A FILTHY Christmas (Filthy Line Book 6) Page 8

  But I couldn’t even remember how to breathe.

  I was on my knees, facing the wall of his bedroom.

  My hands against the wall like I was about to be frisked.

  Except I was naked with Shane’s arms wrapped around me tight.

  And his cock was buried inside me from behind…

  The front of his body to my back, his hips thrusting with such force, all I could do was cry out random sounds and noises.

  His right hand moved up and grabbed my left breast.

  He knew exactly how to grab me… hard, but not too rough.

  Like he was using me but he always knew I was a person that could feel things.

  I thrust back at him. which made him arch a little.

  Just a reminder that I was part of this too.

  I fucked him as hard as he fucked me.

  The more I leaned forward, the more sensation I felt deep in my core.

  My hands curled and scratched the wall.

  I looked down and saw his strong arm squishing my right breast to my body while his hand held my left breast. My nipple poked out between his middle and ring fingers, perked, hard, excited.

  His left hand moved down my body and when he touched my clit, I cried out his name.

  “Come for me again, beauty,” he ordered. “You’re right there. Don’t fight it. I’m close too. I want to fill you…”

  My left hand peeled from the wall and I grabbed his wrist.

  My clit was too tender by then.

  No more touching.

  It was like one of those little bells on the counter of a store.

  Ring For Service read Ring For Orgasm.

  Shane had hit that bell so much, my legs were tingling and numb.

  I held Shane’s hand and put my head back as I felt his cock thickening once more.

  His right hand moved up my body to my chin.

  He turned my head and I looked at him a second before he kissed me.

  We started to make out again…

  And his ability to kiss?

  That made me come.

  And as I squeezed against his cock, he grunted and met me with an orgasm of his own.

  In that moment, the both of us making noise, trying to kiss, our tongues touching, our bodies together, my right hand tearing apart his wall while my left hand held his… it was the most explosive moment I ever felt with someone in bed.

  And Shane just kept going.

  He just kept fucking.

  The more he fucked, the more I was able to forget.

  13

  SHANE

  I walked a glass of whiskey to Lita as she stood outside on the balcony.

  She wore nothing but a long, black t-shirt of mine.

  I wore nothing but jeans.

  I had a glass of whiskey for myself too.

  When she looked at me, she smiled.

  There was nothing like that post-orgasm high. When the world felt good. When you wanted to just live in that moment for the rest of your life.

  Which was possible.

  I could fuck all day and night and never play guitar again and just live off whatever money I had, then die half drunk and rock hard.

  “Cheers, beauty,” I whispered.

  “Yeah, cheers,” Lita said.

  We touched glasses and she took a big drink.

  I leaned against the railing and looked out at the city.

  “Nice view up here,” she said. “I didn’t realize you were this rich.”

  “Does that make me more likable?”

  “No. A little more tolerable.”

  “There’s no reason we couldn’t have gone to your place,” I said. “Even if your roommate was there… she could have joined us.”

  “Of course,” Lita said. “I was waiting for that. What is it with guys and that? You all watch too much porn. Do you really think it’s that easy? That you’re going to get two women to just go down on each other? Would you suck off Nash?”

  “What?” I yelled.

  “Exactly. So why would I want another women’s… you know… in my mouth…”

  “Don’t ruin the fantasy,” I said.

  “Yeah, right. Fantasy. That’s all it is for you.”

  “You’re one to talk, Lita.”

  “About?”

  “Fantasies.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Come on, beauty,” I said with a laugh. “What the hell are you really doing here with me?”

  “I was horny,” she said. “I know you are all the time. Win-win.”

  I shook my head. “You were going to get up on that stage and sing. Then you saw Blaze and-”

  “You saw Blaze first,” she said.

  “Right. This is my fault.”

  “Exactly.” She sipped her whiskey again. “What does it matter to you? Last time I checked, you got your dick sucked, got to go down on me, and came.”

  “Oh, I’m not complaining at all,” I said. “I’m just laughing at the notion of a fantasy. You think I’m wrong for wanting to fuck you and your roommate at the same time. But yet you have this fantasy that you’re going to make Blaze jealous and want you back.”

  “What did you just say?” Lita asked.

  “You heard me,” I said.

  Lita downed the rest of her whiskey and put the glass on a table.

  “I’m going to get changed and leave,” she said.

  “Sure thing,” I said. “Thanks for the fuck.”

  Lita walked away with purpose.

  I liked the way the back of her legs looked.

  When she was out of sight, I thought about something.

  If she was going to get changed, that meant she was going to be naked again.

  How in the hell could I pass up seeing her naked again?

  I opened the bedroom door and Lita wasn’t naked.

  At all.

  Far from it.

  She was still in the same black t-shirt.

  And her cheeks were bright red.

  Her hands were balled up tight and together.

  “What are you doing?” she snapped at me.

  “It’s my bedroom,” I said. “And I was hoping to see you naked. You may not like me for it, but I like your body, Lita.”

  “You don’t need to keep saying that.”

