To Love Jason Thorn

I let Jason pull me behind him as we exited the bar and came face to face with a handful of paparazzi swarming us. The biggest grin I’d ever sported in my life fell off my face and I reached for Lucy’s hand so she wouldn’t fall behind as the flashes started to go off inches away from our faces. Jason’s hand tightened on mine and he slowed his pace, falling a step behind us to herd us toward the private parking lot. I glanced at Lucy and saw that she was keeping her eyes down and trying to keep up with our almost running pace in her spiked high heels.

The paps kept asking me questions instead of Jason, and I felt my panic spike when they started to close in on us. When one of them—a blond guy with the complete surfer look—got a little too close for my comfort and caused me to almost knock Lucy down in my haste to get away from him, Jason let go of my hand and shoved the paparazzo with a not-so-gentle push on his shoulder. I let Lucy pull me closer, but Jason had stopped walking to face the man, so we had to stop, too.

“Don’t put your hands on me, man,” the guy said with a half growl as he lowered his camera. “Just doing my job here and taking a few pics of the pretty ladies.”

Was he goading Jason?

“I don’t care what the fuck your job is. I don’t want you getting in her face.”

I curled my hand around Jason’s arm and tried to force him to keep walking before things escalated between them.

The jerk smirked and said, “Ease up man, maybe she needs someone to get in her face. I hear you’re not quite doing it for her.”

A few of the others let out low chuckles and kept taping the whole thing. They were eating it all up. Jason took a step forward, and then another as his muscles kept tensing underneath my hand where I was trying not so successfully to hold him back.

“Olive, do something or he’s going to lose it,” Lucy murmured urgently in my ear.

“Jason,” I said sharply when I saw his hands had balled into fists. “We need to go.”

His eyes still on the smirking idiot and his jaw set, he gave me a sharp nod and started forward again. The paps kept following us and even though they were keeping their distance this time around, the questions kept circling around my reaction to his lackluster kiss at the premiere.

I was half tempted to stop walking and just fling myself in his arms so we could have a repeat of our first kiss—obviously the one we’d just had that night, because there was no way I was accepting the premiere kiss as my first from him—and shut them the hell up, but getting out of there as fast as possible seemed like a better idea.

Maybe I’d have a chance to maul him in public some other time?

Reaching the car and driving away from the small crowd didn’t help Jason loosen up at all. As much as Lucy did her best to lighten our moods, Jason didn’t utter more than a few words.

As soon as we dropped Lucy off, Jason reached for his phone and called his publicist without speaking a word to me.

“Megan. Yeah. Sorry for interrupting. I’m calling to give you a heads up. A few people from the crew took videos of Olive and me kissing on stage. Yeah, we were at the crew party. Fine.”

I quickly realized that I didn’t like them doing damage control about something that was so damn near magical to me. Rubbing my hands on my thighs, I turned my head and watched the cars passing by us.

I wondered where they were going, who they were going to reach at the end of their journey. Maybe they weren’t going anywhere, just sailing through life.

You’re not even making any sense, Olive. Shut up your babbling mind.

“Yeah, I know,” Jason clipped. “We didn’t promise exclusivity to the magazine with the marriage thing. Sure. Go ahead and make a comment on the videos then. No. That’s not all.”

He paused before letting out a big sigh. I felt like an intruder listening in on their conversation, but it wasn’t like I could get away to give them privacy either.

The best day of my life was slowly being ruined by damage control.

“Someone must have tipped off the paps because a small group of them was waiting for us when we left early. One of them got a little too close to Olive so I gave him a shove.”

I closed my eyes and rested my head on the window.

“No. He damn near tripped her,” Jason shouted suddenly. Despite being right next to him, I couldn’t hear what Megan was saying. I could hear her rising voice all right, but I couldn’t make out her words.

“I’m not apologizing,” Jason growled at her. “I won’t have anyone crowd her just because she is too polite to tell them to back off. I called to give you a heads up. Now you know. Do whatever you want with it.”

