To Love Jason Thorn (Page 51)

“You should take Olive home, Jason,” Lucy said, still holding the door open for us. “She is shivering.” I looked down at Olive and saw that her arms were covered in goose bumps.

Not meeting Marcus’ gaze again, I said a quick thank you to Lucy and drove back home as fast as I could so I could get Olive back in her bed, where she belonged.

***

Parking my car in the garage, I rested against my seat and let out a deep breath. Olive was curled up next to me, snoring softly. Rounding the car, I opened the door and called her name.

“Olive, we’re home. Wake up sweetheart.”

“Go away,” she mumbled without even opening her eyes, keeping her back turned to me.

“Olive, baby, can you help me so we can get in the house and go to bed?”

No answer.

Ok then…

I leaned down and carefully cradled her in my arms again. She didn’t even hesitate to put her arms around my neck and snuggle closer.

“You’re so warm,” she mumbled, her lips moving in a soft caress against the skin of my neck, causing me to grind my teeth together to keep myself from moaning or worse… A moment later, she fell asleep in my arms.

Getting a barely conscious Olive back in the house proved to be harder than I’d thought it would be. When I finally did manage to get us inside without any permanent damage, I faltered between the doors of our rooms. I should’ve put her on her own bed, but I wanted to keep an eye on her throughout the night, just in case she got worse. From what I could smell, she’d had more than just a bottle of champagne on her own.

When I put her on my bed, she didn’t even open her eyes to see where she was. I reached out and switched on the small bedside lamp just so I could see if she was all right. The soft yellow light illuminated the room and helped me to see Olive’s face more clearly. My eyes fell on her clothes, and I tried to decide if I should take them off. Deciding against it pretty quickly, I rubbed the back of my neck and let her be, heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I returned to the room and found her trying to unbutton her jeans and not doing a very good job of it, though she had been successful with taking of her shirt—thankfully, her bra was still on. It was another lacy number where I could see through and make out her aroused nipples, but at that point anything was better than nothing.

“Olive, stop.” I hurried to her side and put my hand on hers. “Stop.”

A small line appeared between her brows and she squinted at me. “Hot. I want it off.” For good measure, she kicked her legs and fumbled with the fly of her jeans.

I slapped my palm on my forehead and turned off the light before I reached for her jeans.

As my fingers made contact with her soft skin of her stomach, a tingle went through my spine and I had to close my eyes. My dick twitched in my briefs, cursing me.

I wholeheartedly agreed.

Now that she had decided to be helpful, she tilted up her hips into my hands and helped me ease the jeans off down her legs. I kept my eyes away from her body the whole time. To stay busy, I turned my back to her, folded her jeans, and put them on my dresser. Then I reached for the shirt she had thrown right across the room and folded that too.

When I faced the bed, I could easily make out Olive’s form lying on her face right in the middle. Her panties were white lace too. They looked wonderful on her full, rounded ass. Nothing flat on my Olive. Nothing whatsoever.

For a moment, when I could finally peel my eyes away from her ass, I wondered if she enjoyed sleeping sprawled across the bed just to torture me, because it sure seemed like she did. I picked up an old shirt of mine from my closet to put on her. As hot as she seemed to think the room was, I didn’t think she would be very happy to find herself in just her underwear when she woke up.

It wouldn’t hurt me to have her covered up either.

Bringing back a glass of water from the kitchen, I woke her up so she could take a few sips. Instead of taking the glass from my hands, she closed her own over mine and drank it all in a few big gulps, all the while grumbling to herself.

As soon as she was done, she plopped onto the pillows again. After struggling with the covers, I managed to pull the shirt over her and sighed in relief.

That wasn’t so hard now was it?

Getting into bed was much easier for me. I made sure to stay on the far side of the bed and kept my eyes on Olive to make sure she was still breathing. I must have fallen asleep because I jolted awake when I felt Olive’s hair tickling my arm. When I looked down she was lying half over me and…was she…rubbing herself on my leg?

Christ!

I groaned and reached down to grab her thigh, but in a maneuver you wouldn’t expect from a drunk she had managed to climb onto my stomach.

“Olive,” I hissed when I felt the dampness of her underwear on my lower stomach. Her eyes half open, she glanced down at me and drowsily asked, “Are we having sexy yet?”

Despite the dangerous situation I had found myself in, I chuckled and then let it turn into a groan when Olive’s hips started to move over me. I tightened my fingers on her thighs and stopped her. If she did another downward move, my dick would be in hot water.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

“I wanna consummate now.”

I groaned louder and closed my eyes so I could focus for a second. Olive’s small hands landed on my chest and she started to bunch up my shirt. “Off,” she ordered.

“Nothing is coming off,” I said, finally coming to my senses and gently tipping her off my body and back onto the bed. Instead of fighting me on it like I expected her to, she sighed and muttered, “I need it.” Then she started to lift off her own shirt.

I gripped the hem and pulled it down. “Your clothes are staying on too, Olive.”

“But I want it so much, Jason.” She looked at me in the dark, her eyes glazed and her forehead puckered. Her hands let go of the shirt and found their way to my lips, then my cheeks. “I used to love watching you smile,” she whispered, half closing her eyes as if she was imagining our childhood. Her face took on a wistful expression. “I used to look at you when I was sure no one would notice and just wait for it to appear. Your dimple, I mean. It made me so giddy. Will you show it to me, now? Lucy said I should lick it.” She lifted her eyebrows. “Can I?”

Shaking my head, I smiled. “Sweetheart, you are drunk. How about we go to sleep?”

She huffed and punched the mattress lightly. “But I want…”

“What do you want?” I asked distractedly as I brushed away the strands of hair she was trying to blow away from her face.

“I want Jason.” She uttered the words so softly and in such a way that it reminded me of a girl making a birthday wish, eyes closing tightly just before blowing out all the candles. Such an innocent and simple wish, yet all the more powerful to render someone speechless.

Then just like that, a switch went off and her voice turned husky. “I want to come.” Whimpering softly, she lifted her hips off the bed.

“Olive, you have no idea what you’re saying. Let’s go to sleep so you can sober up, okay?”

“Can you give me my toy, Jason who is not Jason? I really need it.” Before I could ask what the hell she was talking about she grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand into her underwear.

Death.

Pure, sweet death.

I was going to burn in flames, both in hell and in life.