  “I know. But I’m going to.”

  “You just want to get laid again.”

  “Correct.”

  “I’m leaving.”

  “Not until you show me what’s in your hand.”

  Lita shook her head.

  I nodded.

  “Shane…”

  “My room, my house, my rules.”

  “Please, don’t do this.”

  “What? What’s so bad about what’s in your hand? Did you secretly record us fucking? Are you going to sell it to someone? No need to hide it. Record and sell all you want, Lita. I have nothing to hide.”

  “I would never do that, Shane.”

  “So then, what’s the problem?”

  “Nothing. Just give me a minute alone.”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “My tongue was dancing on your clit not too long ago. My mouth sucked on your nipples until they were swollen and puffy. I fucked you until you couldn’t speak. Remember?”

  “And that doesn’t mean you get a free show whenever you want,” Lita said. “Go fuck yourself, Shane.”

  “Open your hand, Lita.”

  “No,” she said.

  I paused for a second and sighed.

  Then I jumped at her.

  She let out a scream.

  My hands touched her sides and I tickled her.

  The scream turned into laughter and she looked surprised that I was tickling her.

  I mean, who in the world gets to say they were tickled by a rock star?

  “Open your hand,” I said.

  “Fuck off!” Lita managed to yell as she laughed.

  She wiggled away and I lunged at her aga
in.

  I moved my hands to her hips and when I pressed my thumb near the top of her thigh, she jumped and screamed and threw her hands at me.

  She fell back, hit the wall and kicked at me.

  She kept laughing even after I stopped tickling her.

  My eyes scanned the floor and I saw what she had been hiding from me.

  “Shane… I’m sorry…”

  I crouched down and picked the diamond ring up off the floor.

  I looked at Lita, then at the ring.

  It was the engagement ring I had planned on giving Stacy.

  “Shane…”

  I stood up, holding the ring in my hand.

  I took a deep breath.

  “Okay, you have to say something,” Lita said.

  I looked at her.

  Slowly, I reached for her left hand and pulled her toward me.

  I lifted the engagement ring and slid it down her ring finger.

  “There,” I said. “Is that what you wanted to do?”

  Lita swallowed hard. “Uh… I’m not…”

  “I didn’t ask you to marry me, Lita. But you wanted to wear the ring, right? You came into my room and went through my shit. Right? What were you looking for? Dirt on me?”

  “More of your story,” Lita said. “Because of what you do for me.”

  “What do I do for you?”

  “You saw Blaze first,” she said. “And you knew what to do.”

  “What? Pretend to be your boyfriend? That had a great end result to it.”

  Lita shook her head. “No, Shane. There’s more to it. You told me you were going to propose to Stacy, but she was with someone else.”

  “That’s right. She was fucking some guy. Riding his cock.”

  “You kept the ring,” Lita said. She lifted her hand. “Why?”

  “Maybe it’s a reminder.”

  “Of?”

  “Of what happens when you get too close,” I said.

  “I don’t believe that.”

  “Just like I don’t believe you wanting to fuck me tonight didn’t have something to do with Blaze.”

  “Okay, fine,” Lita said. “It had everything to do with Blaze.”

  “Why?”

  “Why do you have this ring? For real?”

  I moved away from Lita and walked across my bedroom.

  I wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or pissed off that she dug through my top nightstand drawer.

  It meant she wanted to know more about me.

  So much for that just fucking and nothing else thing, huh?

  “We both had our hearts broken it seems,” I said. “And we both have a hard time of letting it all go. The reason why… I have no clue, Lita.” I looked back at her. “That night, I had a ring and an idea. I opened the bedroom door and watched Stacy’s body sliding up and down some other guy’s cock. I walked out and never looked back. I fucked someone else that night, which helped for a minute or two. I kept the ring… I don’t know. Maybe to remind me of what happened. Maybe to act tough and say I’ll never do that again. Maybe we need to carry a part of our past and pain around. It makes us whole in a sense, right? That’s why when I saw you and the look on your face when Blaze first showed up, I understood what you thought and felt. Tonight, not getting on that stage, that was wrong. You should have proved him wrong. You don’t need him. You can do better. You can forget him. Or maybe carry a small piece around. Like the ring I have.”

  “Why can’t we let it all go, Shane?” Lita asked. “I tell myself I can… but then… I can’t.”

  “That’s how I feel when I look at that ring,” I said. “Although it does look nice on you. But I’m not going to marry you, Lita. Not my thing. I’m not like the rest of Filthy Line.”

  “What if we can make a better memory with the ring then?” Lita offered.

  “How so?”

  Without hesitation, Lita grabbed the bottom of the shirt and took it off.

  She threw the shirt to the floor and stood there naked, wearing nothing but the engagement ring meant for someone else.

  She slowly walked toward me. Her curvy hips gently swaying. Her perfect tits bouncing. The look in her eyes…

  I shook my head.

  This wasn’t about making a memory.

  This was about moving into the future… with Lita.

  14

  LITA

  I woke up naked in Shane’s bed.

