A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,53

was full of women who wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off and do filthy things to him… that was Sab.

And that same guy looked back at me, saw me, and then walked away from all those willing women to come to me.

When he got close enough, I put my hands to his sweaty shirt at his chest and I shook my head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You did it, Sebastian,” I said. “You’re a real rock star.”

Sab laughed and touched my face. “Took you long enough to see it.”

“Sorry about that. I’ve been busy living a different life.”

“And all I’ve been trying to do is get your attention.”

“Oh, believe me, you have it,” I said.

Jay walked by and slapped Sab on the back. “I guess all those late-night drunk texts after fucking strippers paid off, huh?”

Sab tried to move toward Jay but I grabbed his shirt.

“I’ll kill him for that,” Sab growled.

I laughed.

I had no idea why I was laughing at the comment.

For all I knew, it was true.

I was swept up in the rock star world for sure.

Worse than ever.

And I was okay with it.

“What do we do now?” I asked Sab.

“We party…”

I stepped back from Sab. “Lead the way.”

He moved toward me, threw an arm around me and walked me off the stage.

I looked back one more time and the main lights were on in the arena and people were already mostly cleared out.

My heart was racing and I had nothing to do with the show.

The rest of the band was scattered along a wide hallway of the arena.

Everyone but Sab and I had a drink.

There was a sense of hustle all around us, but we weren’t doing a damn thing.

I watched as dozens of people ran around like the building was on fire.

But I realized they were just doing their job.

They had to pack everything up, load it onto a truck, and then move it to the next city and set it all back up.

“That was a great one, guys,” a voice called out.

I watched as a guy in nice pants and a tucked-in white shirt approached.

“Toby,” Nash said. “The buzzkill is here.”

“The new song is great,” Toby said.

“We know that,” Reed said.

“And, hey, let’s talk about the book,” Toby said. “I already started-”

“Toby,” Sab said. “Have a drink.”

“I’m good,” Toby said.

“No,” Dex said. “You really need to have a drink…”

Nash and Jay went to another table and lifted a bowl of some kind of red drink.

They snuck up behind Toby and poured the bowl over his head and then balanced the bowl on it.

“How’s your drink?” Sab asked as everyone laughed.

I covered my mouth because I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to laugh or not.

“Fuckers,” Toby growled.

He stormed away.

The band looked at one another and at the same time, they said fuckers in the same voice Toby did.

“Real mature, Sab,” I said.

He looked at me and winked. “You have to have fun in life, right?”

The band kept laughing.

We all kept drinking.

But in my mind…

The problem with fun was that it didn’t last forever.

I didn’t realize how late it was until we got back to the hotel room.

“Sab, the sun is going to come up soon,” I said with a drunk laugh.

“You don’t do late nights, huh?”

“Never,” I said.

I walked to the window and opened the curtains.

I swore I could just make out the first flicker of daylight.

Or maybe that’s what my mind wanted to see.

I looked back and Sab was moving toward me.

His eyes told me exactly what he wanted.

Which was what I wanted too.

Even though we had talked about this kind of thing. We didn’t really set any rules or anything, but we said we were drunk. And we had sex. Because we had been letting that build for years. It was supposed to stop right then and there.

But Sab made that move on the tour bus.

And now…

His hands touched my sides.

His body closed in on mine.

I felt the swell of his cock pressing against his jeans, right through my shirt to my back.

I took a deep, slow breath.

“What do you think, babe?” Sab asked. “Want to really be my rock star girl? I’ll fuck you against this window. You never know who’s watching.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “To have someone take a picture and then you’re all over the internet?”

“You’d be all over the internet,” he said. “Not me. And even if it was me, I don’t care. I’m just a rock star fucking a beautiful woman in my hotel