I clapped my hands. “Wow. That was so good.”
“Wait, wait,” Jay said. “She thought I was getting on one knee, to slip on a diamond ring. But I just stood there, pointing down, my dick was ready to sing. Now she’s the one on both knees, working so hard…”
“I told her don’t get comfy, she better call for a car…,” Reed said again.
They kept laughing. Again, Shane was too.
I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled.
They all shut up.
“For the record, I made that up,” I said. “And if you motherfuckers use that, I will sue your ass.”
“Oh, no need to get touchy,” Jay said. “We’ve got lawyers, contracts, and a lot of money to spend. I’m sure we could work something out.”
Jay winked and they went back to writing the apparent new song.
Shane leaned down and brushed his lips to my ear. “Looks like you just scored yourself a lucrative writing credit, beauty.”
He walked away from me as Jay yelled for Shane to get a guitar and help him write some riffs.
I stood there in shock.
What the hell was actually happening here?
Abby showed up and threw her arm around me.
“Still fucking the new guitarist?” she asked.
“Yup,” I said.
“Good for you. Why are they so happy?”
“I helped them write a new song,” I said.
“About your sex life?”
“I guess so,” I said.
“You look like you need a drink,” Abby said with a big grin.
I watched Shane and Jay strumming their guitars.
I sighed one more time.
“I need two drinks.”
Filthy Line and Shane wrote a song while Abby and I drank.
It was a wasted day of singing, and I was wasted by the time the session ended.
The song was actually very catchy. Still raw though. It would take time to rewrite it a few dozen times to find the right sound.
Reed came into the vocal booth to find Abby and I sitting together, giggling like teenagers.
“Well, isn’t this just my dream?” Reed asked.
I looked at Abby and shook my head.
“They’re all the same, Lita,” she said.
“I mean, honestly, if we kissed right now, what would happen?” I asked.
“Let’s find out,” Reed said.
“I’ll tell you what would happen,” Abby said. “He’d get hard and blow his load.”
“We’re right in the line of fire,” I said.
“So we better not kiss then,” Abby said.
“I’ll back up,” Reed said.
“You’re so gross,” Abby said to him.
He put his hand out. “Well, now you’ve got me turned on. Let’s go. We’re out of here.”
Abby gave me what was left of the vodka and she went to Reed.
I guess rock star cock was worth more than a drunk conversation with a friend.
Not that I blamed her.
Because if-
“Shane,” I said.
He stood in the doorway and looked down at me. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You need a ride home.”
“Yeah.”
When Shane helped me up, the room started to spin.
“Ut-oh,” I whispered.
“You’re drunk,” Shane said.
“A little bit.”
Shane walked with me from the studio to outside.
The band was lingering around.
A fire suddenly kicked up in me.
I cupped my hands around my mouth.
“Glad my pussy gave you a new song!”
I heard myself yelling it as my heart said not to.
But it was too late.
And everyone clapped for me.
Filthy Line cheered about my… pussy…
I looked at Shane. “See how lucky you are, you get my pussy!”
Ohmygod, Lita, what are you doing?
Shane smiled. “I better get you home, Lita.”
“Yeah, you better,” I said.
I had plenty of horrible and filthy things I wanted to do with Shane.
I fell sleep in the car on the ride to my apartment.
I vaguely remembered Shane carrying me to the apartment. I vaguely remembered hearing Maggie’s voice.
But I definitely remembered Shane tucking me into my bed and kissing my forehead.
And whispering, “Damn, Lita, I wish you could see how special you really are…”
Shane left the bedroom and I smiled.
I grabbed for an extra pillow and pretended I was hugging his beautiful, rock star cock.
Then again, I was really starting to like the rest of him too.
15
SHANE
The next day Lita showed up to the studio in a hoodie and wearing sunglasses.
“You look like hell,” I said.
She waved her middle fingers at me and didn’t say a word.
I laughed.
She had been pretty lit up, drinking a ton of vodka with Abby.
When she tried to sing, it was bad.
Bad enough that everyone in the band looked around at each other.
Bad enough that I snuck out of the studio and went to get her the biggest coffee I could find.
