To Love Jason Thorn (35 page)

He pulled slightly back, but then pressed
his entire length into me.

My legs were shaking when he pressed his
knees against my hips, caging me under him. I lifted my arms up and hugged my
pillow, burying my face into it.

When his abs were pressing against my back
and his elbows were propped on either side of my shoulders, I took my face out
of my pillow.

“It must feel good having all of me inside
you like that. Being inside you…” He took a deep breath. “Fuck, but it feels
amazing, Olive.”

“Too good,” I managed to say in a whisper.

“I think I owe you an orgasm. They are
ahead of us, sweetheart.”

“What?” I had completely forgotten about
the audio couple. Every inch of my skin was prickling with awareness under
Jason. I was too far gone to hear anything other than his breath and my own
heavy breathing.

He pulled back, almost to his tip, and
pushed back in—hard.

My breath hitched. “Yes!”

“You liked that, huh?”

Another hard thrust and I was clawing at my
pillow. He picked up speed.

As he kept fucking me into pure bliss, he
lowered his head next to my ear and said, “I think I would love to come home to
this every single fucking day for the rest of my life.”

My heart stopped.

Then it started back up again as my orgasm
caught me off guard when Jason pushed all the way in and started grinding into
me.

My screams were definitely louder than the
girl’s, I can tell you that much.

There will never be enough words to
describe sharing the perfect moment with the person you love, with the person
you’ve been in love with for most of your life…but…as sweat dripped down from
Jason’s forehead onto my shoulder and his hips kept slamming into me through my
spectacular orgasm, I decided that I didn’t need any words.

Hearing his deep moan, knowing that he was
enjoying it just as much as me was enough on its own.

He slowed his movements and I managed to
stop trembling underneath him. His teeth grazed my shoulder and another shiver
went through my body. I was a mess.

“Ah, sweetheart… The sounds you make when
you come for me? So fucking dirty.”

A deep thrust from him and a shameless
mewling from me.

“I love it. I can feel it my bones. And the
way you clench on my cock, the way you pull me in? It kills me every single
fucking time.” He kissed my neck and gently slapped my ass, pulling a gasp out
of me. “I think we are caught up on the orgasms. Do you want me to lick you all
clean again, as I’m guessing from the sounds they are making they are doing
too, or do you want to ride me?”

He pulled out of me, but his heat didn’t
leave my body.

“Have to say, my vote is on you riding me,
baby. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock. I can always
lick you clean at the end.”

I didn’t make him ask twice. While we could
still hear the guy licking his girl, I pushed Jason onto his back and sunk down
on his cock.

“Yes, sweetheart. Oh, fuck! Yes. Just like
that, Olive. Take it all in, baby.” My hands found the headboard and without
playing around, I started riding him. I was all shaky and definitely was
muttering some obscenities at some point, but it was all perfect. Being with
him felt perfect. Our kind of perfect.

Beautiful.

Just like I’d always dreamed.

When I came all over him, I let him watch
what he did to me, what he gave to me.

Everything.

***

“If I’m not helping you with your research
in one way or another the next time you’re writing a sex scene, I think we’re
gonna have problems sweetheart.”

At the end, we had held on longer than the
audio couple, I had come more times than I could count or remember, and each
time I’d been louder than her.

We had definitely won, on all counts.

“I think I’m having a stroke or something.
I can’t feel certain body parts.”

Jason chuckled and his finger trailed down
from my shoulder toward my hip. I was already half passed out and lying on my
face. When his finger hit the curve of my ass, he pushed the covers off my back
and his hand started massaging. I tried to wiggle away from his hand, but
before I could...

“Hey,” he admonished me with a serious
voice. “You’re staying right there.”

I groaned. “If you start doing that, I will
start feeling things, and I’m not sure I’m functioning enough for that.”

Continuing to massage my ass firmly, he
kissed my neck and shushed me. “Thank god the audio doesn’t replay itself; it’s
dangerous to listen something like that with you around.”

“Mmmm,” I mumbled, acting like I was
half-asleep.

“Come on,” he said in an amused tone.
“Don’t get shy with me. I love that you like playing. You were burning for me
the entire time. I bet hearing them be so vocal didn’t hurt either.”

He gathered me up in his arms and I nestled
against his chest. It wasn’t even seven o’clock, but I snuggled in closer.

When I didn’t make any comments, he
chuckled again and brushed a kiss on my temple. “Okay, have it your way. For
now. What did you do today? I missed you on set.”

“Lucy came over for an hour or so.” Then I
remembered that I hadn’t asked his permission for that. “Is that okay? Her
coming over?”

“Of course it’s okay for your friends to
come over, Olive. You don’t need my permission for that.”

