty talker? Because if he is, I might just pass out right here
in his kitchen, and then you’ll have to nurse me back to health and I’ll get to
stay here.”

“You don’t have to pass out to stay here,
Lucy.”

Already fanning herself, she said, “Go
ahead, answer. He is a dirty talker, isn’t he? He has to be.”

“Yes.”

Her eyes almost popped out of their
sockets. “That wasn’t a yes or no question, woman! You have to give me more
than that.”

“Sorry.”

She dropped to her knees and put her arms
on the edge of the island I was leaning on. “Pity me, Olive. For the love of
our friendship. Please.”

“Yeah. No way.”

She took a deep breath and slowly let it
out. “I hate you. Okay. Okay, I can live with this. Holy shit, but you are
lucky.”

Was I?

He was definitely beyond amazing in bed,
best I’d ever had, but was I really lucky?

“I’m not so sure about that. I mean, is he
just sleeping with me because he can’t sleep with anyone else right now? Are we
dating now? Are we husband and wife? What the hell are we?”

“Easy there.” She got up from the floor and
made it to the espresso machine again. “You’ll figure it out.” She glanced at
me over her shoulder. “Eventually. I’d say, just keep living in the moment for
now. My money is on you staying married, though, just so you know. I saw you
guys together. There is no way he’ll let you go.” Turning her back to me, she
played with a few buttons on the machine. “Do you have any idea how to work
this thing?”

“Not at all, but I would assume you have to
plug it in first.”

She huffed and went for the kettle. “Tea it
is then.” Her phone pinged with a new text and she abandoned the kettle to get
to it.

“Who is it?” I asked when she made an
annoyed sound.

“No one.” She dropped the phone back in her
bag and came to my side. “The tea will have to wait though. I have to head
out.”

“Is everything okay?” I straightened from
the island and faced her.

She rubbed her eyes and bounced on her
toes. “Look,” she started.

“Uh-oh.” That was not a good start to any
conversation.

“No uh-oh. It’s just that I’m not sure if I
should tell you this or not. I mean it shouldn’t affect you in any way…but
maybe it will… Ah hell.”

“Cough it up, Lucy.”

“I saw Marcus and Char kissing,” she
blurted out all at once.

“Marcus and our Charlotte?” I frowned. “No
way. Are you sure it was them? I mean…how…when?”

“Since they were doing it in our living
room…yeah, I’m pretty sure it was them.”

“Whoaa…” I took a step back and leaned
against the edge of the bar stool, making the damn thing scratch the floor. “I
did
not
see that coming. Do you know how it happened? I mean,
our
Char with
my
Marcus? Really?”

“Your Marcus?” Lucy asked gently.

“You’re right. Not mine, I guess. Could
that be why she’s been shutting me out lately? Did she think I would get mad or
something? She barely responds to my calls and texts. I assumed it was because
of her workload, but now…”

“To be honest, I had no idea either. I
think Marcus still has a thing for you. He always did, even after the break up.
You should’ve seen him when Jason came to collect your drunk ass. I thought for
sure he was going to clock Marcus with the way he was acting. Then again, from
what I saw, it didn’t look like he was kissing Char for the first time either.”

“I don’t feel anything for Marcus. Not any
more,” I said carefully.
So why does this leave a bad taste in my mouth?
“But, it wasn’t like Char didn’t see how sad I was after he dumped me. She was
right there with us almost from the beginning. Was she lusting after him all
this time?”

“I have no idea, babe. I want to hear more
about that myself, so don’t worry, I’ll let you know what I learn. Char is not
so chummy with me either ever since Lily moved in, but I’m good with Marcus.
I’ll ask him and see what’s going on.”

“What do I do? Do I say anything to her if
by some chance we talk? Not that she is dying to get in touch with me.” I met Lucy’s
gaze and asked, “Am I overreacting? If they are in love, I’d be happy for them,
but isn’t it weird that this happens just a few weeks after I move out? It just
feels weird.”

“Don’t think about it, okay? You have other
things to focus on right now. If Char chooses not to talk to you because of
Marcus, screw it. I’ll talk to Marcus and we’ll know more about what’s going
on.”

I nodded. “Sure, but you don’t have to. I
mean, it’s not our business, is it?”

“I have to leave, but we’ll talk later,
okay?”

I hugged her tightly. If there was one
thing I didn’t like about Jason’s house, it was that Lucy wasn’t living it with
me. “I miss you,” I murmured into her hair.

“Oh, babe, I miss you, too. Especially your
comfy breasts.” She stood next to me and peered outside. “You guys could always
adopt me, you know. I wouldn’t mind calling Jason
Daddy
at all.”

“Ah, please, get out.”

Holding her hands up, she backed away.
“Just a suggestion. You guys are in a marriage now; you shouldn’t make a big
decision like that without talking to your hunky husband.”

“Sure, I’ll do that.”

She gave me a miserable sigh. “As if you
leaving is not bad enough, now I’m forced to sleep on the couch when Jameson
stays over. No comfy breasts, no spooning…”

I stalked her toward the door with a big
grin on my face. “Poor Lucy. I’m getting all the spoons. And I’m begging you,
please, sleep in the same bed with the poor guy. At least give him that much.”