To Love Jason Thorn (32 page)

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Authors: Ella Maise

Holding on to my hand, she took the narrow
steps up and entered the trailer.

“Holy crap, Jason. I’m in love with your
home, but this…this is pretty close to love too.”

Wanting to feel her body close to mine, I
wrapped my arms around her abdomen and rested my head on top of hers. When she
placed her hands over mine, I was grinning like a kid.

Get it together, man.

“This is the lounge area,” I explained,
standing next to the white leather sectional. I took a few steps forward,
shuffling her with me. “Through here, there is the makeup station/office area
and a small kitchenette, as you can see.” I took a small step forward and let
my hips rest against her so she could feel how much I was affected by our
closeness. I heard her quick intake of breath when my erection nestled against
her fucking fantastic ass.

Better speed this up.

“Through the other door, there is a
bathroom and wardrobe area. Upstairs there is a screening room.” Done with the
tour, I turned her in my arms, pushed a button on the wall to close the door
that separated the lounge area from the office space, and backed her up against
it.

By then, I was more than ready to have her
again.

Touching my lips to hers, I waited to see
what she would do. She kissed me back, but it was softer than what I wanted.
Not wanting to scare her away on day one, I kept it soft, but still let my
tongue out to play with hers. By the time we were done, she was breathless and
I could see red flames in her green eyes.

My voice was huskier than I expected when I
spoke. “Are you okay with everything that’s been happening?”

Seeing her red, swollen lips did something
to me, so I reached up and traced her soft lips with my thumb.

She avoided looking at me but nodded her
head. I leaned in closer and whispered into her hair. “Can you look at me,
baby?”

Then she did, and fuck me, but she was
beautiful. I went for her lips again, and this time she was just as eager as I
was.

Her hand timidly reached under my shirt and
she rested it against my stomach. Involuntarily, I thrust my hips into hers.
Before I could lift her up and take her to the couch, someone started pounding
on the door.

“Jason, Tanner needs to talk to you about
some changes he wants to make in the first scene.”

 “I’ll be right there!” I yelled.

I rested my forehead against Olive’s and
sighed. Focusing on her parted lips, I discreetly rearranged myself. “I don’t think
I can make it more than a few hours without having you again,” I whispered over
my frantic heartbeat.

What was happening to me?

“Go,” she said, taking her hand away from
my skin and placing it on my chest, over my shirt. “I’ll snoop around in your
trailer some more. Your tour was pretty lame.”

“All you need to focus on is me, woman.”

She laughed and halfheartedly pushed at my
chest. “Go. Will you come back and take me to watch the first scene?”

Reluctantly, I let her go and rubbed my
face. “Let me check the call sheet.”

She came to the table with me and looked at
the paper over my arm. “Oh, the first scene is the same one you read at the
audition. I thought it would be the first time they saw each other on the empty
street.”

“Movies are almost never shot in sequence.
Since I’m in LA and don’t have any other shoots, they don’t have to schedule
the scenes around me, but I think Lindsay has another commitment and she’ll
have to be away from the set on certain days. They’ll want to take care of the
scenes we have together first.”

“Ok,” she said, her eyes still taking in
the call sheet. I smiled and handed it to her.

“Do you want to keep it, maybe?”

“Yes!” She ripped it out of my hands and
turned her back to me.

I laughed and pulled away her hair so I
could brush a small kiss on her neck. “I’ll be back to get you for the first
scene, sweetheart. Be good.”

Why couldn’t I keep my hands and lips away
from her?

Twenty minutes later, I headed back to the
trailer and collected Olive so the PA could drive us to the location.

Leaving Olive to sit on my chair behind the
cameras, I took my place in front of them. Half an hour later, Lindsay was in
place and we were ready to start.

Before the director could call out
action,
I glanced back at the spot where I had left Olive, but I could barely make
out her face with all the lights that were directed at us. Closing my eyes, I
relaxed my body and thought about Isaac. Hearing Olive’s voice in my mind, I
took in every detail she’d given me about him. She had sounded like she was
actually in love with him, but I understood that kind of commitment all too
well. She wouldn’t be a good writer if she couldn’t fall for her characters,
the good and the bad.

I relaxed my shoulders and let out a deep
breath. When I opened my eyes and looked at Evie, I was Isaac, the Isaac Olive
had given her heart to.


Action!
” Tanner yelled.

It all began.

 

***

 

Two hours of shooting later, I found myself
next to Olive, gripping her hand tightly, her grip on mine just as strong.

“I have an hour in between takes,” I said
as I checked the watch on my wrist. “You want to head back to the trailer? I
could use some quiet.” I needed to get her alone.

She followed me without a peep.

The PA dropped us off at the craft service
station and I got myself coffee and Olive some tea. Since the trailer wasn’t
far away, I sent the PA away so I could have Olive to myself as we walked the
short distance.

A big group of people exited one of the
warehouses that was on the way to my trailer and swarmed around us. We had to
slow down our steps and let them pass toward the small fake town. I figured
they must have been taking a break from shooting.

When Olive suddenly stopped moving, I
halted and glanced back at her.

“What’s going on?” I asked as she jerked
her hand from mine and started waving it in front of her face. “Olive, what are
you doing?”

“Is that a bee?” she squeaked, hurriedly
backing away.

“I guess so. Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, there are more!” she yelled and
jumped on the bench that was closest to her.

By then a few people had stopped and
started watching her, trying to understand what the commotion was about.

