A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,41

get you inside,” Abby said with a vixen grin.

It took her five minutes to get the code to unlock Shane’s front door.

I didn’t ask how she did it, but I assumed it was from Reed.

Maybe Shane and Reed were together.

Maybe Abby flirted with them both via text… or sent some naughty pictures…

It didn’t matter.

I opened the door and made it a handful of steps before I stopped.

The Christmas tree was on the floor. The lights still on.

A whiskey bottle on the table.

“He’s not here for sure,” I said.

“Whoa, look at the tree,” Abby said.

“He did that because of me.”

“Knocked it over?”

“That, and actually got one,” I said. “Shit. I need to find him, Abby. There’s got to be…”

My voice trailed off as Abby started to smile big.

“You know where he is,” I said.

“I do,” Abby said. “I have to ask you a serious question.”

“Okay.”

“How do you feel about seeing other women naked?”

I cringed. “Seriously?”

“They’re rock stars, Lita,” Abby said. “Some things never change. Reed knows if he even thinks about touching, I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him, hide the body, and then fuck all of his friends out of spite.”

“You are a total badass, Abby,” I said.

“I know,” she said. “So… ready to go to the strip club with me?”

I hooked my arm into Abby’s and nodded.

The crazy things we do for love, huh?

Abby parked around back and we went in through the backdoor.

A bouncer was waiting and let us in.

He knew who she was.

The only rule he had was no fighting.

No trying to beat up a stripper.

We walked down a narrow hallway and then we were in the backstage area.

Which was boob city.

There were a dozen women standing there, topless, all shapes and sizes. Big, little, thick, hanging, full, fake, piercings…

My eyes danced around the room so fast I started to get dizzy.

“Hey, Abby,” someone said.

Another woman ran up to Abby and hugged her.

I watched the woman’s bare breasts press against Abby’s shirt.

“Hey, Ariel, are they all here?” Abby asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Ariel said. “And the new guy. He’s fucking smoking hot.”

I grabbed Ariel by the hair and pulled.

She let out a gasp.

“Shane is here?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

I looked down at her perfectly tight, toned body.

“Did you touch him?”

“No,” she said.

“Swear on your life?”

“I swear.”

“I love him,” I said. “Okay?”

“Lita, take it easy,” Abby whispered.

I released my hold on Ariel’s hair.

She hurried to smile at me.

I reached out and tapped under her breasts. “They look great, by the way. I’m sure you do fine here. Sorry about the hair.”

“It’s good,” Ariel said.

Abby grabbed my arm and led the way from the backstage area.

“You’re psycho right now,” she said to me.

“I’ll pull your hair next,” I warned.

“You really love him.”

“Yeah. I kind of do. And it’s kind of terrifying me.”

Out on the main floor of the strip club, the thumping music went through my body. The place was decorated for Christmas in such a dumb and cliché way. Random Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling. Some of the poles had green garland around them. A woman walked by us dressed as a reindeer with her right nipple showing as Rudolph’s nose.

“This way,” Abby said.

She pulled me again and we went into a second backstage type area.

It was a private area.

Two tables, each with a dancer.

A smaller stage.

A woman dancing naked on that stage.

And there was Shane.

Folded up money between his pointer and middle finger, eyes on the stripper.

She wiggled her hips back and forth, bending her knees, opening her legs, and Shane inched forward, sliding the money into a shoelace thick thong. At the front of her body.

She then turned around, on her hands and knees, her bubbly ass inches from his face.

She reached back and touched her right ass cheek.

Shane laughed and suddenly he had a marker in his hand.

He autographed the stripper’s right ass cheek.

Abby patted my back. “Are you really sure about this, Lita? Falling in love with a rock star is one thing. But wanting to be with a rock star… that’s a whole other mess.”

I shook my head. I wasn’t sure of anything.

Other than I couldn’t leave the strip club without Shane knowing how I felt about him.

21

SHANE

She walked up to the empty chair next to me.

She reached for the marker I had just used to autograph Janelle’s beautiful, round ass.

I looked at her and looked surprised, even though I knew she had been watching me the last minute or so.

“What…”

“Oh, shit,” I said. “Wait.”

Lita reached into her pocket and took out some cash.

She looked