A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,28

one on both knees, working so hard…”

“I told her don’t get comfy, she better call for a car…,” Reed said again.

They kept laughing. Again, Shane was too.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled.

They all shut up.

“For the record, I made that up,” I said. “And if you motherfuckers use that, I will sue your ass.”

“Oh, no need to get touchy,” Jay said. “We’ve got lawyers, contracts, and a lot of money to spend. I’m sure we could work something out.”

Jay winked and they went back to writing the apparent new song.

Shane leaned down and brushed his lips to my ear. “Looks like you just scored yourself a lucrative writing credit, beauty.”

He walked away from me as Jay yelled for Shane to get a guitar and help him write some riffs.

I stood there in shock.

What the hell was actually happening here?

Abby showed up and threw her arm around me.

“Still fucking the new guitarist?” she asked.

“Yup,” I said.

“Good for you. Why are they so happy?”

“I helped them write a new song,” I said.

“About your sex life?”

“I guess so,” I said.

“You look like you need a drink,” Abby said with a big grin.

I watched Shane and Jay strumming their guitars.

I sighed one more time.

“I need two drinks.”

Filthy Line and Shane wrote a song while Abby and I drank.

It was a wasted day of singing, and I was wasted by the time the session ended.

The song was actually very catchy. Still raw though. It would take time to rewrite it a few dozen times to find the right sound.

Reed came into the vocal booth to find Abby and I sitting together, giggling like teenagers.

“Well, isn’t this just my dream?” Reed asked.

I looked at Abby and shook my head.

“They’re all the same, Lita,” she said.

“I mean, honestly, if we kissed right now, what would happen?” I asked.

“Let’s find out,” Reed said.

“I’ll tell you what would happen,” Abby said. “He’d get hard and blow his load.”

“We’re right in the line of fire,” I said.

“So we better not kiss then,” Abby said.

“I’ll back up,” Reed said.

“You’re so gross,” Abby said to him.

He put his hand out. “Well, now you’ve got me turned on. Let’s go. We’re out of here.”

Abby gave me what was left of the vodka and she went to Reed.

I guess rock star cock was worth more than a drunk conversation with a friend.

Not that I blamed her.

Because if-

“Shane,” I said.

He stood in the doorway and looked down at me. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You need a ride home.”

“Yeah.”

When Shane helped me up, the room started to spin.

“Ut-oh,” I whispered.

“You’re drunk,” Shane said.

“A little bit.”

Shane walked with me from the studio to outside.

The band was lingering around.

A fire suddenly kicked up in me.

I cupped my hands around my mouth.

“Glad my pussy gave you a new song!”

I heard myself yelling it as my heart said not to.

But it was too late.

And everyone clapped for me.

Filthy Line cheered about my… pussy…

I looked at Shane. “See how lucky you are, you get my pussy!”

Ohmygod, Lita, what are you doing?

Shane smiled. “I better get you home, Lita.”

“Yeah, you better,” I said.

I had plenty of horrible and filthy things I wanted to do with Shane.

I fell sleep in the car on the ride to my apartment.

I vaguely remembered Shane carrying me to the apartment. I vaguely remembered hearing Maggie’s voice.

But I definitely remembered Shane tucking me into my bed and kissing my forehead.

And whispering, “Damn, Lita, I wish you could see how special you really are…”

Shane left the bedroom and I smiled.

I grabbed for an extra pillow and pretended I was hugging his beautiful, rock star cock.

Then again, I was really starting to like the rest of him too.

15

SHANE

The next day Lita showed up to the studio in a hoodie and wearing sunglasses.

“You look like hell,” I said.

She waved her middle fingers at me and didn’t say a word.

I laughed.

She had been pretty lit up, drinking a ton of vodka with Abby.

When she tried to sing, it was bad.

Bad enough that everyone in the band looked around at each other.

Bad enough that I snuck out of the studio and went to get her the biggest coffee I could find.

As I came back to the parking lot, Lita was outside, hugging herself.

I got out of my car, lit a cigarette, and took her the coffee.

“Here,” I said. “Lightweight.”

“Fuck off,” she snapped. “I’m fine. Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem,” I said. “Do you want to ditch today with me?”

“Bail on the band?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Funny you bring that up,” she said. “I have