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Logan

 

“Are you trying to kill me?” Jase asked later that night when I sent him the pictures from the photo shoot
that Ethan had taken. We were Skyping on our computers, and he was staring at his phone with wide eyes.

“Not kill you,” I told him. “I just want you to have something to look at when you miss me.”

He looked back up at me. “Jesus, Logan. This is so fucking hot. It would be hotter if you weren’t wrapped around my sister, but I think I can crop her out of the picture when I blow this up and mount it above the bed in my hotel room.”

I giggled.
“Does it make you want to come home for a quickie?” I asked, and he looked seriously enticed by my suggestion.


Hell yes! Are you in my bed?” he asked then, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the headboard behind me.

I nodded, biting my lower lip.
I’d missed him, so I’d decided to spend the night at his house.

“It’s okay, right?” I asked, even though he’d told me I could stay there. It did feel a little weird being there without him.

“Hell yeah. Damn, that’s so hot. I love the idea of you in my bed. It’s partially why I told you to just stay at my place while I’m gone. Then I can fantasize about you walking around my room naked and being naked in my shower and in my kitchen.”

I laughed. “The kitchen? Really? When have I ever been naked in your kitchen?”

He grinned. “Right before you left to go home for Christmas. Don’t you remember? I was making breakfast and you came in wearing one of my t-shirts, and when you reached up to get a coffee cup . . .”

He trailed off, and I smiled at the memory. I hadn’t been wearing anything under that t-shirt – top or bottom – and Jase had taken full advantage of that,
laying me down on the floor and having his way with me.

“Right,” I said, nodding. “That was a good day.”

He grinned. “We’ll have to think about repeating that when I get back, but for now, the images of you in my house, in my bed are good enough.”

“I can be nak
ed in your bed too,” I offered, pulling my tank top up to expose my bare stomach. “If you were here, you could undress me.”

He let his head fall back as he groaned. “You’re killing me, woman.”

God, I wished I could touch him, hold him. And I wouldn’t put it past him to fly home to see me for a few hours. He had the resources to do it, but I also knew his shooting schedule was crazy, so it might not be possible. And he’d been gone less than a week. It was a little silly to think he’d fly home, but I missed him so much that I really wished he would.

“Can you come here?”
he asked then, catching me off-guard.

“What?”

“For the weekend? Can you come to New Orleans?”

“Jase, it’s midnight on Friday night. That’s a little crazy.”

Although, it was seriously tempting.

“No, it’s not crazy. I want you here, even if it’s just for tw
enty-four hours. Please. I miss you so much, baby.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but I didn’t really have a good reason why I couldn’t visit him. He cut me off before I could say anything, though.

“I’m sending you an e-ticket. Right now. There’s a flight that leaves at eight tomorrow morning and gets you in at two-thirty. I’ll be on set, but Charlie will pick you up and bring you there. We’ll wrap around five, and then I’ll take you to dinner before I bring you back to my hotel and spend hours and hours doing really awful things to you that you’re going to love.”

I smiled. “What kinds of really awful things?” I teased.

He grinned. “You’ll just have to wait in suspense and find out when you get here.”

“Aww, that’s no fair,” I groaned, but I couldn’t be upset. I would
be seeing him in fourteen hours.

“Hey, what’s no fair is this,” he said, tilting his laptop down, so I could see the bulge in his gray basketball shorts. “What am I supposed to do about that?”

I took a deep breath. “Well, if I was there, I know what I’d do,” I said softly, and his eyes went wide. I think he knew where I was going with my suggestion.

“What would you do?” he asked.

God, I felt so stupid but surprisingly turned on at the same time. “I’d put my hands on you and make it all better,” I told him, not sure if I could actually say anything graphic out loud.

“Like this?” he asked, as he slid his hand down into his shorts and started to stroke himself.

I laughed nervously and covered my face with my hands. “Jase!” I admonished him, not believing he was doing that in front of me.

“Look at me, Logan,” he commanded, and I peeked through my fingers. His eyes locked with mine as he continued to stoke himself. “I’m imagining this is your hand on me, and it feels really good.”

I bit my lip again as I watched him and actually started to get turned on.

“Damn, I lov
e when you bite your lip. It’s so hot. Okay,” he said, sounding a little breathless. “If I was there with you, do you know what I would do?”

I nodded my head, kn
owing exactly what he’d do.

“Okay, good. Now I want you to do exactly
that,” he said, and I tentatively slid my hand down under the waistband of my yoga pants and into my panties.

“Are you wet?” he asked, and I completely blushed, but I nodded a few times,
making him smile. “Good, now look at me and imagine that it’s me doing that to you.”

I noticed he was getting more and more breathless as we watched each other through the screen, and I tried to
remember how he touched me, finally finding a rhythm that worked. I found my own breathing getting raspy, and a small moan escaped my lips.

Jase paused for a second. “Holy shit. I almost just went over the edge
when you made that sound, but I want to wait for you. Are you close?”

I nodded. I realized he was doing all the talking, but I didn’t care, and he didn’t seem to either. My breathing got more and more erratic, as I stroked myself faster, mimicking what he’d done so many times.

“Jase,” I said then, when I felt the familiar tug in my lower belly.

“Are you going to come?” he asked, and I nodded helplessly. “Then let go, baby.”

A few more stokes and I was done, crying out involuntarily as I finished, just as I looked up to see him groan as his stomach muscles clenched and he tensed. Then he relaxed back against his pillows, a satisfied smile crossing his face.

