A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,20

end of it all, she made more money here than she ever would back home.

It was called a trade-off.

Her small fingers reached for my smoke.

“What time is it?” she whispered.

“Time isn’t real, honey,” I whispered. “Come here. You’re shivering.”

I opened the blanket and pushed it down a little.

Miss Neon-Green Thong wiggled her way under the covers, her chilly body resting on my warm body.

I always kept the air conditioning going full force.

Except when I was fucking.

You had to get hot and sticky to make everything work, right?

But after that, it was time to be in an ice box.

Miss Neon-Green Thong was cuddly as hell. She looked good when she took a hit of my smoke. Putting her head back, shutting her eyes, letting the smoke dance from her mouth.

I kept my hands to myself.

I wasn’t in the mood for anything at the moment.

I just wanted to make sure she was warm.

See? I’m not that bad of a guy, right?

Of course, my mind was stuck on fucking Abby.

She was going to be in the practice garage with the band in just hours. And then she was going to end up in the studio. From there, she was going to end up on stage.

On stage was where I met her.

Excess made me do what I did to her.

Now she was floating through again.

Floating through…

That was the key.

Let her sing. Let her collect a few bucks. Let her disappear again.

Hell, if need be, I’d talk to the band and give her a little something extra. Enough to get her back on her feet and let her go for good. Or maybe I could have Toby find something for her to do.

Then again…

Why the fuck would I do that for her? After everything that happened? It wasn’t my fucking job to care for her. She was on her own. She always had been on her own. That was for damn sure. She wanted to play the game… and she did. Or, she tried. And, hey, it was a good thing while it lasted.

“Reed, what’s on that mind of yours, baby?” Miss Neon-Green Thong whispered to me.

Smoke danced from her lips.

I looked at her and I grabbed the back of her head with my left hand.

I pulled her close to me and kissed her, tasting the smoke still in her mouth.

I broke the kiss right away.

I touched her hand and plucked the smoke from between her fingers and helped myself to another drag.

“Someone has a messed-up heart,” she whispered.

I looked at her. “No. Someone has a hard cock that needs to be tended to.”

Miss Neon-Green Thong lifted the covers and looked down at me.

Of course I was rock hard.

She was topless. Her body was against mine.

My blood had no problem pumping as needed, even if I was thinking about something else.

“Let me see what I can do about that,” she whispered.

She dipped her head down under the covers.

Her lips slid over the full head of my cock.

Then she kept going, groaning and fighting her way as she tried to take all of my cock into her mouth and throat.

I put my head back and took another drag of smoke.

I could come twenty times and smoke myself stupid…

But I was still going to have to face Abby today.

“Holy fuck do you look like shit.”

I put my hands together and bowed before Jay.

He grabbed my shoulder. “Seriously. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Whoa, whoa,” Dex said as he hurried from the practice stage. He reached for my sunglasses and I slapped his hand away. “Are you high right now, bro?”

“Define high,” I said.

“Shit,” Dex said.

“Got any for me?” Jay asked.

“Nash is going to lose his mind,” Dex said.

“It’s just a practice,” I said. “We’re just running through the new song. Getting shit together. That’s all.”

“Are you good to play the piano part?” Dex asked.

“I can play anything you want.”

“No, we have everyone coming in,” Jay said. “Piano. Strings.”

“We’re a fucking orchestra now,” I said with a laugh.

“Go drink coffee or water or something,” Dex said.

Jay patted my shoulder. “If you have anything with you, you better share.”

“I brought some company…”

I looked over my shoulder and the three Line Whores from my bed were wandering around near the doors.

Jay laughed. “This is going to be awesome.”

There was Butterfly Tattoo, Nipple Rings, and Miss Neon-Green Thong.

All beautiful in their own right. All there for a purpose.

Nash and Sab were finishing setting up on stage.

I joined them and when Nash looked at me, he shook his head.

“Don’t say it,” I