“But I know you said you don’t like having
people in your personal space.”

“I meant industry people. Unfortunately, I
don’t have that many friends. It’s hard to trust people when you are out in the
open as much as I am, and since I prefer a relatively quieter life , I don’t
have that many people close to me. Speaking of  friends, there is someone I met
very early in my career, Devlin. He lives in New York so I don’t get to see him
that often, but he is opening up a club/lounge here and he invited us. Would
you like to go? We can invite your friends, too. I feel bad that you’re having
trouble meeting with them without a sea of cameras following you around.”

I extricated myself from his arms, pulled
the cover over myself to make sure nothing was showing, and stared at the
ceiling.

“If you’re okay with it, that could be fun.
Lucy would love to come, and maybe I can convince her to invite Jameson, her
on-again, off-again one-night stand. But Charlotte…I’m not sure about that
right now.”

Jason propped himself up on his elbow and
looked down at me.

God…
What
was it about this guy that affected me so much? Even when he wasn’t showing off
that damn dimple of his, you kept staring at him just for the sheer pleasure of
it, and of course the promise of that dimple wasn’t something to turn your nose
up at.

“Is everything all right with you two?”

Forcing myself to look away so I wouldn’t
tackle him and climb on for one last ride, I said, “Apparently, Lucy saw Char
and Marcus kissing in the apartment.”

“And…”

“And she is my friend. Isn’t there supposed
to be a girl code of some sort that says you shouldn’t date your friend’s ex?”

His tone was different, both softer and
tighter at the same time when he asked, “Do you still have feelings for Marcus?
Are you jealous of her, Olive?”

I glanced at him. “The answer to the first
question is a definite no. Being jealous? Not sure, but I don’t think so.
Marcus and I… We’ve been over for a long time, and…heck. No, I’m not jealous of
him. It’s just sort of a weird thing for Charlotte to do behind my back. If she
had at any time told me that she had feelings for Marcus, I would’ve gotten
over it, and if they love each other…I would be happy for them. I mean, she
hasn’t even talked to me about it so I have no idea what’s actually going on.
Just a few short months ago, the day I was meeting with the production people,
Marcus came to my room to tell me he thought we would get back together once
I’d finished my book. And now he is with Char? I don’t know. It’s not anger or
jealousy I’m feeling. It’s something else, but I’m not sure I can name it.”

“I understand. The way Marcus acted when I
came to get your little drunk ass from their apartment, I wouldn’t have guessed
he had his eyes on anyone but you.”

“Yeah, I heard about that from Lucy, too.”

“Well,” he started as he got up from the
bed, completely naked.

Don’t look, Olive. Don’t do it
.

But of course, I looked.

At least don’t look down.

Oh, but I did.

“The invitation is open; you can invite
whomever you want to invite. Devlin will have a VIP room reserved for us so
we’ll have privacy.”

Two days later, we were getting out of the
car in front of Devlin’s club, Mad Play. The logo for the club was two Ms intertwined
with each other in a geometric shape. I had no idea what it meant since it
wasn’t the initials of the club, but it was cool as hell.

Jason and I had met with his friend over
dinner before he headed to his club ahead of us. Even though we had barely
spent an hour together, he was very charming throughout the entire diner—maybe
a little too charming, the kind that would sweet talk you out of your panties
if given the chance.

Imagining him wreaking havoc in New York
with a single Jason had led to a multitude of scenarios going through my mind.
Those two would break hearts left and right, and they probably already had. On
a side note, I had loved how Jason had introduced me as his wife. I wasn’t sure
if he would let him know this was all a play for the public eye. Since my best
friend knew, I’d assumed he would share that with Devlin, just like Alvin was
in on the whole thing.

Speaking of Alvin, he was supposed to meet
us at the club with his girlfriend, but as far as we knew he hadn’t made it
yet.

The biggest surprise of the night,
however, was getting a text message from Lucy that said Char and her friend
Lily were coming with her. Not having any idea how that would go down, I
decided not to dwell on it for the time being.

Since there would be drinking involved,
Jason had a driver drop us off. When I saw all the paparazzi huddled in front
of the club, I held on to Jason’s hand tighter and exited the car right after
him.

Wrapping his hand more securely around
mine, he put his other hand at the small of my back and guided me toward the
entrance. The bulky guard at the front didn’t even check our names as we were
ushered in before the paparazzi could swarm us.

“Does it ever get easier?” I asked,
slightly breathless from jogging the short distance. The music was loud enough
that Jason had to lean down to hear what I was saying. I repeated my question
when he was close enough.

“The paparazzi, the constant
following…does it ever get easier?”

