To Love Jason Thorn (Page 17)

“Little one,” he said, softening his tone. “You couldn’t be a burden to me even if you tried.”

“Thank you. Goodbye Jason.”

Before he could say anything else, I ended the call then powered off my phone completely.

It was a childish and stupid move, but I didn’t want to risk hearing his voice again on the off chance he decided to call me back while I was busy feeling sorry for myself.

Later that night, after I had a long talk with my mom, I learned that she had asked Jason to look after me. Since he was being cast as Isaac, she had thought we would be working together. I had to explain to her that I wouldn’t be involved in the filming process.

After doing some research on the subject, I’d already learned that no director wanted the author to get in the way of how he wanted to shape the movie. He was the big dog and it would mean nothing to him whether the author was happy with the process or not.

Details of the movie aside, I wasn’t sure how I should feel about Jason helping me out as a favor to my family.

I spent some time thinking about what I should do…okay, maybe not a lot of time. After all, who in their right mind would pass up the chance of spending more time with Jason Thorn in his own house? I mean…come on. Even though I wasn’t as brave as Lucy and wouldn’t grope him at first contact, there would be no stopping me from ogling his body and that damn dimple of his.

I was done feeling sorry for myself.

“Bring it on, Jason Thorn,” I muttered with a renewed confidence in myself. After all those years, I’d become the master of loving him from far away. It would be stupid of me not to take advantage of our situation.

Reaching for my phone, I sent him a quick text letting him know that I had no classes on Thursday.

After I went through my nightly routine and returned to my room, his answering text was sitting pretty in my inbox.

Jason: I’ll pick you up at 6 PM and we’ll wait for Tom at my house. Until he can join us, please try not to bruise my ego more than you already have, little one.

I fell asleep with the biggest grin on my face.

Chapter Ten

Olive

Thursday morning, I slowly woke up from my dreamless sleep and became aware of a heavy arm lying across my stomach.

“What the hell?” I said groggily as I forced my eyes open and found Lucy sprawled all over me.

At the sound of my voice, she snuggled closer and threw one of her legs over mine.

“Lucy,” I groaned, trying unsuccessfully to push her away. “Go back to your own bed, dammit. For once let me sleep in peace.”

“I can’t,” she muttered, not even bothering to open her eyes. “Jameson fell asleep after our sexathon. I might have accidentally fried his brain. No matter what I do he won’t budge.” Her face snuggled closer to my breasts. “Mmmm. How do you make your boobs feel so soft yet so firm? I love sleeping on them. Best. Damn. Pillows. Ever.”

“I’m thinking I should sleep with my door locked from now on.”

“I can pick locks, remember?”

“Right. Well, I can’t go back to sleep with you pawing all over me so go back to your own damn bed.”

“I can’t sleep in the same bed with him.” Blindly, she patted my face. “This is comfy. You go back to sleep too, you are breathing too much.”

“Sorry to inconvenience you, you crazy octopus. Why the hell can’t you sleep in the same bed with him?”

“Because.” She stretched out the word as if she was talking to a child. “It was a one-night stand and he is breaking the rules. If I fall asleep when he is in the same bed with me, it will turn into a relationship.”

“And what is wrong with that again? You salivate every time you see the guy, not to mention this is probably the 20th time you’ve had a one-night stand with him, which isn’t the way one-night stands work at all. Have a relationship with the guy for god’s sake and save us all the trouble, please.”

“Aurmm yu sleepmy,” she mumbled, already falling asleep on me.

“Lucy!” I yelled, loud enough to wake her up.

She jolted awake, her sleepy eyes meeting mine. “What? Where are we going? Who’s dead?”

“You are about to be if you don’t get off me.”

“Tonight, you need to fuck Jason Thorn’s brains out or we’re gonna have to find someone to get you laid. Like pronto.” Huffing, she turned her back to me and comfortably settled down, hogging my pillows and muttering, “Always so selfish about her boobs.”

“I’m starting to feel sorry for Jameson.”

“Don’t. Unlike you, he got it good and hard last night.”

“Please stop talking. I don’t need the details.”

“Not giving away any details, you prude. Just saying, it was pretty satisfying, and you could use some of that satisfaction, too. I’m still sore in all the right places.”

“Got it. Thanks. Now, go back to sleep. I’m begging you.”

When there was no answer from her—which was a big surprise—I closed my eyes and hoped I would get a few more hours of sleep.

A few minutes later, Lucy spoke up. Again.

“Olive? Are you awake?”

“No,” I groaned.

“Good. Are you going to fuck Jason Thorn’s brains out tonight? Because I do want details of that. Like every little dirty detail. Is he fat and curvy? Short and fat? Veiny? Thick and long? Can you imagine how lucky you’d be if that was the case. Be honest, you never sneaked into the bathroom when he was taking a shower? I bet even at eighteen his junk was impressive.”

“Are you done? What time is it anyway?” I mumbled.

“6 AM.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Sure you will. And no, I’m not done. I want more details. I need more details. Like how does he kiss? Does he kiss the way he kissed in Fast Money or does he kiss the way he kissed in What’s Left of Me?” I could feel her turning in bed to face me, getting more into it. “I mean it’s important to know these details, you know? What’s the reality? Will he gently cup your face when he kisses you? Or will he thread his fingers through your hair and roughly hold you against his body?

“You’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this, haven’t you?” I asked finally.

“Who the hell doesn’t?”

“If I ever find out any of it, I’ll make sure to let you know so you can die in peace. Can we please go to sleep now?”

“Can I spoon you?”

“Will it get you to sleep faster?”

“Promise.”

“Just the arm.”

“Just the arm,” she repeated.

She snuggled closer and slowly put her arm around my waist. “Thank you.”

Trying to be as gentle as possible with my words, I said, “I think Jameson is a keeper, Lucy.” Under the tough exterior she showed to the world was the sweetest and most romantic girl I’d ever known. She was even mushier than I was, and that was saying something. The only problem was that she never trusted a man enough to show her weaknesses. Despite that, the guy sleeping in the room right next to us was proving to be a stubborn one. I always liked a guy who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to tough it out until he got it. In this case, my money was on Jameson.

“And I think we need to come up with a plan on what you should do with Jason Thorn.” I started to protest, but she talked over me. “No, hear me out. You are a knockout who has brains, and you already have a connection there.”