A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,42

up at the beautiful stripper as Janelle looked down at her.

I sensed a little tension at first. Janelle wondering if Lita was there to start a fight or to have some fun.

I honestly had no idea what the hell was going to happen.

As far as I was concerned, Lita was supposed to be in bed with Blaze.

It was their time to figure their shit out, right?

Lita held up a five-dollar bill and winked.

Janelle slowly lowered down and ran a hand through her hair.

She moved to her hands and knees and crawled toward Lita.

Janelle had big, natural breasts.. and my mind started playing all kind of games. Thinking about things she and Lita could do to one another…

My cock began to get jumpy.

A broken heart and a stiff cock was not a good combination for me.

Janelle reached for Lita’s face and stroked her cheek.

She put her head back and offered Lita her breasts.

Fuck.

Lita glanced over at me and slowly placed the five-dollar bill between Janelle’s breasts. She then popped up to her knees and squished her breasts together with the money between them.

Still no words were spoken between Lita and I.

Janelle crawled back to Lita and put her mouth to Lita’s ear.

“What do you need from me, babe?” was all I heard over the music.

Lita said plenty, but all I picked up on was, “give me your ass…”

Janelle laughed. “You got it.”

She turned and I saw my autograph on her right ass cheek.

Her left ass cheek was untouched.

Lita looked at me and curled her lip.

Then she took the lid off the marker.

Lita hovered over Janelle’s ass a lot longer than I was expecting.

“Are you writing a goddamn book?” I asked. “Or do you just really like her ass?”

Lita finally sat back down and put the lid on the marker.

Janelle looked back at Lita and smiled.

I looked at Janelle’s ass.

I smashed a glass off Blaze’s head, then kicked him in the balls.

Now, I came here to tell you I’m in love with you.

I slowly turned my head and Lita was trying to stand up.

My hand shot out and I hooked my middle finger to an empty belt loop on her jeans and sat her ass back down.

I grabbed the marker and stood up.

“This is one expensive piece of paper, huh, Shane?” Janelle asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

I slid a ten between her legs so she would stay put.

And I replied to Lita’s note.

You deserve to be happy the way you want to be happy.

And I already knew you fell in love with me. That’s your problem.

My problem? I fell in love with you. I have a fucking Christmas tree because of you.

I dropped the marker.

After Lita finished reading, Janelle moved to her knees and looked back.

“If someone writes one more thing on my ass I’m going to end up crying all night,” she said. “I didn’t know my ass was that big.”

“Your ass is perfect,” Lita said. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

Janelle looked at me. “I really hope you wrote something nice to her on my ass. She’s a keeper.”

Janelle stood up and walked away.

I looked at Lita again. “So that’s our story, beauty?”

“What?”

“We confess our love to each other writing on a stripper’s ass?”

“What other way is there to say or do it, Shane?”

I stared at her.

Behind me, the band was split between two tables. I felt them all staring at me.

When I looked, there they were… five rock stars… two women on tables, topless and dancing, all staring at Lita and I.

“You’re an asshole, Shane,” Lita yelled at me.

“I’m an asshole?” I asked.

“You were the one who said to do something. You never gave me a chance.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I took you to see Stacy so you could see it for yourself,” she said. “And you did see it. You understand it. But for me? I was figuring it out. Did I take forever? Of course I did. That’s my business. I was hurt and confused. I couldn’t figure out why. Then I met you. You’re annoying, Shane. You smoke and I hate cigarettes. You have the balls to just walk into the studio with Filthy Line like you’ve been in the band your entire life. You say what you want. You do what you want. Yet you still know how to feel hurt. You are the worst thing that could ever happen to me… because you make me feel whole. And I hate that because if you make me feel that way, you can take it away.”

“That’s the