He shook his head in a distracted manner
and curled his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his body as a beautiful
blonde approached us with a smiling face. Of course, she only had eyes for
Jason and ignored me completely. I was getting used to it.

Really.

I definitely didn’t wanna gouge her eyes
out or anything.

That would be gruesome.

“Hello Mr. Thorn. My name is Drew. We
were waiting for you. If you can follow me, I’ll take you to Devlin.”

Jason didn’t reply, gave her a stiff
nod, and pretty much shattered the girls dreams, judging by the look on her
face.

Smug, I stood a bit straighter and gave
the girl a brilliant smile when she finally gave me a dismissing glance.

Fuck her.

After walking through a hallway filled
with mirrors and lights, we found ourselves at the mouth of the club where you
could see the sea of bodies dancing under the flashing lights. A remix of the
latest song by The Weeknd was blasting through the speakers and from what I
could see, it looked like everyone was having the time of their lives.

As we started following the girl,
skirting around the gyrating bodies, Jason positioned me in front of him and
kept his hands on me at all times.

Trusting him to guide me in the right
direction, I took out my phone from the small clutch in my hands and sent a
quick text to Lucy asking if they had arrived.

By the time we made it to Devlin’s side
and the blonde gave Jason one last longing look, Lucy had texted back, saying
they were already inside. After sending one last text that asked her to meet us
at the bar area where we were, I gave all of my attention to Jason.

“Your friends are here?” he asked as
soon as I tucked my phone back into my purse.

“Yes. I told her where we are.” I looked
around me and noticed that no one was bothering Jason. No one was coming at us,
begging to take a picture with him or have him sign any of their body parts.

“Marcus?” he asked, his voice tighter
than I would’ve liked.

“No,” I said shortly and turned my eyes
to Devlin. “Are you sure it’s safe for Jason to be down here?”

Devlin let out a sexy laugh. If Jason
hadn’t been my Jason, the guy I wanted to have babies with, I would have been
content with just watching his friend. “Aww, how sweet of your little wife to
be worried about you, Jason,” he yelled to be heard.

Jason’s thumb brushed the underside of
my breast.

“So, what do you think of my new place?”
Devlin asked, opening his arms.

Sure, let’s ignore little Olive.

Despite feeling annoyed at being
dismissed again, I had to admit, his
place
did look amazing. The general
color scheme of the venue was black, white, and gold. There were white balloons
dipped in gold paint floating around the place and my hands were itching to
steal a few of them.

“It looks amazing,” I said, looking at
the female bartenders that were wearing pretty gold dresses. The guys were
wearing black slacks with white button downs, complementing the girls
perfectly. The whole concept was simple, but sexy.

“What she said,” Jason said with a sexy
chin lift.

Looking satisfied with the answer,
Devlin nodded. “What can I get you guys?” he asked, leaning toward us.

“I have to be on set tomorrow so I’ll
only have one and I’ll take that later,” Jason answered his friend before
glancing down at me.

“I’ll have a Long Island,” I murmured,
looking up at him.

God, was it a good time to lick that
dimple? Or those lips, I would have been content with licking those lips…

Smiling at me as if he could hear my
thoughts, he fitted his hand around my neck and brushed a small kiss at the
edge of my mouth.

“Happy?” he asked, showing me a bit of
his dimple.

Holding on to his forearm, I leaned up
and kissed his dimple as my answer. When I leaned back, his dimple was out full
force. Taking my drink from Devlin, I rested my back against Jason’s chest and
listened to them talk as I waited for the girls to find us.

Despite the thumping music, I heard Lucy
yelling my name before I actually saw them. Jason took my drink from my hand
before I splashed it all over my pretty dress.

“You look amazing,” I said to Lucy,
twirling her around to check out her dress. She was wearing a black lace dress
with a plunging neckline. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that short. “I’m guessing
Jameson is coming?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, but her lips tipped
up with a smile. “Maybe.”

“Maybe is good. I’ll take those odds.”
She gave me a brief hug and then I saw Char and Lily coming through the crowd
behind us.

When Char spotted me, she gave me a
small smile. For the life of me I couldn’t see anything wrong with it. Letting
go of Lucy, I hugged Char and said hi to Lily. I’d only seen her a few times
around campus, but she looked kind.

After the girls said hi to Jason and
Devlin, they ordered their drinks. When Jason’s arm sneaked around me while I
was talking to Lily, I turned my head to look at him, but his attention was on
Devlin telling him a story about their mutual friend.

“Can we talk for a few minutes when we
find a quiet spot?” Char asked, leaning toward me.

I smiled. “Of course.”