With those last words, he hung up on her.

For the rest of the ride, he didn’t speak to me, so I didn’t think it would be a good idea to force a conversation on him. Maybe he was already regretting kissing me? Or maybe he had been playing and I was too dense to notice we were acting? Could he be that cruel? Or maybe he was angry about the paps mentioning the photo from the premiere that made so many headlines…

If he was angry about that, I didn’t know how to fix it. I’d waited for him to say something about it the day the picture had gone online, but I was too chicken shit to mention it on my own. When he didn’t bring it up and chose to act like nothing was wrong…well, why poke the bear right? However, maybe if I apologized, he would soften at least enough to speak again.

Gaah… He was making both my heart and my head hurt with his loud silence.

We spotted the paparazzi lying in wait in front of his house the moment he turned the corner onto his street.

“Damn it!” Jason growled, speeding up toward the gate before they could get between the car and the gate and block our entrance.

I shielded my face with my hand as they started to light up their flashes to get a glimpse into the car. I had no idea if they could see through the black windows or not, but in any case I wasn’t in the mood to force a smile.

Jason managed to get us in without any problems.

“Either there is something new going on that we don’t know about, or they know we’re married,” Jason said as he drove the car up the driveway.

Soundlessly, I nodded in agreement.

After the short ride up, when we were safely tucked away from unwanted eyes, I jumped out as soon as the car was parked.

Jason had given me my own key to the house, but I still waited for him to let us in. No matter what he said, this little palace was his, not mine. I was more like a glorified roommate than a wife.

When Jason came up next to me, I avoided eye contact and waited for him to unlock the door.

Truth be told, I had planned to run to my room and hide there for a few months, but as soon as we walked in and Jason closed the door behind us, he grabbed my hand and pinned me to the wall.

My breath came out in a whoosh as my back hit the wall, hard.

“Jason,” I gasped, shocked.

He captured my face in his hands and my heart skyrocketed when I saw the look on his face.

“Do it again,” he growled.

My eyes on his, my breathing hard, I quietly asked, “Do what, Jason?”

“Kiss me like that. Again.” It almost sounded like a threat.

I swallowed and looked down at his lips. “That wasn’t me,” I whispered, my voice barely functioning. “You kissed me.” I fisted my hands and pressed them against the wall. My body was shaking with years of want and need for him.

God, I’d wanted this boy to look at me like he was looking at me at that moment ever since I’d learned about how a boy should kiss a girl. He was my perfect guy.

“Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said as he ran his nose against my neck, breathing me in. He was breathing me in! “That was all you.”

His lips ghosted over mine and I took a quick, sharp breath. When he backed off an inch or two, taking his warmth away, I found myself going after him like a puppet being played.

He tilted his head. “Kiss me, Olive,” he repeated again, his eyes locked on mine.

Starved for him, I launched myself into his arms. My arms went around his neck and I roughly pulled him down to my lips. That was all the invitation he needed. He pushed me back against the wall and let me take what I wanted.

When I tilted my head to deepen the kiss and tasted his tongue on mine, he groaned. Bending down, his hand reached under my skirt for the curve of my ass and he hoisted me up against the wall.

I squealed into his mouth, but he didn’t break our kiss. That was the point where he took over and gave me something I’d never had with any other guy.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tighter, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling on them slightly.

He groaned, a sound that was so rough and delicious that it vibrated through me and caused even more heat to pool between my legs, an area that was now in close contact with his jean-clad cock. I tightened my legs around him, dying to get a little more friction against his hardness. As if he knew what I needed, his hands tightened on my ass and he thrust his hips right where I needed him. Pronto!

He broke our kiss and I took a big gulp of air as he grazed my jawline with his teeth and then moved down over my throat. His breathing was just as erratic as mine was. When he gave me another thrust, hitting the—perfect—spot, I gasped and threw my head back, hitting the wall with a thud that probably caused me to lose more than a few brain cells.

Being kissed by him was worth every one.

