A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,11

you woke up in my bed.”

“Oh, right. You get to play the bad boy rock star card on me? Which we both know is fake. You’re fake, Shane.”

“Just as fake as you are,” I threw back at her. “Well, maybe not so much. You did spill a lot to me last night. I mean… wow…”

Her face turned red. “Don’t…”

“What?”

“You know what? I don’t care. If you want to be that kind of an asshole, then go ahead. If I really told you everything about Blaze, then you would know why I’m looking at this picture of him and that whore from last night.”

Lita spun around and hurried by me for the door.

I took another drag of my cigarette and cursed myself as I dropped the barely smoked cigarette to the ground and stomped on it.

I turned and ran after her.

She was inside and I got to the door just before it clicked shut.

I caught up to her and grabbed her left arm to make her turn and face me.

I opened my mouth to tell her everything I already knew about her, but the look in her eyes…

I kissed her instead.

We stood there and fully made out for a good two minutes. I stepped closer to Lita and she grabbed my shirt, pulling at me. I backed her up and turned her, forcing her against a wall.

My hands played nice as I touched her sides, above her waist, just below her tits. Perfectly measured, because if I went any higher or lower, I was going to need to find a broom closet or bathroom so I could fuck some sense into Lita.

And why did I have this sudden investment in her?

I had no fucking clue.

Yeah, I knew some shit about Blaze. But I wasn’t going to be some guy that saved her and got her over her ex.

If anyone wanted to know the truth, women with broken and confused hearts made for good fucks.

Hate me, I don’t care.

I wasn’t going to break up the kiss. I could have stayed there all fucking night with her.

Lita finally put her hands to my chest and pushed me back.

She grabbed my mouth and took a deep breath.

“Your lips look sexy right now,” I said.

“Fuck you,” she said. “Don’t ever kiss me again.”

“I can’t promise that,” I said.

She moved away from me and wiped her mouth like a kid who just got kissed by their annoying Aunt Millie.

When she got to the end of the hallway, I cupped my hands to my mouth.

“He fucked around for years on you, Lita,” I said. “He made you think you two were something special when you weren’t to him. You were the woman he came home to. That was it. And it crushed your heart when you realized it.”

Lita looked back at me.

She lifted her left middle finger.

I smiled.

Did I say something wrong?

We finished the recording session just before nine.

Nash called it when he, Reed, and Jay broke out the whiskey and started taking jabs at each other.

The entire session fell off the rails.

For the hell of it I told Nash to play back the song, stripped down with no guitars. Just drums and bass.

I jammed along with the song, throwing in my own riffs and solos.

If I was going to be in the studio, I wanted to play.

The band was used to the studio life, so they didn’t know what it was like to be me.

I played the entire song and when I stopped playing, the band erupted into applause for me.

Jay came charging from behind the glass with the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

He slammed it against my chest. “Fuck yes! That was epic! Have a drink.”

I took the bottle and had a drink.

“That was damn good,” Dex said. “You’re better than this city gives you credit for. You need a band, Shane. You’ve got a great vibe and sound.”

“I just like to jam,” I said.

“We’re taking you out tonight,” Nash said. “Our treat.”

“Come party with the rock stars,” Sab said with a wink.

“I’ll call Toby,” Reed said. “We’ll get a ride out now.”

As fast as they came into the room, they were gone.

I turned and saw Lita.

Head down, shuffling along like she wanted to be invisible.

“You should try smiling once in a while, beauty,” I said.

She flipped me off again.

Then she stopped. “You know what? You owe me a night. And a conversation.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. I talked about Blaze. And this morning you said something like the same happened to you. Come over tonight, Shane.