A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,19
trotting toward me with a very evil grin on her pretty face.
“What?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I heard a rumor from a little bird that you fucked the new guitar player.”
She spoke in a fake, teenage girl voice as she twisted her finger around her hair.
I snorted. “Wow. That’s where we’re at here?”
“Oh, come on, have a little fun.”
“I already did.”
Abby gasped. “So it’s true?”
“Be quiet.”
“You slept with Shane,” Abby said.
“So what? Last I heard, you went around the block with more than one rock star in your life.”
“This isn’t about me,” Abby said. “No way. This is about you.”
“What about me? It’s not that big of a deal.”
“You sure?”
“Positive,” I said. “He’s hot. He plays guitar. I’m weak.”
Abby laughed. “You're not weak. Rock stars just have this power… then again, so do we. We have the ultimate prize, right?”
“What’s that?”
“A glistening slit,” Abby said and laughed again.
I shook my head and sighed.
I was almost at the point of asking Shane if I could smoke one of his cigarettes.
When I got out of the studio for the day, I paid for a ride home to avoid Maggie at all costs.
Which was impossible because we lived together.
The second I walked in the door, she shut off the TV and stood up from the couch.
Next thing I knew she had two wine glasses in her hand, which she handed to me.
She put up one finger, hurried to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine.
She ripped out the cork and poured wine into each glass.
Then she put the wine bottle down on the table and took one glass.
“Cheers,” she said.
“No.”
I started to put my glass down and she touched my arm. “Lita…”
“You’re thinking too much into it,” I said.
“There was a beautifully built, naked man in here and I’m not supposed to ask questions? Let’s forget the look on your face.”
“My face?”
“That was your coming face, Lita. Everyone has one. He was fucking you in the kitchen, wasn’t he?”
“What do I say right now?”
“Everything,” she said.
Maggie hurried to turn off the lights, which left us with the soft glow of the Christmas lights on the small tree.
“Put your show back on,” I said.
“It was a Christmas movie.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly. Since you hate Christmas, we can talk about you bagging that hot guy.”
“I’d rather watch a movie.”
“You sure? It’s super cheesy. Two people who knew each other as kids meeting up in this small, snowy town…”
“Where they plan a parade or something fucking stupid, right?” I asked. “And then Santa magically shows up and sprinkles Christmas magic on them…”
“Let me ask you something,” Maggie said. “Did Shane spray you with some of his Christmas magic?”
“Ohgod,” I said. “What is wrong with you?”
“You’ve been so hung up on Blaze, Lita. That’s why I’m excited.”
“For what? I hooked up with someone. Big deal? He came over. We fucked like crazy, fell asleep, fucked again… I don’t know what you want me to say…”
“The kitchen…”
“Fine,” I said. “He bent me over the kitchen sink and stuffed me with his fat cock. Okay? And it felt fucking good until you showed up and killed the moment.”
“You should have told me he was here,” Maggie said. “I blocked you from coming again. You’ve been walking around with that feeling all day.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I said.
“So call him. I’ll leave. Finish what you started in the kitchen.”
I opened my mouth to say no.
But I didn’t say no.
It wasn’t the worst idea.
But I couldn’t…
I sighed.
Then I drank the entire glass of wine in one big drink.
After the second glass of wine I ended up on the couch next to Maggie.
She turned her dumb Christmas movie on and I made fun of it the entire time.
I called out what they were going to say, when, and what was going to happen next. It ended up with Maggie and I laughing so hard, she had to hurry to the bathroom so she didn’t pee herself.
The wine went through her quick.
For me, the wine went right to my head.
And being drunk meant I would stay away from Shane.
He wasn’t going to come over. Or come in me.
So that was a good thing.
When the Christmas movie ended, Maggie started to fall asleep, so I tucked her in on the couch.
I went to my room and decided to call it an early night.
That meant it was just around one in the morning.
I had another recording session with Filthy Line around noonish.
There wasn’t much time left with them and I needed to figure out