As I came back to the parking lot, Lita was outside, hugging herself.
I got out of my car, lit a cigarette, and took her the coffee.
“Here,” I said. “Lightweight.”
“Fuck off,” she snapped. “I’m fine. Thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem,” I said. “Do you want to ditch today with me?”
“Bail on the band?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Funny you bring that up,” she said. “I have something for you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I didn’t expect to feel this shitty today though. Just give me a few minutes to wake up.”
“How about a drink?” I asked. “Hair of the dog, right?”
“I don’t think so,” she said.
She took the lid off the coffee, smelled it, and sighed.
“I’ll go talk to Nash,” I said.
“No, you won’t,” she said. “You’re not my representative. I can handle myself, Shane.”
“Right,” I said. “So you get grumpy when you’re hungover, huh? You got too drunk to fuck and now you’re pissed.”
Lita lifted her sunglasses and blinked. “Anything else you’d like to say?”
“Plenty,” I said. “So what’s this thing you got for me? Are we getting a hotel room under fake names then you and Maggie are going to be there?”
“Tell you what,” Lita said. “Go to the apartment right now. Maggie is off today. Go fuck her. Get it out of your system.”
I reached for Lita’s face and stroked her cheek. “Oh, beauty, don’t get jealous. You know the only time I would fuck Maggie is if you were there too.”
Lita punched me in the chest. “You know what? Go talk to Nash. Tell him I’m sick. Tell him you’re taking me home to nurse me back to health. Let their perverted minds run wild. That’s the easiest way to get out of recording today.”
I laughed and went back inside.
Here was something new for me.
Blowing off a recording session to spend time with a woman.
Not that it meant anything… we were just having fun.
I drove Lita back home so she could shower and get changed.
She lied to me - Maggie wasn’t there. Which meant I had nobody to flirt with while she showered. And she locked the bathroom door.
So I stood outside the bathroom door until it opened.
“Yeah, yeah,” Lita said. “It’s not free game on my body all the time, Shane. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you again.”
“Bullshit,” I said. “I’m losing a day’s work here. The least you could do-”
Lita opened her towel and stood there. “Better?”
“Fuck,” I growled.
She went to her bedroom, I made a few comments and began to think it over.
She was so much sexier than she gave herself credit for.
When she emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing ripped jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt, I just shook my head.
And I had no choice but to block her path.
And touch her face.
And steal a quick kiss.
Lita shoved me back. “Don’t go kissing me just yet. You might hate me after today.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
Lita gave the directions and I drove.
“Got any hints for me on this surprise?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“That’s no fun.”
“I never said it was going to be fun,” Lita said.
“Damn, you are grumpy. Let me take care of that…”
I reached across the seat and touched her leg.
Lita didn’t stop me.
So I kept going.
I moved my right hand between her legs and pressed hard against her jeans.
She groaned and then swatted my hand away.
“No,” she said. “Focus. Dammit. Focus.”
“Are you telling yourself that?” I asked with a smile.
“Just keep driving, Shane,” she said. “Trust me. You need to see this. It’ll be good.”
“Good?” I asked. “I can’t wait.”
“You… you kind of did a favor for me, Shane,” she said. “You know? With Blaze and everything. I mean, pretending…”
“Yeah, I was there for it,” I said. “It’s not a big deal. Blaze shows up and I get to fuck you. That’s kind of a great deal on my end.”
“Don’t ruin what we have,” she said.
“We have something?” I asked.
Lita looked at me. “Just shut up, Shane.”
I smoked two cigarettes and finally pulled into a parking lot.
There was a one-story old building with no signs up.
Well, except one sign.
For Christmas trees with an arrow.
“Fuck, Lita,” I said. “Christmas trees?”
“It’s not that,” she said. “Wait until you see who is selling the trees, Shane. That’s why we’re here.”
I had to hand it to her. She had me intrigued.
I reluctantly got out of the car and Lita grabbed my hand. She interlocked her fingers tight.
She pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head.
“Smile with me, Shane,” she said. “I’m repaying the favor now.”
“Repaying the favor…?”
Lita laughed. “This building is where people come to sell stuff they make. But during the holidays, they sell Christmas trees too.”
