A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,13
And he keeps calling me out on it. What I said. How I feel about Blaze. It’s like he knows me. He knows what I’m thinking and feeling.”
“He won’t tell you what you said?” Maggie asked.
“Nope. He’s being a real dick about it.”
“Lita. Do you still have feelings for Blaze?”
“How the hell do I answer that?” I snapped.
“Truthfully.”
“I don’t have any truthful answers,” I said. “I’m just…”
“Okay,” Maggie said. “I was just trying to be a friend.”
She left my bedroom and I was officially the worst roommate and friend ever.
I sighed and ran from the bedroom to make peace.
Maggie was at the door.
“Are you leaving because of me?” I asked.
“No,” Maggie said. “I have plans.”
“With Xander?”
“Shut up.”
“And you ask me about complicated relationships?”
“We’re not complicated.”
“Please. He calls, you show up and bend over, literally.”
“Screw you, Lita,” Maggie said. “We’re going to a show.”
“Then you’re putting on a private show.”
“At least I have someone to spend time with,” Maggie said.
I touched my chest. “You win that one.”
“Thank you,” she said. “You could join us.”
“I’m staying here,” I said.
“You’re going to get drunk, alone?”
“That’s right,” I said.
“Enjoy.”
Maggie left and I went to the kitchen to find a drink.
I went for the hard stuff.
The rock star stuff.
And being a bad ass rock star myself I took the bottle of Jack Daniels to the living room and had myself a drink.
No sooner did I go for a second drink when I heard a knock at the door.
I went to the door and opened it to find Shane standing there.
“What the hell…”
“Hey, beauty,” he said.
“What are you doing here?”
“You offered for me to come over, right?”
“Sure… but…”
“But, what?”
“Shane, the band asked you to go out. You left with them.”
“Yeah, I did,” he said. “I had a drink or two. It was fun. Then I split.”
“To come here?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Let me guess. You were at a strip club.”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Disgusting,” I said. “Go home, Shane.”
“Whoa,” he said, putting his hand to the door.
“I’m surprised your face isn’t covered in glitter,” I said.
“I could have washed that off on the ride over,” Shane said.
“Nice.”
“The rest of me though…” Shane stepped into the apartment. “Do you want to check me for glitter? In all the naughty spots?”
I curled my lip. I felt like smacking him across the face.
I probably should have.
Only I stepped back.
Meaning my night just got a little more eventful.
7
SHANE
I pointed to the small Christmas tree on a table in the corner.
“Festive, huh?” I asked.
“What? That? That’s Maggie’s. Not mine.”
“Not a Christmas fan?”
“It’s weird when it’s nice out all the time. I can’t see some dude in a sleigh, wearing heavy clothes because in every Christmas story it is cold and snowy.”
“Right.”
“Is your house all decked out?”
“Not even close,” I said.
“So then why are you questioning me?”
“I’m not. Just making small talk. I’m not a fan of the Christmas stuff myself. I don’t get it. More so, I’m usually busy around this time of the year with gigs. Or I just sneak away alone and let the moment pass.”
“Why?”
“Because I do.”
I stepped closer to Lita.
I noticed the whiskey bottle on the table.
“Drinking from the bottle like a big girl,” I said.
“Does that turn you on?”
“Actually, it does,” I said. “Want to do something about it?”
“Like what?” Lita asked.
“Well, I ditched horny, wet strippers for you, beauty. And you’re sitting home alone, ready to pound into a bottle of whiskey. So instead of wasting time thinking about that dude, why not forget him with me?”
“Is that your sales pitch?”
“Does it work?”
“No.”
“Then maybe a sample will convince you…”
I touched Lita’s face.
She put her head back and swallowed hard.
This had been on my mind all fucking night.
Wanting to come over here and kiss her. And fuck her.
As I lowered my mouth to hers, she exhaled a breath.
Sighing and sinking into me.
Our lips touched first. Then our tongues.
It was a slow and sweet kiss.
Almost like we had been kissing for years.
Like we knew what the other person wanted.
I kissed her deep and even slower.
She moved closer to me.
Her left hand reached between us and cupped between my legs. Her eager fingertips digging at my jeans, trying to follow the growing bulge of my cock.
I broke the kiss and traded her lips for the whiskey bottle.
I twisted the cap off with one hand and took a drink.
“Which tastes better?” Lita asked.
“Let’s find out,” I said.
I grabbed her ass with my right hand and picked her up.
I threw her over my shoulder and walked her toward the bedroom.
“Wrong room!” Lita called out.
“I don’t