Then his lips were on mine and suddenly we were moving. I held his face in my hands and took as much as I could from his lips. I didn’t even care where he was taking me as long as he kept kissing me like that.

When my ass hit something solid, I opened my eyes and looked around while Jason’s hands were working to get off my panties under my skirt. We were in the kitchen area and I was sitting on the kitchen island.

Hot!

I was about to score big time!

The panties got caught up in my shoes and he practically snapped them off, startling another gasp from me. The lights coming from his backyard were enough for me to see his dark eyes burning with heat. Heat for me. His big hands kept caressing my thighs, but otherwise he let me have my look as we panted, out of breath.

His eyes still on me, he licked his lips, slipped his hands in between my thighs, and spread them wide open, making space for his body.

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his. Our eyes were open and I was falling so deep with him—no turning back, done for life deep.

“Will you be wet for me when I touch you?” he whispered against my mouth. His fingers were toying with me, caressing an imaginary trail from my knee up toward my pussy, never quite touching, but getting too damn close for me to sit absolutely still.

My heart beating out of my chest, I nodded. “So wet,” I whispered.

“Good,” he muttered in a thick voice, and finally, finally his fingertips touched me right there.

My eyes closed. I moaned and threw my head back.

His hand left me and he cupped my neck, bringing my forehead back to rest against his.

“No, baby. I want you to look into my eyes when I make you come. I want you to remember.”

As if I could ever forget him touching me…

He gave me his finger again, but this time, he didn’t caress or play. He pushed two of his fingers inside me, literally taking my breath away, and pressed his thumb firmly against my clit.

My legs shaking, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn’t moving and I needed him to move really bad. It wasn’t going to take more than a few seconds for me to come. A few thrusts and I was going to lose it.

“Please,” I whispered and cupped his face, staring into his eyes like he wanted me to do.

“You want me?” he asked, his voice unrecognizable.

“Yes,” I sighed. I’d wanted him for years. I’d longed for him when he was sleeping in my brother’s room, so close but still far away. Then when years had passed, I’d longed for him secretly, watching his movies, holding him close to my heart even when he was impossible for me to have. “Yes,” I repeated with more feeling.

“Then kiss me, Olive.”

This time, I didn’t hesitate. Holding his face to my lips, I kissed him softly. His fingers gave me a small thrust and his thumb rubbed my clit, just as softly as my kiss. I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Tilting his head with my hands, I kissed him deeper. It was still soft, but I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth to taste all of him, to play with his tongue.

His fingers started thrusting deeper, my wetness seeping out of me all around his fingers, and I mewled into his mouth as I tried to push my hips forward to take more of him.

When he hit a specific spot, I tore my mouth away from his and held on to his shoulders, my fingers curling in.

“Holy crap,” I whispered, spreading my thighs wider. “Jason.”

Warmth started to creep all over my body, every inch of my skin erupting in goose bumps. I was almost there, so I told him exactly that.

“I’m so close,” I murmured, my eyes close.

He added another finger into me and I arched my back.

So fucking close.

It was going to be one of those long, intense orgasms. Nothing crazy, at least nothing too crazy, but still one of those sweet, I’m burning all over in a good way kind of orgasms.

He gave me his fingers with slow, deep thrusts as his thumb ghosted over my clit, making me practically lose my mind.

Letting go of his shoulders, I leaned back and propped myself on my hands, opening my legs even wider, asking for more.

“Jason, please,” I mumbled when he didn’t quicken his pace and let me fly.

“You need it hard?” he asked with a low growl to his voice.

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what you like.”

I opened my eyes and gazed at him, barely holding myself together. To hear the friction his fingers were causing, to know that he was aware of how wet I was for him… Knowing I was blushing, just a little, I spoke when I was still getting lost in his intense gaze. “Harder. Faster.”

That was all he needed. His fingers went deeper, his thumb pressing harder. A soft moan escaped from my lips, mixed with his name, and I felt it happen. It started right between my legs and spread through my entire body. My toes twitched and I groaned louder as Jason kept thrusting in deeper, stretching me open and pulling more and more out of me.

