Gravity Happens (Forcing Gravity) Read online

  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 not 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

  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 star
ing 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 naked 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 twenty-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 love 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, knowing 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.”
r />   I laughed. “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.