Gravity Happens (Forcing Gravity) (15 page)

“What’s the theme of this shoot?” I asked Nora.

“Sex,” she said, not looking at me.

I looked down at the black, shimmery, super-tight jeans she had on and thought, ‘yeah, that’s about right’.

“Did you bring me here to entice me?” I asked, lowering my lips until they were right by her ear. I watched her grin.

I’d get her to kiss me soon enough.

“No, Ethan, you’re already enticed, but today will be a good way for me to see how serious you are about me.”

I let go of her hand and place
d mine on her hip, tugging her against me. “Here’s the deal,” I said, feeling the need to just level with her. “I can’t help how I feel about Logan, and truthfully, I wish I didn’t feel anything for her, because it’s been nothing but a burden since I told her. I know she loves Jase and that I’m never going to have a chance with her, and I have to be okay with that. But the bottom line is, I like you Nora, and I can either lie to you and tell you I’m over Logan and I don’t want to be with her, or you can let me take you out, and we can see if there might be something between us that could supersede my feelings for Logan.”

Her
eyes got wide. “Wow, that was sort of brutally honest. I didn’t expect that from you.”

I shrugged. “I’m not usually honest with women, because I just want to sleep with them, but that’s not how it is with you. You’re so cool and fun to be around, and I just want to
spend time with you. And I also want to kiss you and maybe make-out a little, but I’m only human.” I smiled at her, hoping I hadn’t been too brash.

“I want that too, Ethan, because you’re a good guy, and your fun and hot, and I really like you, but I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to be in a situation where you
’re lusting after someone else and are only with me because you can’t be with her. That’s not fair.”

I opened my mouth to tell her that wouldn’t happen, but I didn’t get the chance.

“Nora!” someone suddenly called to her, and we both turned. It was one of the PAs I’d seen around the set.

“Yeah,
Maggie?”

“Caesar needs you. We’re ready to apply the oil.”

Apply the oil? Holy shit. What did that mean?

She nodded. “Be right there.” Then she turned back to me, leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “I’ll think about what you said. It’s a risk, but it might be a risk I want to take.”

Damn, I hoped she’d want to take it.

A few minutes later, as I stood out of the way
but with a good view of the set. I’d watched Nora and Logan come out from the make-up area, and I almost lost it. Each girl looked like walking sex, and I couldn’t decide who looked hotter and who deserved more of my ocular attention. Nora had put on a dark gray shimmery tank top, and Logan had been dressed in white jeans with gold flecks, and she was wearing a gold tank top. It looked like they’d spray-tanned her and made her glisten with oil. I’d never seen her look so hot, and I wondered if she’d told Jase exactly what she’d signed up to do.

Someone turned on
some music then, and Beyoncé’s
End of Times
started blasting out of the speakers. Then the director had Nora and Logan pose on the end of pick-up truck in different ways – leaning against it with bored looks on their faces, sitting on the end, facing away from the camera and looking over their shoulders which was hot as hell, but then he started to pose them together. And that was seriously like a wet dream to a guy like me. I felt like my mouth was hanging open the entire time as Logan sat on the back of the truck, and Nora kneeled behind her, her body flush against Logan’s. Then there were the scenes where they were embracing.

I seriously felt myself getting hard just watching. It was like amateur porn. When I thought no one was looking, I pulled out my iPhone and snapped a few shots. I had to show Garrett. He was going to flip when he saw sweet little Logan Kessler looking all dirty and sexy
and so fucking hot.

Then I remembered that this was going on a billboard, and from the amount of pictures they were taking, I was sure it would be in magazines too. I wasn’t sure how Logan would feel about that once she saw the shots, and I hoped she’d be okay with the outcome.
She wasn’t typically an exhibitionist.

The director called for a
break after a few more shots of the girls embracing, and as soon as they were free to move, Logan ran over to me while Nora chatted with some guy who’d appeared wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He had shaggy brown hair and a chiseled jaw, and even I knew he was a guy any girl would lust after. Who was he, and why was he talking to Nora?

“Do I look completely ridiculous?” Logan asked me, covering her face with her hands.

I didn’t look at her. My gaze was fixed on Nora and Mr. Sexy. She was laughing at something he’d said. What the hell were they talking about? Why was he making her laugh?

“Who’s that?” I asked Logan, and
she frowned at me.

“Is it that bad? Do I look so out of place that you can’t even answer me?” she asked, sounder very unsure of herself.

I immediately looked back at her.
“What? No. Definitely not. You look really hot, Lo. You want to see some pictures?”

Her eyes lit up in excitement. “
Hell yes,” she said, as I handed her my phone. “Oh.”

I did n
ot miss the drop in her voice. I knew she hadn’t even thought about how what she was doing would come out. She’d just been posing and looking sultry, like the photographer had instructed.

“Yeah, they’re a little racy,” I told her.

“A little,” she said, laughing lightly. “Jase is going to have a heart attack when he sees these. Can you send them to me, so I can forward them? He sexts me all the time, and now I have something to sext to him.”

Yeah, I didn’t need to know that.

“Uh, Lo, he might not be so happy that these shots are going to be displayed for all of Los Angeles,” I cautioned, and she put her hands on her hips and faced me.

“Ethan, do you know
that today, Jase is stripping down to practically nothing and shooting a sex scene with his ex-girlfriend/co-star. He has absolutely no room to talk, and if he has a problem with this, he’s a hypocrite. I think I look hot, and he’d better think that too.”