It lasted longer than any other orgasm I’d ever had, and it was just with his fingers.

I was more than ready to try out his cock.

When I found it in me to open my eyes and look at Jason, he was a sight to see.

Breath uneven, eyes blazing, he kept working me until the last tremors left my body. Then he took his fingers out of me and his hand went behind my back, pulling me to his waiting lips.

His kiss was savage. We bit each other, licked each other, completely devoured each other. We took as much as we gave. It was amazing. The best of the best. I thought it couldn’t get any better.

Twisting my hair around his hand, he pulled my head back. I knew my cheeks were flushed and my lips were swollen, but I needed more. I was hungry for more of him.

I let my hand slowly drop from his shoulders to his chest, then toward the thick bulge in his jeans, the bulge I could barely make out in the dark. When he realized where my hand was going, he caught my wrist and stopped me.

“Not done with you yet.”

With those words, he took off my shirt and gazed at my full breasts slightly spilling out of my bra.

His hands reached for my breasts, but he didn’t take the bra off of me. Instead, he cupped them, slightly lifting their weight up as if he was sizing them.

“I want to do so many things to you, Olive,” he said when he could take his eyes off my breasts.

“I want you to do so many things to me,” I whispered back, my heart picking up speed.

He quirked his eyebrow. “Do you, now?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll do every single thing that is possible to do to you. Is that good for you, little one?”

My brain tingled. I was starting to love how he sounded when he was calling me ‘little one’. I nodded. Finding a little courage, I added, “I want everything, Jason.”

His eyes went half-closed and his lips kicked up at the edges. “And I want just you, Olive. Lie down, then. You made a mess on my fingers and I need to clean you up.”

I flushed and hesitated for a second. Should I apologize?

“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, noticing my reluctance to lie down.

When I was in his face again, he cupped my cheek and kissed my tingling lips, coaxing me to open up to him.

“Will you let me taste you? Because your scent is making me crazy and I need to lick you up pretty bad.” he whispered into my mouth.

While I was distracted, his fingers pulled down the cups of my bra and he twisted my nipple with one hand, causing me to groan and whimper.

When our lips parted, he spoke gruffly. “Lie down for me, baby.”

I did. A little timidly maybe, but my back still hit the island.

Jason spread my legs open and stared down at me, his eyes moving over my breasts, and then slowly down.

He nudged my pussy open with two of his knuckles, spreading my wetness all over. Then with a slow slide of his fingers, he spread what was left on them over my nipples.

When his mouth closed around the hard peak and he sucked, my eyes fluttered closed and an electric shock ran through my body, causing me to twitch. While he was still devouring my breasts, licking and biting, he gently lifted my legs and pulled them over his shoulder, letting the backs of my knees rest on his shoulders.

Then his hands held my hips and his head dipped lower, biting and licking on his way. When he had finally reached his goal, I was a quivering mess.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, his hot breath on my sensitive flesh doing all kinds of things to me.

Then he licked me, from bottom to top, pressing his tongue firmly against my clit and then swirling it around. I arched my neck and swallowed.

Looking at me as he dropped small kisses on the inside of my thigh, he asked, “How many men have you let touch you like this?”

“What?”

“How many men have gotten to see you like this? All wet, hot, and pink?”

Dammit… Again with the blushing. I had dated three guys in total and apart from Marcus, you could barely call them men. One was from high school after Jason had left us. The other one I’d only dated for a few months my first year in college. Out of all of them, Marcus was the only one who had gone down on me, so how did I even answer his question?

He quirked his eyebrow. “You’re counting?” His mouth lowered and he sucked my clit.

My body quivered again.

I shook my head. “No. I just…I’m not sure how to answer.”

He pushed a single finger inside me and waited for my answer.

“Only one went down on me,” I said softly.

“Marcus,” he guessed menacingly.

I wasn’t going to answer that.

He added another finger. “Jason,” I whispered, a new orgasm already looming ahead.

