A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,43

adventure, Lita,” I said. “Knowing that could happen but still having fun anyway. I knew Stacy was never meant for me. Not in the forever kind of way. But you… you’re the forever kind of person. And if you do what she did, then I’m fucked.”

“Yeah, well if you hurt me…”

I stepped closer to her and touched her face. “If I hurt you, you can smash a glass against my face and kick me in the balls, okay?”

“That’s the thing, Shane,” she said. “That’s not good enough. I love you in a way I never felt before. It would have to be something really crazy…”

“You can cut my balls off,” I said.

“Not good enough.”

“You can smash my guitars,” I said.

“How about if you hurt me, you have to leave your Christmas tree up all year long…”

“Now that’s just fucking torture,” I whispered.

Lita smiled.

I leaned down and brushed my lips to hers.

Before I could actually kiss her, the band erupted into applause.

They all started to clap and whistle for us.

With the exception of Dex, of course. He had to slam his good hand to the table over and over.

I started to properly kiss Lita.

A camera flash went off.

We both turned our heads and there was Janelle, standing topless on stage, smiling at us.

“It’s a good moment to capture,” she said.

“Yeah, it is,” I said.

Lita slapped my face and turned my head. “Eyes on me, Shane.”

“There’s plenty of me to go around,” I said.

“What’s that I hear? The sound of a Christmas tree up all year?”

I slipped my arms around her and kissed her again.

With Filthy Line watching. With three topless women watching. In the private backstage area of a strip club.

And to me, it was the only way to really fall in love.

I stepped to the side of the stage as Dex took my spot.

The crowd got louder for him.

Dex showed off his hand.

He was getting better and he insisted on trying to play guitar. It was against everyone’s wishes, including the doctors.

I told him to do it.

Dex grabbed a guitar and put it over his shoulder and nodded.

The crowd loved it.

I told Dex I would cover him for anything he needed.

“So we know that Dex hurt his hand jerking off,” Nash yelled into the mic.

There was a collective laugh.

“But tonight he wants to play guitar for you,” Nash said.

“And because he wants to jerk off again,” Jay added into his own mic.

Sab played a quick drum fill.

I smiled.

Filthy Line was made up of these five guys.

I was just lucky enough to be on the side of the stage and watch it happen.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled.

Lita was just a few feet away, staring at me.

I puckered my lips and she shook her head.

No kissing during concerts…

She was vicious sometimes.

Jay began to play. The crowd exploded into cheers again.

When it was Dex’s part, I played with him.

He looked back at me and I gave a nod.

Dex smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.

I played the song and kept looking back at Lita.

Her staring at me… the look in her eyes…

She made me smile.

Like a kid on fucking Christmas morning.

I pulled Lita tighter against my body as my cock pulsed inside her.

Our mouths were open mid-kiss. My left hand squeezed her right ass cheek so hard, she grabbed my wrist to pull me away.

“Fuck, Shane,” she said into my mouth.

“It’s so fucking good,” I growled as I thrust again.

She wrapped her right leg around me and pulled.

I was as deep as I was made to go.

We began to kiss again.

Her inner thighs quivered.

My cock refused to stop pulsing, the feeling matching the beat of my heart.

“We have to stop this,” I said to Lita in between kisses.

“Having sex?”

“No. Not that. We need to stop having sex in front of this fucking Christmas tree.”

“Why?” she asked.

“It’s making me enjoy Christmas,” I said.

Lita smiled. “Good. You should enjoy it.”

“Hey. You’re coming to the weddings with me tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Even though it’s stupid to get married on Christmas Eve. Who does that?”

“Filthy Line,” I said. “That’s who.”

“All five of them though…”

“It’ll be one hell of a party,” I said.

“This is one hell of a party,” Lita said.

She pushed at my chest and climbed on top of me. My hands moved up and cupped under her breasts. My thumbs played with her nipples and her body wiggled.

I was still inside her. She clenched against my cock.

I was far from not being hard.

Which meant…

Lita spread her hands wide across my chest and leaned forward.

She