A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,21

your new piece of pussy?”

“What?”

Jay grinned. “I’m actually jealous of you, Shane. You get to fuck the backup singers all you want.”

“I’m not fucking the singers,” I said.

“Just one singer,” Sab said.

“Relax,” I said. “I think you’re all too far in love to remember what it’s like to get laid and then move on.”

“Maybe,” Nash said as he walked into the studio. “But it’s fun to break your balls over it.”

Dex wandered in next. He looked at me and nodded.

I pointed to his hand. “How’s it feeling?”

“Fucked up.”

“Sorry, man.”

“I had an idea,” Dex said. “I could get really high on pills and strum a guitar anyway. Don’t even plug me in. I just want to be on stage. Shane can cover me, right?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“That’s stupid,” Reed said.

“So’s your face,” Dex said.

“Whoa,” Jay said. “That was mean.”

Nash started to laugh. “We all know Dex messed up his jerking off hand. And switch hitting is hard to do. Give the guy a break.”

“I’m serious,” Dex said. “I have to play guitar.”

“We can make it work,” I offered. They all looked at me. I showed my hands. “You guys talk about it. I’m cool with it. Dex can play what he can. I’ll keep things moving. Nobody will know the difference.”

I walked out of the room to let the band argue.

I went right to the vocal booth and stood there, arms folded, until Lita was done singing.

When she looked at me, she took off her headphones and opened the door.

She pushed by me and I touched her waist.

“Thinking of me all night, beauty?” I asked. “Is that why you’re grumpy?”

Lita looked back at me. “Get over yourself, Shane. You can’t have a one-night stand like a real rock star? What do you want from me? Do you think we’re getting married or something?”

She knocked my hand out of the way and kept walking.

I let out a loud hmm sound and that was the last I spoke with her until we were done recording for the day.

She wasn’t even in the studio all that much.

It was mostly Jay and I recording tracks and trading ideas, with Dex giving his input.

He tried to hold a guitar and got pissed when it hurt too much.

His theory on taking enough pills to play guitar wasn’t the worst idea… even though it could end up killing him.

When it finally came time to bolt, the band offered to take me out for a night on the town. I politely declined when they told me the strippers were going to be dancing for a Christmas themed event. I didn’t need someone named Janelle with candy cane glitter on her tits asking me if she could sit on my lap and be naughty to get her present.

Even though that did kind of sound perfect.

I grabbed my guitar and left.

Lita was outside and I lit up a cigarette, knowing it would annoy her.

“For the record, I’m going to be at the bar tonight,” I said. “Don’t show up. Don’t act cool near me. It’s better if we keep our distance.”

“Screw you, Shane,” Lita said. “I’m going out tonight.”

“There’s a million bars around here.”

“So you pick another.”

“Wait,” I said. “You’re singing tonight?”

“No,” she said. “My ride is here.”

I recognized the driver of the car that was picking her up.

It was her roommate.

Maggie.

When Maggie saw me, she waved.

I nodded.

I stick my dick in an oven mitt one time and Lita’s roommate is all horny for me now, huh?

I shook my head.

One thing I knew for sure.

I was not missing the chance to see Lita sing.

I nestled up to the bar and brushed half my body to Lita’s.

She looked up and knew it was me.

“How many drinks is that?” I asked.

“Are you the police?”

“Maybe. I’m on pussy patrol.”

Lita turned her head.

Not a second later, she threw her drink in my face.

“How’s that taste?”

“Not as good as you,” I said.

The bartender rushed over with a towel.

I wiped my face and ordered two whiskeys.

I handed Lita one of the glasses.

“When do you sing?” I asked.

“When you leave,” she said.

“Come on, beauty. I thought we were friends.”

“We were never friends to begin with.”

“So, you just used me for my cock?” I asked.

“Exactly,” Lita said. She touched my face. “Isn’t that your dream?”

I hooked my pointer finger through one of her empty belt loops and pulled her close to me.

“My dream is you sitting on my face right here on this bar,” I said.

“Keep dreaming then,” Lita said.

She pushed away from my chest.

I pulled her close again. “Don’t