To Love Jason Thorn (Page 71)

“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.