“From now on, he doesn’t get to touch a single hair on your head,” he growled from between my legs and started lapping up all my juices. My body shuddered and my hands reached for his hair, my fingers roughly grabbing anything that was long enough to hold on to.

I couldn’t decide if I was more turned on by the fact that there was a legitimate possibility of him being jealous of Marcus or by how good he was with his tongue—probably a healthy mix of the two.

His licks become firmer and he started to swirl his tongue around my clit as his stubble did wonders, scraping against my tender flesh. Lifting my hips up to his mouth, I moaned and my fingers tightened in his hair, holding him down.

Realizing what I was doing, I quickly let go and Jason stopped what he was doing.

I’m telling you, he was making magic.

“Don’t hesitate with me. Not now, Olive,” he said, lifting his head from between my legs. His lips were all red and glistening. I wanted to devour him, and I was planning to. “Grab on to my hair and do whatever the hell you want to do to me.”

Ovaries explosion!

I lifted my hands and threaded my fingers through his hair again, slightly gripping. His eyes held mine captive the entire time. I had a feeling he needed to have me as much as I needed to have him, which was mind-boggling.

His tongue stroked through my folds and I started to have trouble keeping my hips down. He yanked me forward, my ass almost resting on the edge.

When he covered my clit with his mouth and started to suck in pulses, I cried out his name, pushing and pulling at his head.

It was too much.

“Jason…I can’t…oh, god…you have to stop.”

He pushed two of his fingers back inside, curled them up, and found my G-spot. I fell over the edge again, just like that. Legs twitching, body shaking, my cries ringing in my ears…I’d like to think it was a beautiful sight, but I knew it wasn’t. Finding purchase on his shoulders, I lifted my hips up and down, trying to prolong it as much as I could.

When it was all done and I stopped contracting around his fingers, all my bones had fallen out of my body and I had become a very happy noodle.

Jason’s head lifted from between my legs, but not before he gave me one, last, slow lick, sending a slight tremor throughout my body. When I felt his lips against mine, I smiled lazily and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

He moaned and let me play with his mouth for as long as I wanted.

Then I was in his arms again, my legs barely wrapped around his back, one arm circling his neck, the other gripping his hair in a tight fist, and we were moving.

I was as high as a kite, all dopey and smiley. I doubt I would’ve minded if he’d taken me to hell in his arms.

When my back hit a soft mattress and I bounced, I opened my eyes to see that he had brought me to his room.

There was just enough light coming from outside for me to watch him take off his shirt and then go for his jeans. While he kept his eyes on me, I propped myself up on my hands and chose to watch him undress for me.

Those abs…

Second Ovaries explosion.

I had a very detailed plan of how I was going to lick and kiss every line.

“Move up, Olive,” he said, gesturing with his chin before he took off his briefs.

And it was a good thing, too, because I wasn’t sure if I could watch him take off his briefs and not say something that would surely embarrass me, so I pushed myself up toward the pillows. The moment I was settled down, Jason was crawling on top of me, his hands on either side of my face.

When our gazes met…

I was a goner.

His eyes still staring down at me, he reached to his left and opened a drawer, presumably taking out a condom—I’d already gone through his room and knew that’s where he had a few of them lying around.

He put the edge of the foil packet in my mouth and pulled it away when I had it between my teeth.

“Put it on me, Olive,” he murmured against my neck, dropping the condom on my stomach.

How was I supposed to move my arms or any part of my body when he was kissing and licking my skin like that? When I didn’t move, he nudged my neck with his nose.

“Please, Olive. I can barely hold it together.”

With shaky hands, I reached for the condom I couldn’t see, and then reached down and touched something hard and thick, something that bobbed. Before I could attempt to put it on him, Jason’s lips were on mine and he was groaning into my mouth. Forgetting about the condom, I slipped my arms around his shoulders, but before I could get into it, he stopped and pulled his lips away.

“Don’t stop. Put it on, baby.” His voice was so thick, so seductive.

