A FILTHY Marriage (Filthy Line Book 4)
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A FILTHY Marriage
A filthy line novel
Jaxson Kidman
Contents
A FILTHY Marriage
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Meet Sab
More From Jaxson
A FILTHY Marriage
Waking up married to one of the hottest rock stars in the world is just the beginning of my problems.
How did this happen?
I’m still trying to figure that out myself...
Before I can piece this thing together I’m suddenly tabloid news.
Apparently I staged the marriage arrangement to get some quick cash to take care of my dying grandmother.
Hey, it’s a hell of an idea but totally not mine.
I’ve got cameras in my face and I need a savior.
The last person I expect to see is my new husband.
Not only does he get the attention off me he also says the marriage was both our ideas and totally legit...
That, no, there is no money involved and there is no divorce involved either.
Uh, what?
He takes my hand, kisses me, and whispers that I owe him...
And that he now owns me.
I guess there are worse things than being at the command of a man that a million women want to sleep with...
Trust me, I’m about to find out how wild and crazy and worse this mistake of a marriage can get.
1
JAY
“You look sad, baby… want to talk about it?”
Starla bent over and wiggled her round ass, making her thick cheeks slap together against the thin cord of her G-string.
Her legs were so goddamn long, they were distracting.
Which was why I was at my favorite strip club.
I needed the distraction.
I touched the outsides of her thighs and inched my fingertips to her firm and well-worked ass.
She looked back at me, her head almost upside down, hair touching the floor.
She reached back and grabbed my wrist.
“No touching, remember?”
She winked.
I grinned.
“Since when are rock stars not allowed to touch?”
“You’re not a rock star right now, Jay,” she said. “You’re like all the other guys out there. All sad and depressed. Looking for a woman to just sit on their dick for a little while and tell him life is okay.”
My hands grabbed her hips and I pulled her down to my lap.
“Now, is that such a bad thing?” I asked.
Starla rocked left to right and moaned. “I see not everyone is down in the dumps…”
“Well, have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” I asked.
“Aw, that’s so sweet to say,” she said.
She leaned back against me.
My hands moved around to her stomach and up, cupping over her tits.
This private dance was a very intimate moment for us.
Was it allowed?
Fuck no, it wasn’t allowed.
At least for the common customer.
For me… there were no rules.
Starla and I had a special arrangement.
I had other special arrangements with several other dancers too.
But Starla was my favorite.
She turned her head and exhaled a breath against my ear.
She nuzzled her nose and groaned, grinding that goddamn ass against me.
I shut my eyes and gave myself the mental thumbs up to blow a load in my jeans.
But Starla had plenty other places where I could blow my load. Places that would be mutually beneficial for the both of us.
My hands moved back down to her sides and I stopped her.
I looked at her.
“You don’t want to talk about your feelings, do you?” she whispered.
“No,” I said.
“Good. I hate feelings.”
“All feelings?” I asked with a grin.
Starla turned completely around to face me.
My right hand flirted with the edge of her thong between her legs.
She was soaked.
Just like I liked her.
She reached down and unzipped my jeans with one hand.
I didn’t wear anything under my jeans.
That was called easy access.
And Starla herself…
She was my easy access.
She bit at my neck like a sultry vampire as I came.
I held her ass with both hands and kept that beautiful body of hers against mine.
I filled her with enough rock star cum to repopulate the world.
Too bad she’s on birth control, right?
I grinned because it felt so fucking good to have her pussy squeezing me for every last droplet of mini-Jays. The thought of me repopulating the world was a terrifying thing.
Starla was a breathless mess as she melted into me.
I wrapped my arms around Starla and hugged her.
Very slowly and thoroughly I lifted her up and down, making sure my cock enjoyed all that I could get out of her before she finally moved away from me.
When she stood up, she looked at me with a big smile and tried to fix her hair.
Her tits danced.
Her body looked delicious.
She pointed at me. “That’s enough from you.”
I stood up and wrestled my dick back into my jeans.
“How’s your kid?” I asked.
“Good,” she said. “He’s playing guitar. Because of you.”
“No way.”
“Yeah,” Starla said with a laugh. “He’s a big fan. I think he’s too young to listen to that kind of music, but whatever. He could be on the street causing problems.”