So what if they were together? I wasn’t
Marcus’ keeper, and if Char actually had feelings for him, even if they’d
started when we were dating… Well, I hoped they were happy, or at least would
be. So, I would listen to her and be okay with whatever she wanted to tell me.

“Come on. Let’s dance,” Lucy said,
pulling Lily to the dance floor with her. Motioning for me to follow, she
turned her back and started dancing with a more than ready to let loose Lily.

“Do you want me to show you the private
rooms, Jason?” Devlin asked, saving me from humiliation. As much as I loved the
atmosphere of a club, I wasn’t the best dancer out there. Sure, I could shake
my ass, do a dip, jump around, and that sort of stuff, but I wasn’t drunk
enough to jump on the dance floor quite yet.

“You can stay with your friends if you
want,” Jason said, pushing my wavy hair away from my face.

I fitted my hand into his. “No, I want
to come with you.”

After letting Char know that we were
going up to check out the private rooms, we left the girls downstairs and
followed Devlin up to the third floor where the VIP rooms were located.

“There is a security guard waiting right
outside every occupied room, and you’ll have your own bartender to prepare you
whatever you want from the bar,” Devlin said, letting us into a dimly lit room.

To my surprise it wasn’t cut off from
the rest of the club at all. At the right side of the room, there was a small
balcony with a railing where you had a bird’s eye view of the entire club.
Since the private rooms were located only on the left side of the building,
there was no way anyone could see who was in the private rooms or what they were
doing in there. I doubted anyone looking up from the dance floor could make out
anything in the dark either.

A huge leather sectional covered an
entire wall and in front of it, there was an equally big leather ottoman. The
chandelier that hung from the ceiling was the only light source in the room. In
the far left corner of the room there was a small bar, fully loaded, presumably
for those A-listers who didn’t want to waste time waiting for their drinks to
arrive.

A security guard came inside and pulled
Devlin to the corner of the room, speaking in hushed tones.

“You want to bring your friends up
here?” Jason asked, coming to my side as I took in the room. “It’s nice, but
you will be pretty isolated from the crowd, though.”

“Guys,” Devlin said, grabbing our
attention. “Is it okay if I join you later? The guys are having a problem at
the door. I better go handle that. Please, invite your friends up and use the
room in any way you want, Olive. If you call out to Anthony, who is guarding
the door, he’ll make sure to send a bartender up here.”

“Everything okay?” Jason asked.

He gave him a nod and patted him on his
shoulder. “Nothing to worry about. A few uninvited people making a ruckus
outside. I’ll come back when things are more settled down, okay?”

Devlin left and I braced myself on my
elbows on the railing as I gazed down at the dance floor. The DJ changed the
music and the dark notes of Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse” filled the space. It was
a more erotic remix of it, the bass lower and more powerful.

When I couldn’t hear Jason, I looked
over my shoulder to see him closing the door and turning the lights off. Then
he came toward me and positioned himself behind me. His arms went around my
waist and he straightened me up from the railing.

“Don’t hang over the railing like that,”
he murmured next to my ear. I turned my head and showed him my neck. When he
ghosted small kisses on my skin, I could feel his lips tip up to a smile.

“Thank you for inviting my friends,” I
said, feeling the music working its way into my bloodstream.

Jason must’ve felt the change in my mood
because his hands started traveling lower and when he got a hold of my hips, he
pulled me back and let me feel his lengthening erection.

“You look beautiful. I like your dress.”
He bit into my earlobe and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips.

“It’s one of the dresses your stylist
left with me for the London premiere.” I was wearing a black and brown
Alexander Wang V-neck dress. More than sexy, I felt beautiful in it. The hem of
the dress was also shaped in V, and there was an open slit in the back, too.
Feeling Jason’s shirt brush my bare skin through that small opening heightened
my pleasure.

“Hmmm,” Jason murmured. I guess he
didn’t care about the dress that much. “We should get your friends up here. I
don’t think I’m a fan of sharing you, but we did invite them after all.” My
toes curled in my shoes from the pleasure his words were causing.

I linked our hands together and pulled
them back up to my waist, or more like just under my breasts.

“I’ll go get them,” I said, closing my
eyes and moving my hips along with the rhythm of the music.

I didn’t want to go anywhere.

“Does my baby want to play again?” Jason
asked as he bent his head down to my neck and gently sucked on my skin.

I groaned and let him push my lower body
against the railing. “Don’t say that when we can’t do anything about it.”
Letting go of his hands, I lifted mine up and wound them around his neck.
Pulling his head down to my lips, I kissed him slowly. Then with a growl he slipped
his tongue inside my mouth and took things further.

The music pounding in my head, I already
felt drunk. The funny thing was, I had only taken a few sips from my drink.