He watched me as I watched him, and I wondered if I looked just as sated
as he did. What we’d done definitely wasn’t the same as being in the same room as him, but it was a good substitute since we couldn’t physically be together all the time.

“I love watching you
hit that point where you completely fall apart,” he said, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Well, tomorrow night you can watch me all you want,” I told him, still kind of shocked
and dazed that I’d done what I just did with him, in front of him. I’d never had Skype sex before with anyone, and I’d never masturbated for an audience.

He groaned again. “I can
’t wait. I just want to hold you in my arms and kiss you.”

“And do really awful things to me?” I teased, repeating his words back to him.

His expression got serious. “No, I just want to kiss you. I could honestly live without the sex, but it’s the not being able to hold you and kiss you that’s killing me.”

My mouth folded into an involuntary sad pout at his beyond sweet words. I miss you too, baby,” I told him “I’ve gotten so used to sleeping in the same bed as you that it’s been really lonely.”

He nodded in agreement. “I know the feeling. Tomorrow,” he said, that one word speaking volumes.

I nodded. “I can’t wait.”

He smiled and we stared at each other for a few more minutes, not really saying anything.

Finally I noticed the time on the bottom of my laptop. “Hey, don’t you have to be on set really early tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I do,” he said reluctantly. “And you have an early flight to catch.”

“Then
we should probably go to sleep.”

“But then I can’t stare at you looking all
sweet and sexy in my bed.”

I l
aughed. “You’ll see me tomorrow,” I told him, getting giddy at the thought. “I’ll still be sweet and sexy then, but if I don’t get some sleep, I might not look all that cute.”


Not possible,” he said sincerely.

Damn, I loved that boy.

“Goodnight, Jase. I love you.”

He smiled. “I love you too, Logan. I’ll see you soon.”

“I can’t wait.”

* * *

It was my first time in New Orleans, and I was barely looking around as Charlie drove us through the city to the house in the Garden District where they were filming. It was the place Jase’s character lived when the band wasn’t on the road, and they had to get a bunch of scenes shot there since they only had the house rented for two weeks. Unfortunately, it also meant some pretty hot and heavy sex scenes with Chloe, since Jase’s character brings her back to his house for a weekend during a break in the tour for, basically, just a lot of sex, but it’s also where they fall in love.

Jase had prepped me
for what I’d see that morning when I’d talked to him on the phone as I’d been waiting to board my plane. I think he was scared of my reaction, and as much as I didn’t want to see him have fake sex with Chloe, I was going to be mature about it and support what he had to do for his craft.

And I hoped he’d do the same when he saw the pictures of me hanging all over a half-naked guy
that I hadn’t had the courage to show to him the night before. I’d just shown him the pictures of Nora and me. I was honestly afraid Jase would hate the others, because they were really sexy. And even though Cody was gay and definitely not trying to get into my pants, you couldn’t tell that from the shots. I’d have to show Jase eventually since I knew from talking to Gretchen that they weren’t just looking to use the pictures for billboards but also for an upcoming print campaign, but I could hold off for now at least.

As we approached the house, I noticed that there were fans and photographers lining the streets
, trying to catch a glimpse of the actors while they were shooting. Girls had signs up that said, ‘Jason, I love you.’ and ‘Jason and Chloe Forever’ which sort of pissed me off. She’d cheated on him! And she was a bitch, but I guess her fans didn’t know that. To the outside world, she was this cool, edgy, beautiful girl who too many women wanted to be just like. Prior to the cheating incident, I’d idolized her in the same way, but now I knew better.

I was grateful for the dark tinted windows
of the SUV as Charlie drove us behind the house to what looked like an outside staging area. Under a giant tent, there were a dozen people in various stages of movie making. I noticed a girl a few years older than me earnestly approaching the SUV with a wide smile on her face. She was pretty with long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, and she looked sharp in jeans, a white tee and a black blazer.

“Hey Charlie,” she said
cheerfully, sounding just this side of flirty.

“Hey Sloane,” he said,
flirting right back but in a more reserved and bashful way. I wondered if something was going on with them as I hoped out of the car.

The girl, Sloane, turned to me and suddenly embraced me. “It’s so nice to meet you,” she said, as she hugged me tightly. Then she pulled back and looked at me. “Welcome to the
Sons of Sovereignty
set.”

I thought I sensed pride in her voice as she said that, and I wondered who she was.

“Thanks,” I said with a slight question in my tone. She seemed to know who I was.

“Logan, this is Sloane Anderson. She wrote the books the movies are based on,” Charlie explained
, and I instantly recognized her name. “She’s incredibly talented.”

I looked at Sloane and raised my eyebrows
in awe and respect. I couldn’t help it. She was so young, and she had a successful series that had been turned into a movie. Her books were fantastic.

Sloane rolled her eyes as she elbowed Charlie in the ribs. “He’s just saying that because he’s trying to impress me,” she said, completely calling him out. “We went out last night, and it was quite a date.”

I saw Charlie blush just a little, and I had to wonder if Sloane’s mind, that had written these graphic, no-holds-barred, sex-filled books, was only dirty on the pages she wrote or if it splashed over into her personal life.

“Quite,” Charlie echoed. “But I thought she was pretty talented before I asked her out.”

“Charlie, did you read
Sons of Sovereignty
?” I teased him, not able to imagine him getting into the sexy plotline.

“No!” Charlie said instantly, but then he looked at Sloan apologetically. “I mean, not that I
wouldn’t, but I, uh, just haven’t gotten around to reading them yet.”

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