  I looked at my left hand and smiled.

  I took the ring off after we were done having sex.

  It rested on the nightstand.

  It would have been weird to wear it all night.

  Slowly, I peeled Shane’s right hand and arm off my body and sat up in bed.

  I kept looking at the ring.

  It was a perfect engagement ring.

  A tiny diamond on a skinny band.

  Nothing obnoxious, heavy and stupid.

  I swallowed hard.

  Blaze used to tease me, saying he was going to buy me a ring so heavy, I’d need to start weightlifting to gain strength.

  That was all bullshit though.

  He had been out fucking other women.

  I turned my head and saw Shane sleeping.

  God, he’s beautiful. Everything perfect, cut, chiseled, hard, delicious…

  And on top of that, he understood what it felt like.

  He understood why I got jumpy near Blaze.

  It wasn’t healthy at all. I knew that.

  I hid it just to protect myself from judgement.

  But it didn’t seem like Shane judged me.

  And it helped he was good in bed.

  It was like we had a silent arrangement.

  That was good. I liked that. It worked for us.

  I stood up from the bed and found the shirt I wore last night. I put it on and walked to the window.

  Christmastime in LA was so weird. I had been living through them for such a long time but that didn’t make it any less weird.

  The sun was bright. The air was warm. There were no hints of the traditional Christmas everyone was shown on TV and in movies. Yeah, people decorated their houses, inside and out. Yeah, there was the same rush to buy stuff nobody really needed and only kind of wanted.

  I just never went for it.

  Mostly because I never had anyone to share Christmas with.

  I glanced back at the bed and laughed in my head.

  There was no way in hell Shane was ever going to celebrate Christmas himself. Not after catching the woman he wanted to marry sleeping with another guy on Christmas Eve.

  Yikes.

  That had to have been painful.

  Which was a duh moment for me.

  Shane kept the engagement ring. He could tough it out as a rock star and say whatever he wanted, but he kept the ring because it still hurt him.

  It hurt to lose someone. No matter what.

  I shuffled across the floor toward the door and Shane lifted his right arm.

  “Come here,” he said.

  I froze. “Are you talking in your sleep, Shane?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “I’m talking in my sleep. I know all the secrets to the universe.” His eyes opened. “I was awake before you, Lita.”

  “Oh,” I said.

  I moved back to the bed.

  Shane grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.

  I let out a playful yell as he wrapped his arms around me.

  “It’s too early to be awake,” he said.

  “I’m up,” I said.

  “Me too, beauty.”

  Our eyes met and he grinned.

  “What do you think this is?” I asked. “How Many Times Can I Fuck Lita in Twelve Hours?”

  “Maybe,” Shane said. “I bet I’ll win the trophy.”

  “There is no trophy for that, Shane.”

  “Who the fuck cares about a trophy?” he asked. “Are we fucking, or do I have to ask you to leave?”

  I straddled him in bed and felt his cock pulsing between my legs.
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br />   He had that stupid cocky grin on his face. I curled my lip and groaned, hating him for being who he was.

  Yet at the same time, I liked who he was.

  He was half hidden and half real.

  Just like me.

  And he had a point…

  I mean, we were both in his bed, turned on…

  I grabbed the bottom of the shirt and took it off. I leaned forward and put my hands to the wall. His hands grabbed for my breasts, gently squeezing, pressing them together, his tongue caressing my nipples one at a time.

  As I arched my back a little, he moved the lower half of his body so his cock could greet me.

  When it did, I sucked in a breath and shut my eyes.

  Why the hell was he so good at this?

  I knew it was a bad idea to walk into the studio together.

  Shane being Shane, he didn’t give a shit about anyone or their opinions.

  Of course, this was the day when the entire band was there before us, meaning they were there on time.

  Nash started to clap first.

  I sighed.

  Then came the rest of the band.

  All of them applauding.

  Even Dex. With his messed-up hand. He smacked his shoulder with his good hand.

  “Look at the glow on her face,” Jay said. “I need sunglasses.”

  “Damn, Shane, you must be good to make her grin like she is right now,” Sab said.

  “Do I need to call a lawyer?” I asked.

  “For what?” Reed asked. “Was the sex so good, it was a crime?”

  They all laughed.

  Even Shane laughed.

  I sighed again.

  “Just throwing this out there,” Nash said. “We’re having the biggest wedding of all time. Five weddings. One night. I’m pretty sure we can add a sixth.”

  I cringed and looked at Shane.

  He kept laughing, but I was pretty sure that comment hurt him.

  I showed my hands. “No ring. No wedding.”

  “Just sex?” Dex asked.

  “Holy shit,” Jay said. “That should be a song title or album title.”

  Nash looked at Jay. “No ring. No wedding. Just sex.”

  “Let’s write that song right now,” Sab said.

  “I found a woman looking, from across the bar,” Reed said. “Her eyes were dark and sexy, I knew it wouldn’t be hard. The next morning in the hotel room, she was wrapped up in my arms. I told her don’t get comfy, she better call for a car…”