I jogged to her side. “Olive stop jumping,
you’re gonna fall and break your neck.”

“Jason! Jason, you have to help me!”

Yup, there were only two bees, though these
two were persistent suckers.

“Baby,” I said, chuckling. “Quit waving
your hands around and jumping away if you don’t want them to sting you.”

“They’re coming after me! How can I stop!
Get them away from me, please.”

“Okay.” I sighed and caught her behind her
knees. Without hesitation, she jumped into my arms and wrapped herself around
me, her face hiding in my neck.

She whimpered and I had to bite back my
laugh.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of bees,
Olive.”

“Are they gone?” she whispered into my neck.
I could barely make out her words.

“Actually, they are still flying around,
but I won’t let them get to you, don’t worry. No one’s taking you away from me,
not even these evil bees.”

She groaned, but her hold on me was more
relaxed. “Don’t make fun of me. I’ve never been stung by a bee, so if they
sting me, I might die within minutes.”

This time I couldn’t hold it back; I
laughed, tightening my hold on her waist so I wouldn’t drop her. Feeling eyes
on us, I glanced behind me and saw a few people taping the whole spectacle with
their phones.

Great
. More
media coverage was exactly what we needed.

“I’m probably allergic. That must be why
they are waiting to get to me. Are they gone? If not, wave your hands so they
won’t get close to us.” Olive was oblivious to what was happening around us so
I quickened my pace, knowing she wouldn’t want to be filmed while wrapped
around me. Also, even if it made me a bastard, I liked her wrapped around me.
If they filmed it, photographed it…so what? She was my wife after all.

“I’m pretty sure if I wave my hands around
that’ll only piss them off more, and then they’ll steal you away from me.”

Lightly, she hit my shoulder and muttered,
“I said don’t make fun of me. I’m dead serious.”

I patted her ass and smiled into her hair.
“I know, baby. It’s okay, we’re almost at the trailer. I’ll protect you.”

“Are we going to the hospital?”

“Olive, they didn’t even touch you,
sweetheart.”

“But what if one of them is in my hair? If
he is anywhere near my head, I’ll be dead in seconds.”

Her nose was tickling my neck, but then I
felt something different.

“Olive?”

“Yes,” she mumbled back.

“Did you just sniff me?”

Her body tightened again. “No. No. I
sniffled
.
I was checking to see if I was about to cry. You know, readying myself just in
case.”

“I see.”

My body shaking with laughter, I managed to
open the door to our trailer and carried my wife inside. Walking toward the
couch, I gently lay her down on it.

With a smile glued to my face, I looked
down at her. She genuinely looked scared. Pushing her bangs away from her eyes,
I said, “Don’t move a muscle, beautiful.”

Before I could extract myself from her
arms, her hand reached up and touched my dimple. Tilting my head, I kissed her
finger and left her side so I could go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I
had kissed Lindsay, or I should say Evie, a total of twenty times. I didn’t
want the lingering taste of her in my mouth. It wasn’t that Lindsay wasn’t a
professional about it, I just wanted Olive’s taste back.

As soon as I was done, I was crawling on
top of her and reaching for her lips. She hadn’t said anything about the
filming, and while I was curious to hear what she thought about the scenes we
had shot, kissing her was higher on my priority list.

Nudging her lips open, I sneaked my tongue
inside her mouth and gently tilted her head back so I could sink into her. I
didn’t know how long I kissed her liked that, drinking her in, memorizing her
scent, but when I slid my erection against the seam of her leggings, her little
moan reached through the thick fog that was blinding me.

Ending the kiss, I rested my forehead on
hers and listened to her heavy breathing.

“What did you think?” I asked in a heavy
voice when I could think more clearly.

“You were amazing,” she whispered as she
looked into my eyes with her heart shining right at the edges.

Amused, I asked, “Lindsay?”

She made a cute, funny face. “I think I’m
okay with the fictional Evie having her happy ending with Isaac, but watching
it in real life…actually watching her kiss you soooo many times, and from so
many different angles? Not so sure about that.”

I laughed and kissed her again.

“That’s why I was dying to get you back
here. I think I prefer to kiss the author.”

“How does it work exactly? I mean, how can
you not feel something for her and then go ahead and kiss her like that?”

“Like…what?”

“Like you wanted to eat her up?”

“I want to eat you up, Olive. Can I?”

“I’m serious, though.”

“Baby, nothing about those kisses was
intimate. Didn’t you see how many times we had to stop to make sure the
director was happy with the angle and the lighting? It’s Isaac and Evie kissing
at that moment, not Lindsay and Jason. Now, I really want it to be Jason and
Olive kissing,” I murmured into her ear and left a trail of small kisses on her
neck.

Arching her neck to get more, she lifted
her hips.

I groaned and pushed her hips back down to
the couch with my hand. “I’m afraid if we start with that, I won’t be able to
get back to the set.”

Ignoring my warning, she pulled me down by
my neck and kissed the fuck out of me.

By the time there was someone banging on
the door, I was fucking her through our clothes.

I wrenched my lips away from hers and
snarled at whoever the hell was at the door.

“Starting the scene in ten, Jason!” someone
yelled from the other side. It sounded like the AD.

I rested my head on Olive’s shoulder. “Be
there in a minute.”

Watching how fast her chest was rising and
falling gave me immense pleasure.
I
did that to her.
I
took her
breath away.

Pushing up with my hands, I looked down at
her flushed face. Her eyes were dilated.

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