Groaning, I turned to my right to see her back facing me.
“Jas—” she started to whisper, but before she could finish my name, I reached out, splayed my hand on her stomach—thank god she was at least wearing something—and pulled her back against my chest.
She gasped and her body stilled. For a moment, I didn’t know what I should do with my hand, but then I decided to rest my palm on the bed, still keeping my arm against her stomach, caging her in. At least this way she would stop tossing and turning and we would finally go to sleep.
“Jason? Are you sleeping?” she whispered, not turning her head.
“What do you think?” I muttered.
“Sorry. I can leave if you want—”
My chest still cushioning her back, I pulled my hips a few inches back—just to make sure she wouldn’t feel anything she wasn’t supposed to feel—and gave her body a gentle tug with my arm.
“Go to sleep, Olive.”
“Oh, okay,” she murmured.
A few minutes later, just when I was about to fall asleep, she started to wiggle her bottom. The little minx managed to rest her ass right above my dick. One wrong move and my already raging dick would have been resting right against her round, shapely ass—not that I had spent much time looking at it…
While her breathing had deepened shortly after she’d made sure her ass was perfectly placed to torture me, it took me hours to fall asleep, battling with the urge to move forward, just a few inches, just to let my dick cop a feel.
***
My eyes still closed, I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. I could feel the morning sun filtering through the open blinds, warming my skin. It felt good. The other thing that felt more than good was Olive’s scent in my room.
When I tried to lift my arm to stretch, I noticed a heavy weight on it. Opening my eyes, I found my nose inches away from Olive’s forehead.
Shit!
At some point in my sleep, I had cradled her in my arms and her leg had somehow gotten thrown over me, pressing my morning wood into my stomach. I tried to see if I could move away, but it only made matters worse. When Olive’s hips moved and her thigh pressed firmer against my dick, I couldn’t hold back my groan.
Shifting in place, she snuggled closer and buried her face in my throat.
Oh, fuck me for fuck’s sake!
With my free hand, I reached to grab her thigh and push it down, but my hand rested over…her bare skin? Before I could stop myself, my hand crept up and my fingertips touched the side of her underwear.
Sweet Jesus…
Had she been naked when she’d gotten in bed with me? Was she crazy?
I tipped my head down and looked at her through my half-closed eyes. She still had her shirt on, but it was all bunched up around her waist.
Dropping my head back on the pillow, I sighed and belatedly noticed that I had started massaging her thigh, right under her ass.
After stilling for a second, I pulled back my hand quickly.
She made a soft, sweet noise in her sleep and tried to climb on top of me.
“Oh god,” I groaned quietly. I managed to hold her in place before she could climb up on my lap. When she suddenly pulled her leg away and turned to her other side, I sighed in relief. We weren’t touching. Don’t get me wrong, her ass was still free of her shirt and if I dropped my eyes a little lower, I could find heaven, but I was able to restrain myself.
I palmed my cock, and yeah, I had one hell of a morning wood I would have to take care of in the shower. Propping myself on my elbow, I looked down at Olive and sighed.
She looked so innocent in her sleep, so beautiful, and she was going to be my wife in just a few days.
Just to see if she would wake up, I touched her arm with my fingertips and gently trailed them down to her wrist.
Nothing.
I made my way back up to her shoulder, but she only burrowed deeper into her pillow.
Feeling like a proper creep, I decided to get up and take care of myself in the shower before I did something stupid. No reason to play with fire.
Leaning down, I placed a small kiss on her temple, and she released a soft moan.
A noise that my dick liked a little too much.
Bad idea, Jason. Worst fucking idea.
Rolling away from her, I jumped into the shower and took care of my wayward dick under the hot water.
Chapter Twenty-One
Olive
After spending almost the entire day on my own because Jason had things to do, we were now in a limousine with Megan, heading toward the theater where the screening for the premiere would take place.
“You remember everything I told you, Olive?” asked Megan after her talk with Jason was finally done.
It took a lot for me to not roll my eyes. “Yes, Megan. I’ll let Jason do most of the talking while I just smile and try to look pretty next to him.” I held up a finger as if I’d just remembered something. “Oh, sorry, I almost forgot—I’ll also make sure to somehow show off my ring without appearing like I’m shoving it in everyone’s faces.”
Jason chuckled and extended me his hand, palm up. “We’re almost there, come on.”
Smiling sheepishly at him, I took his hand. I still couldn’t meet his damn eyes. I tried not to think about the talk I’d had with Lucy just that morning.
Me: I SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED WITH JASON!
Lucy: Did you see his dangly bits?! Start describing. Now.
Me: No, Lucy! I didn’t see his…anything. And, if I do ever get the privilege of seeing it, I’m not calling it “dangly bits”.
Lucy: You’re no fun. Then what the hell were you doing in his bed? Tell me you didn’t watch him sleep like the creeper you are.
Me: Sometimes I question our friendship.
Lucy: It’ll pass, don’t worry. Come on, spill it.
Me: Long story short, there was a crazy fan waiting in his room, which happened to be my room. After she was removed, he wanted me to sleep with him so he could keep me safe.
Lucy: Swoon. Did you hear the thud? I just fainted on the floor. I’m calling you!
Before I could type in that I couldn’t talk, her face was already lighting up my screen.
“I’m supposed to get ready for hair and makeup in a few minutes, I can’t talk,” I said as soon as I answered her call.
“Hello to you, too, my best friend. Jeez. Hair and makeup you say? Will you even remember my name in a few days?”
“I was the one who texted you just a few seconds ago.”
“Well, I couldn’t show my excitement through texts, you had to hear my voice. You wanted to hear my voice, didn’t you?”
I opened the balcony door and stepped outside to make sure no one could hear me.
“Ok, you did good. I have more to tell, but you can’t freak out okay? Because if you freak out, I’ll freak out, and I can’t freak out.”
“Jesus, you’re already freaking me out with all the don’t freak outs.”
“I really have to go before they come in. I don’t want to enrage Megan. Anyway, like I told you, we slept in the same freaking bed,” I said, jumping up and down a little. I was getting excited just talking about it.
“Yes, yes. Keep going, keep going!”
“In the middle of the night, I woke up because I felt something on my leg.”