“But, how am I—”

His pushed my legs open with his knees and then his cock was stroking my pussy.

Oh my god…

I groaned and let my legs open wider for him.

“If you want me inside you, look at me and put it on,” he repeated again.

Barely holding his stare, I reached down and grabbed the thick length of his cock, stroking it once, twice.

Growling deep in his throat, Jason bit on my neck, gently sucking the skin.

Because I was dying to have him inside me, I stopped playing and slowly rolled the condom on him.

And rolled.

And rolled.

And rolled.

Holy crap!

The moment my fingers left him, Jason pushed his hips forward and the head of his cock pushed at my opening. I gasped with equal amounts of pleasure and pain.

From somewhere in the house, Jason’s phone started ringing.

“Don’t think about it,” he murmured and pushed in a little bit deeper.

I didn’t think about it. I arched my neck and moaned quite loudly.

“More?” he asked in between my heavy breathing.

“Yess,” I moaned as he kept pushing in without waiting for my answer. Then he was retreating and easing back in again.

My body getting used to him, I tried to hold his stare to let him see how good it felt to have him go deep in my body.

When the head of his cock hit that magical spot, my eyes fluttered closed and he stopped moving. No retreating. No pushing back in.

I was completely full, in every way that counted. It felt like my whole body was trembling under him. He dropped to his knees but kept his body over mine. I sensed his fingers pushing my hair away from my face and then his lips were against my temple, leaving a tender kiss. I opened my eyes and gazed into his.

“Olive,” he whispered.

One word.

How could he affect me like he did? How could one word out of his mouth touch my heart like that?

“In all the ways that matter, I’m your first, Olive. Do you understand?”

He didn’t have any idea how right he was. In all the ways that mattered, he was my first, and after this whole deal ended, he would probably be my last. No one…nothing would ever make me feel like he was making me feel right then.

I nodded.

His eyes open, he touched his lips to mine. Gently, softly. I closed my eyes to hide my feelings and kissed him back. He pulled his hips back and pushed in deep. Hard.

“You’re perfect sweetheart. You’re perfect and now you are all mine.”

My brows snapped together and I gasped into his mouth. He didn’t break the kiss.

Another deep thrust rocked my body forward and he ate up my moan.

“Jason,” I groaned when he gave me enough space to breathe.

“Is it just as good for you?” he asked. There was something hidden in his voice, something that told me he was surprised.

I gave him a lazy grin.

He smiled back. “Look at you taking me all in,” he said softly. “Good girl.”

Another deep thrust and my breath hitched.

“You’re so fucking deep,” I gasped.

“You like it, sweetheart? You like it deep?” Knowing what he was doing, he hit that spot and I whimpered. “Sweetheart,” he muttered, getting my attention. “Talk to me.”

“It fee-els soo go-od,” I whimpered. To my horror, I felt a tear slide down from my eye and into my hair.

Jason cupped my face and wiped the coming tears with his thumbs.

“Easy, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as he kept working his cock into me, his movements gentle. “Just…a little overwhelmed, I think.”

“I know,” he murmured as he kissed my closed eyes. “I know, baby.”

He took me, body and soul. Soft, long strokes alternated with hard, shallow ones. I was spent. Our moans echoed in the room and every noise he made spurred me on more.

“You’re creaming around my cock. Are you gonna come for me, beautiful?” Jason asked. His mouth was next to my ear, his heavy breaths warming my neck and sending shivers through my entire body. All the while he was sliding his cock as deep as it could go.

“Jason, it hurts so good,” I whispered as I held on to his forearms, digging my fingers into his flesh, trying to move my hips with his thrusts.

The pressure inside me was building and building and building… It was driving me crazy.

Completely out of my mind.

“Jason, I’m gonna come,” I gasped.

“Yes, baby, I can feel it. I can feel you squeezing my cock already.”

“Faster, please.”

“No.”

One deep thrust.

“This will feel better. We have no reason to rush. Just let it go, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

He kept working his cock into me at his own pace, not quickening, not slowing down.