“Tell him keep it up,” I said. “Stay off the streets. Play guitar. Next time I see you, bring something from his room and I’ll sign it. Shit, I’ll have the guys sign it too.”
“You don’t have to do that, Jay,” she said. “We’re good here. I get just as much out of this as you do.”
“Ah, so you like my rock star dick, huh?”
Starla patted my chest. “I just like to come. Be thankful I choose you to use so I can come.”
“Whew,” I said.
The black curtain to the room opened.
A man dressed all in black appeared. “Jay. You have company.”
“Do we have a private stage?” I asked.
“Of course,” the man said.
“Be right there,” I said.
The man slipped away.
I looked at Starla. “I guess I better go work.”
“Me too,” she said. “You’re a good fuck, Jay, but I don’t make anything off of it.”
“I’ll pay…”
Starla laughed. “No, you won’t.” She touched my face. “You’re different tonight. What’s going on?”
“I thought you didn’t want to hear about my feelings?”
“Good point. We don’t want to cross any lines here, right?”
“Exactly,” I said. “Have a good night, Starla. That was damn good.”
“Yeah, it was,” she said.
She slipped away, I put my fingers to my mouth and kissed them.
She was that good. The distraction. Like a drug… to make me forget… but the high never stayed for long.
Now I had to go deal with real life shit.
Sab stared up at the topless dancer. She stared down at him.
They were like puppy dogs in love.
Or just horny people wanting to fuck each other.
Of course, the second his phone screen lit up with a text from you know who, Sab lost all interest in the dancer’s perky tits and right nipple piercing.
I shook my head.
It wasn’t a fight worth fighting anymore.
Sab was hopeless.
“What are we doing here?” Nash asked.
“Christ, man, you can’t even look at her?” I asked. “She’s beautiful. She’s here for you. What’s wrong? You think Liv is going to gouge your eyes out?”
“What?” Nash asked. “You think Liv gives a shit about this? She knows the life.”
“What about Candice and Abby?” I asked Dex and Reed.
They both flipped me off.
Reed looked at the dancer as she began to twirl and swirl around the pole.
A few seconds later another woman joined the fun.
A blondie. A brunette. One with curves. One with no curves. Complete opposites.
They were delicious looking, just like Starla.
Except with these two, I would never ask about their personal lives.
“Jay, seriously,” Dex said.
“What?” I asked.
“You said there was something big going on,” Reed said.
“There is,” I said. “I know Toby has shit worked out for the tour. Which is good. Tours are good. We get to travel.”
“It’s a small tour,” Nash said. “He’s calling it the first of many legs.”
That was my cue to make a crude joke about having three legs, but I let the moment pass.
Sab slammed his thumbs to his phone screen.
I pointed to him.
Reed reached over and put his hand over the phone. “Can’t help yourself?”
“Fuck off,” Sab said. “She’s my best friend.”
We all laughed.
“I’m not even going there,” Dex said.
“I’m about to leave,” Nash said.
“It’s about Mitchy,” I said.
They all went silent.
They all stared at me.
The two dancers were going to town on each other, looking for attention.
I looked up to them. “Forgive me for this… but I need you both to leave. I’ve never said that to mostly naked women before.”
I put my hands together in prayer and begged the universe of strippers, tits, and pussy to please forgive me for what I had said.
When the dancers left, I stood up and made sure the rest of the band could see me.
“Mitchy is back,” I said.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Jay?” Dex asked.
Reed looked pissed.
Nash gritted his teeth.
Sab looked away.
“He showed up at my place last night,” I said.
“Last night?” Sab asked.
“It was early morning. I don’t know. I was busy with someone. Handling personal business. Then he showed up.”
“He just, what, rang the doorbell?” Nash asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I stood there and stared at him… I didn’t know what to do.”
“You didn’t fucking take him out?” Dex asked.
“I would have knocked his ass out on the spot,” Reed said.
“Bullshit,” I said. “It’s Mitchy, man… it’s history. It’s part of who we are.”
Nash stood up and pointed at me. “He made his choices.”
“And then he runs to some shady lawyer and tries to fuck us?” Dex asked. “Think about what he did to the band.”
“We all had our wild times,” Sab said.
“Are you sticking up for him?” Reed asked.
“What?” Sab yelled. “Fuck no. Fuck that guy. I’m just saying…”
“What?” Nash asked. “You believe in the good in everyone, right? That’s why you’re balls deep in your phone every time she texts you.”
