A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,26

“Is that what you wanted to do?”

Lita swallowed hard. “Uh… I’m not…”

“I didn’t ask you to marry me, Lita. But you wanted to wear the ring, right? You came into my room and went through my shit. Right? What were you looking for? Dirt on me?”

“More of your story,” Lita said. “Because of what you do for me.”

“What do I do for you?”

“You saw Blaze first,” she said. “And you knew what to do.”

“What? Pretend to be your boyfriend? That had a great end result to it.”

Lita shook her head. “No, Shane. There’s more to it. You told me you were going to propose to Stacy, but she was with someone else.”

“That’s right. She was fucking some guy. Riding his cock.”

“You kept the ring,” Lita said. She lifted her hand. “Why?”

“Maybe it’s a reminder.”

“Of?”

“Of what happens when you get too close,” I said.

“I don’t believe that.”

“Just like I don’t believe you wanting to fuck me tonight didn’t have something to do with Blaze.”

“Okay, fine,” Lita said. “It had everything to do with Blaze.”

“Why?”

“Why do you have this ring? For real?”

I moved away from Lita and walked across my bedroom.

I wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or pissed off that she dug through my top nightstand drawer.

It meant she wanted to know more about me.

So much for that just fucking and nothing else thing, huh?

“We both had our hearts broken it seems,” I said. “And we both have a hard time of letting it all go. The reason why… I have no clue, Lita.” I looked back at her. “That night, I had a ring and an idea. I opened the bedroom door and watched Stacy’s body sliding up and down some other guy’s cock. I walked out and never looked back. I fucked someone else that night, which helped for a minute or two. I kept the ring… I don’t know. Maybe to remind me of what happened. Maybe to act tough and say I’ll never do that again. Maybe we need to carry a part of our past and pain around. It makes us whole in a sense, right? That’s why when I saw you and the look on your face when Blaze first showed up, I understood what you thought and felt. Tonight, not getting on that stage, that was wrong. You should have proved him wrong. You don’t need him. You can do better. You can forget him. Or maybe carry a small piece around. Like the ring I have.”

“Why can’t we let it all go, Shane?” Lita asked. “I tell myself I can… but then… I can’t.”

“That’s how I feel when I look at that ring,” I said. “Although it does look nice on you. But I’m not going to marry you, Lita. Not my thing. I’m not like the rest of Filthy Line.”

“What if we can make a better memory with the ring then?” Lita offered.

“How so?”

Without hesitation, Lita grabbed the bottom of the shirt and took it off.

She threw the shirt to the floor and stood there naked, wearing nothing but the engagement ring meant for someone else.

She slowly walked toward me. Her curvy hips gently swaying. Her perfect tits bouncing. The look in her eyes…

I shook my head.

This wasn’t about making a memory.

This was about moving into the future… with Lita.

14

LITA

I woke up naked in Shane’s bed.

I looked at my left hand and smiled.

I took the ring off after we were done having sex.

It rested on the nightstand.

It would have been weird to wear it all night.

Slowly, I peeled Shane’s right hand and arm off my body and sat up in bed.

I kept looking at the ring.

It was a perfect engagement ring.

A tiny diamond on a skinny band.

Nothing obnoxious, heavy and stupid.

I swallowed hard.

Blaze used to tease me, saying he was going to buy me a ring so heavy, I’d need to start weightlifting to gain strength.

That was all bullshit though.

He had been out fucking other women.

I turned my head and saw Shane sleeping.

God, he’s beautiful. Everything perfect, cut, chiseled, hard, delicious…

And on top of that, he understood what it felt like.

He understood why I got jumpy near Blaze.

It wasn’t healthy at all. I knew that.

I hid it just to protect myself from judgement.

But it didn’t seem like Shane judged me.

And it helped he was good in bed.

It was like we had a silent arrangement.

That was good. I liked that. It worked for us.

I stood up from the bed and found the shirt I wore last night. I put it on and walked