I slid my hands up and onto his shoulders and felt his muscles straining under my hands. He was solid under my fingers, so real, and he was having a hard time holding it all together, just like me. I managed to move my hips under his body and suddenly the head of his cock hit where I needed it to hit and I lost it.

“Kiss me, Jason,” I gasped, my hands tightening on his arms. He took my mouth and I let it all go. I let it all seep out of me. Everything I had been holding on to for such a long time.

When I started to contract around him more violently, my orgasm ripping through my body, Jason buried himself deep into me and started grinding. The intensity of my orgasm swept through my body and I started crying again. As my tears slid over our lips, I cupped his face and kissed him deeper, giving him my tongue.

My body was shaking like a leaf.

“Shit, baby.” I felt his groan vibrate through my entire body and he started ramming into me. Hard, deep strokes that managed to pull something more from me. Another small shock went through me and then Jason was emptying himself in me.

My chest filling with a warm feeling, I nipped at his lips until his hips slowed down and he let out a long groan. Burying his face against my neck, he stilled inside me. After dropping small kisses on my skin, he lifted his head and gave me my dimple.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I arched my neck and kissed his scruffy cheek, right where his dimple lived to torture me and the entire human population.

When my head hit the bed again, he was smiling even bigger.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, a touch of worry in his voice.

“Perfect,” I answered, grinning up at him.

“I have to take care of the condom.”

“Now?”

He kissed my nose. “Yes, sweetheart.” He gently slid out of me, his cock still semi-hard, and then he was off the bed, heading toward the master bathroom.

Without him filling me, I felt so empty. What now? This wasn’t how I’d imagined my night would end. What would happen now? Was this a one-time thing for him? After having him and knowing how it felt to have him…if I didn’t have him again, would I die from heartache?

Was that how it worked?

Before I could think of something to say, he was back by my side, gathering me up in his arms and settling us under the covers. It didn’t escape my notice that he had put on a pair of briefs before getting into bed.

I lay still, not even moving an inch.

He was silent, but his hands were sliding up and down my arm. What did that mean?

It felt good to be in his arms again. Yeah, I was naked and he was not, but it was still good. He hadn’t left me alone his room. It was something.

I should’ve opened my damn mouth and said, what now? Or anything really. But I didn’t. Neither did Jason.

I had questions, but I feared his answers.

But why didn’t he say something?

Not too long after he got in bed with me, his arm stilled over my waist and he fell asleep.

Jason and Olive captured on video while engaging in a passionate kiss!

Oh, boy! Ladies, did any of you not take a cold shower after watching the video of Jason Thorn kissing Olive Taylor on the stage? We don’t know about you, but we sure did. Several of them.

As if that’s not enough, we are hearing rumors from a source close to the couple that they quietly got married in Jason’s Bel Air home and are trying to keep it on the down low so they can ease Olive’s family into the unexpected marriage. Our source reveals that Jason was too anxious to have an extended engagement and instead decided to surprise Olive with a stress-free wedding. Everyone believes they are truly smitten with each other.

While a lot of Jason Thorn fans are shocked and not sure what to make of the rumors, Olive’s own fans seemed to support this union wholeheartedly. After watching that kiss, we don’t think the rumors are false at this point.

And can we talk more about the video, please? Oh, what we wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall in Jason Thorn’s home to watch what happened when they were alone… After a kiss like that, not only did Jason show everyone what a passionate kiss is supposed to look like, he also showed that Olive Taylor is quite possibly the luckiest girl in the world. As if we didn’t know that already…

As they left the bar where the cast and crew were having a party before the filming for Soul Ache started the next day, Jason almost got into a fight with a photographer because they got a little too close to his sweetheart. Who knew he would be a jealous hubby after all his discretions?

For nearly the past two years, Jason Thorn has been known for his sexual appetite. Do you think Olive Taylor—or should we say Olive Thorn—will be his only focus, or will the star have more distractions every now and then?