Okay, so the girl had some balls where her man was concerned. I had to give her credit for that. Logan was growing up.

“Well, I think you look fucking hot as hell, so I’m sure Jase will agree,” I told her, and she smiled at me with her full, lip-glossed lips, her heavily lined eyes brightening.

“Thank you. That’s why I love you.”

Then she blew me a kiss, and I sort of found myself wishing Jase would get upset about the pictures and break up with her.

No!
That was so wrong on so many levels. I couldn’t think like that, because if they broke up, that would hurt Logan, and I did not want her hurting.

Okay, time to focus on something else – like Nora and the sexy guy she was talking to.

“Lo, who’s that guy?” I asked her again.

She turned to see who I was looking at. “That’s Cody. He’s in the next series of shots. He and Nora dated a few years ago when they were just starting out modeling, but they’re just friends now.”

I felt my fists clench at my sides. An ex-boyfriend. Fantastic.

“Why did they break up?” I asked, and she turned back to me.

“I’m not sure. I think it was amicable, though.”

Even worse.

“Logan,” Nora said, beckoning her back to the set.

It seemed they were starting again, and Nora had spent the entire break talking to
her ex-boyfriend. That didn’t sit well with me. And things got even worse when the photographer and the director started posing the three models. I wanted to punch Cody right in the nose and tell him to get away from my women, er, woman.

They were posed with
him standing at the edge of the truck with Logan pressed up against his chest and Nora draped over his shoulder. It was every man’s threesome fantasy. And it didn’t stop there. Every pose they did was just as sexy, even if they weren’t touching. And Nora kept laughing and joking with Cody between shots, and one time she’d even tickled him to make him smile. I was practically spitting nails by the time the shoot wrapped an hour later.

As I waited for Nora and Logan to come back out from where they were getting changed, I paced, getting more and more agitated by the second.

“Hey you,” Nora said, as she wove her arms around my waist from behind. I hadn’t heard her approaching.

I froze, then turned to see her standing there with her face clean of make-up and the oil wiped from her body. She was back
in street clothes, and her hair was up in a messy bun. She looked like she had the night we’d met. She was grinning at me, but I found it hard to return her smile.

“Where’s Logan?” I asked, disentangling her arms from around my waist.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at me. “She’s talking to her
boyfriend
. She’ll be out in a minute.”

I knew she was pissed that I was asking about Logan after she’d been trying to flirt with me, but I wasn’t in the mood for her games. She’d obviously been flirting with her ex, and now she wanted to flirt with me? No way. I didn’t share well.

“Okay, well, great. I’ll just wait for her because she’s my ride.”

“I think she has to stick around and help break down the set, so it might be a while. I can give you a ride,” she offered.

I shrugged nonchalantly and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m fine. I can hang out and wait for her. We have dinner plans.”

I knew Nora was supposed to come with us to dinner, but I sort of felt like uninviting her after the shit she’d just pulled. I didn’t want to sit across from her for two hours knowing I’d never have her, and I was consumed with how much I wanted her.

Nora looked hurt by my sudden coldness. “Ethan, I don’t understand. Did I do something?”

I looked off into the distance to where Cody was coming out of the dressing area with a duffel bag over his shoulder.

“Why don’t you ask your ex-boyfriend,” I told her, and she looked back to where my gaze was fixed. The she turned back to me.

“Who? Cody?”

I shrugged.

Then she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “You mean,
Cody,
my
gay,
ex-boyfriend who’s been in a two year relationship with the guy he left me for after he came out? That Cody?”

“Uh,” I said, as I froze, not sure what to say to that. The guy was gay?

“Yeah, he is,” she said, as if reading my mind. Then she stepped closer to me. “Ethan, are you jealous?”

“No,” I said quickly, but she just smirked and stepped closer to me.

“You’re jealous, because I was talking to another guy,” she deduced, a wicked smile lighting up her face, as her arms wrapped around my waist and she looked up at me.

“Maybe,” I said softly, as my eyes locked with hers, and she stood on her tiptoes, her mouth inches from mine.

“I think you’re jealous, because you want me all to yourself.”

“I think you’re right. I sort of wanted to punch that guy in the face a few minutes ago.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Aww, now that wouldn’t have been very nice.”

“I’m not a nice guy when someone has something I want,” I told her, as her hands moved up and snaked around the back of my neck.

Then she was pulling my head down and closing the distance between us, finally, finally letting me kiss her. I let my arms weave around her waist and pulled her flush against my chest, as I touched my tongue to her lips, asking her to let me in. She parted her lips and touched her tongue to mine, so I dove in deeper, exploring her mouth and sucking gently on her tongue, while she pressed her tight little body against me. Then she let out the softest, sexiest little moan, and I was gone.

I wanted her so bad. Screw dinner. I just wanted to take her back to my place and spend the next few hours exploring every inch of her body.

When I finally pulled back, she was looking up at me like she very much felt the same way.

“That was one hell of a first kiss,” she said breathlessly, so I bent my head and kissed her again, thinking if it was that good the first time, why not do it again and again.

Shit, if she kissed this good, I could only imagine what else she could do with that sexy mouth of hers.

“
Will you ride with me to dinner?” she asked me, looking up at me with sexy eyes when I pulled back from the kiss. Then she dropped her hands, wove her fingers though mine and smiled.

“Will you come back to my place afterward?”
I challenged her.

She smirked, and it was so sexy I had to kiss it off her lips.

“Sure,” she said around my lips, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Chapter Eleven