Sab stood up.
Fuck. This was bad already.
Just the thought of Mitchy and everyone wanted to fight each other.
That cold, bad blood ran really deep in all of us.
I looked at Dex and he was shaking his head.
He stepped in and kept Nash and Sab from getting into a fight.
That would have been headline news.
FILTHY LINE lead singer and drummer fight each other in a strip club!
Could anything be more cliché?
“Is he at your place right now?” Nash asked me.
“No,” I said. “I told him he wasn’t welcome.”
“Good,” Reed said. “Let him go find someone else to mooch off of. We did everything we could for him. We even fucking paid him when he wasn’t playing.”
“I know what we did,” I said. “I lived through it too.”
“Is he even clean?” Sab asked.
“I didn’t ask,” I said. “I was in shock. I was in the middle of… you know…”
“Of course you were,” Nash said.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Nash said.
I grabbed his shoulder. “No, say it. What? You don’t like that I fuck women? Huh? Do you not remember who you were before Liv?”
“Don’t fucking touch me, Jay,” Nash said.
He shoved me back.
Dex had to get between Nash and I.
“You know what?” I asked. “Fuck you all then. I have no idea why Mitchy chose my place.”
“You know why,” Sab said. “Drugs and pussy. The basic utilities for Jay… shelter, food, water, drugs, and pussy.”
“The essentials,” I called out.
“That’s enough of this,” Reed said. “Mitchy showed up. You kicked him out. Who cares?”
Everyone looked at me again.
I was silent for too long.
“Oh, fuck,” Dex said. “What did you do, Jay?”
“I gave him the keys to the beach house,” I said.
“No,” Nash said.
“I had to get him out of my place,” I said. “I didn’t know what else to do. I figured let him go there so I could talk to you guys.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Sab asked.
“Shouldn’t we all go see him?” I asked. “The five of us. Make it very clear that he needs to go? This is our chance to face the guy. I know everything that happened. I lived it. I know what’s going on with the lawyers and royalties and all that business stuff. But what about the personal stuff?”
Reed took a few steps away from us. He looked back. “We’re supposed to be flying out to Vegas. To kick off the tour. What does he want… to play with us?”
“I won’t go on tour then,” Nash said. “Find a new lead singer.”
“He’s not going to tour with us,” I said. “Then again I don’t know what he wants.”
“So what do we do then?” Sab asked. “Go talk to him? What’s that going to solve?”
“He’s just going to give us a sob story like always,” Nash said.
“I’m not saying I don’t agree,” I said. “I’m just the messenger here.”
“Well,” Reed said. “Message received. I’m out of here.”
One by one, the guys all walked away.
I was back to where the night started.
Alone.
I settled up to the private bar and looked at the two dancers I had sent away.
I waved them back over to me.
They stood tall over me and I looked up.
They crouched down, their legs open, nothing but a thin piece of cloth between my tongue and their desires.
“I don’t like to share,” I said.
“There’s two of us and one of you,” she said.
“But there’s enough of me to take care of you both,” I said.
“Are you sure?” the brunette asked.
I reached and took a hand from each.
“Why don’t we find out tonight?”
2
WREN
I carefully opened the bedroom door, carrying the cup of tea.
I gently smiled when I saw my grandmother fast asleep.
I knew she was going to fall asleep while I made her tea. But she insisted on having tea and I was in no position to tell her no.
In fact, this was more of a nightly routine than anything else.
So I made the tea the way I liked it because I knew I would be the one to drink it.
Grams took her tea with a little bit of honey and nothing else.
I liked my tea with milk, sugar, honey, and a splash - or two - of whiskey.
That was a trick I learned from my grandfather.
He used to just drink the whiskey though. The whiskey in the tea was what he did for Grams when she was having a bad day. It was his way of telling her to calm down.
And from what I remembered, it always worked.
Mostly because Grams was a lightweight when it came to alcohol.
One cup of Grandpa’s tea and she would end up giggling, putting on music and dancing into the night.
Grandpa would look at me and wink.
Then we’d all dance late into the night.
I’d have to wake up the next morning for school, yawning, but it was always worth it.
Now…
It wasn’t even nine at night and Grams was fast asleep in her bed.