A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,18

you wearing just a shirt?”

“I, uh… uh… well…”

I opened a drawer and grinned.

I grabbed an oven mitt and stuffed my dick into it.

I held it with one hand as I walked from the kitchen.

Maggie looked at me and her eyes grew wide with surprise.

“Hey,” I said.

“Oh, fuck,” Lita said. “Maggie, this is Shane. Shane, this is Maggie.”

“Hope this isn’t your good oven mitt,” I said.

“Uh, no, you can keep it,” Maggie said.

“Thanks.” I looked down at Lita and smiled. “Thanks for the breakfast, beauty.”

I kissed her cheek and walked to her bedroom.

I heard them whispering.

All I could do was smile.

I got dressed and left the oven mitt on Lita’s bed.

I mean, what did they expect?

I wasn’t going to show up with flowers and wine.

I was a rock star.

Eventually you were going to see my dick.

“There he is,” Jay called out. “Where the fuck did you go last night?”

“I had something to do,” I said.

“You bailed on free pussy for what?” Reed asked.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Tell me you got laid,” Sab said.

“I met up with someone and we fucked in every room in her apartment,” I said. “Including her roommate’s room.”

“Nice,” Nash said. “Was the roommate there too?”

“No,” I said.

“You don’t get full credit for the fuck then,” Jay said.

“Hey, at least he can still have threesomes ,” Reed said.

“I can if I want,” Jay said.

They all laughed.

“Can we play some music now?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Nash said. “We’re going to run through our set for the show. You good with that?”

Dex came into the room and eyed me up and down. “You look like sex and love.”

“Love?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Dex said. “Did you get back with an old flame last night?”

“Not even close,” I said.

“He just loves being in the studio with us,” Reed said.

“And he loves having two functional arms,” Jay said.

“Yeah, fuck you,” Dex said. “I’m running the board today. Go play something.”

I turned and saw someone standing in the doorway.

Lita.

With the oven mitt.

She flung it at me. “You forgot your fuck buddy.”

I caught the oven mitt and grinned.

“Fuck buddy?” Nash asked.

“Oh, wow,” Reed said. “Look at it.”

“That’s nice,” Dex said. “You bailed on horny strippers to fuck an oven mitt?”

“That’s low, even for me,” Jay said.

“Shit, we should get him a pineapple,” Nash said.

They all started to laugh.

I assumed the pineapple remark was an inside joke.

I looked at Lita, puckered my lips and kissed the air.

She walked away and Sab grabbed my shoulder. “I have an idea.”

“What?” I asked.

“Let’s make Toby put that on his hand.”

“Oh, shit,” Nash said. “Okay, for real, Shane… did you put your dick in that?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I did.”

“Did you come in it?” Dex asked.

“No.”

“Okay, good.”

“Still,” Sab said. “Let’s make Toby wear it.”

“Isn’t that like Toby giving Shane a hand job then?” Reed asked.

“You don’t mind, do you, Shane?” Nash asked.

“Have at it,” I said.

I tossed Nash the oven mitt and he punched it to the ground.

Now I was the one laughing.

“Wait a second,” Jay said. “Why the fuck did one of the singers bring the oven mitt in?”

The room got silent.

They slowly looked at me.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Oh, man, you are wild,” Reed said.

“Fucking the backup singers,” Nash said.

“What a rock star move,” Sab added.

As I walked out of the room, Jay caught up to me.

“How was she?” he asked.

I just smiled.

The truth was that I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

10

LITA

Abby pointed at me in the hallway and the smile on her face made me cringe.

Ut-fucking-oh.

I looked behind me and cringed even more.

I was trapped.

Behind me was the studio.

I had to deal with looks from the band for the entire recording session.

Getting Shane to break down a little was next to impossible.

I thought throwing the oven mitt at him would get him good, but it didn’t work at all. Each time he looked at me, he just grinned. That shitty kind of bad boy grin. Like he was picturing me naked and he could because he had seen me naked. Like he was thinking about all the noises I made or the way I tasted or how hard I came…

Oh, I fucking hated him for that.

Then to make things even crazier, the band’s manager waved to me, wearing the oven mitt.

The band laughed, including Shane, and my cheeks turned red.

I had no idea what was done or said to get Toby to put on the oven mitt, but I was pretty certain he had no clue that Shane’s dick had been inside of it earlier that day.

Now I had Abby