“And you already have a Christmas tree,” I said. “And I don’t want one.”
“Maybe this year you can change your mind,” she said.
We stepped up to the Christmas tree lot and I looked around.
There were strings of white bulbed lights above us.
Dozens of Christmas trees standing. A couple of small piles of trees on the ground.
“You really don’t have any desire for Christmas?” Lita asked.
I stopped walking between two prickly trees and looked at her. “Do you?”
“Sometimes. I told you… if it was real. Like snowy and cold. A cabin. A fire in a fireplace. Hot chocolate. Eggnog.”
“So you want to live in a movie,” I said.
“Hey. People go on vacations to islands and beaches, right? Why can’t people do that for Christmas?”
“So, what are we doing here, Lita?” I asked. “You want to pretend we’re together and we’re picking out a tree? Then what? Strap it to the roof of my car and take it where? My place? I have no lights. I’m not buying lights.”
“Shane,” she said. “Relax. You asked a question and I answered it. And, no, I’m not buying a Christmas tree. I don’t plan on it. You can.”
“I’m not buying anything from here,” I said. “I want nothing to do with being here.”
“Turn around, Shane,” Lita said.
I slowly turned.
Lita was at my side.
She hugged my arm.
It took me a second or two to figure out what I was looking for.
But then I saw… her…
Wearing a red apron and a Santa hat.
It was Stacy.
“I’ll blow you right now in front of her if you want,” Lita whispered. “We can make her cry. She’s out here selling stupid Christmas trees. And you’re a rock star. She ruined her life fucking you over, Shane.”
Seeing Stacy stole my breath.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Right.”
I watched as Stacy took money from some guy.
She had the same big smile.
She dealt out some change and turned her head to say something.
Another surprise waited for me.
The guy I caught her fucking… he was there.
Wearing flannel like some fake lumberjack, he patted the guy on the shoulder, then they walked away.
That meant she wasn’t just fucking some guy once or having a fling.
She liked that guy. Loved him. She wanted to be with him.
Instead of me.
Stacy looked around and stopped at me.
“She’s looking,” Lita said. “Want me to grab your cock?”
I found myself nudging Lita away from me. “I’m out of here.”
“Shane, wait a second,” Lita said. “You have to do this. See it. Face it.”
“Shane?” Stacy’s voice asked.
I gritted my teeth.
I looked at Stacy again and nodded.
That was good enough for me.
I moved down another row of trees to get the fuck out of there.
I appreciated what Lita wanted to do for me.
To have me see Stacy and realize that I was much better off without her.
There was one issue…
Nobody knew the actual truth about Stacy and I.
16
LITA
The car ride was silent.
And uncomfortable.
Shane smoked cigarettes and didn’t look at me once.
Okay, the idea was terrible.
I thought he would see Stacy selling Christmas trees and smile.
Or maybe fall in love with her again.
Shit.
Is that what he’s doing right now?
Falling for her again?
Would that be so bad though?
Maybe time and distance were a good thing.
Like, when I saw Blaze, I just hated the guy.
But for Shane…
I swallowed hard and frowned.
“Shane.”
“Not yet,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
I looked out the window.
I was mad at myself for feeling anything that resembled jealousy.
Serves me right. I was drunk when I thought of the plan. And I somehow managed to get online and find her. And my mind told me…
“I’m sorry,” I called out. “That went so much better in my mind.”
“What exactly did your mind tell you, Lita?”
“That we were going to find Stacy selling Christmas trees,” I said. “That she was going to look tired and beat up by life. That you were going to see her and smile. Then look at me. And then we would start kissing. Knock some trees over. I’d dry hump you on a Douglas fir…”
“A Douglas fir?” Shane asked.
“It’s a type of Christmas tree,” I said.
“Fuck, Lita. You like Christmas. You just pretend you don’t.”
“You already knew that.”
“All because of snow?”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
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�What did you think I was going to do?” Shane asked. “Let you dry hump me on a Douglas fir, then buy one and take it home, then set it up and fuck you in front of it?”
I looked at Shane and smiled. “Is that so much to ask?”
Shane cut the wheel to the right.
His car skidded off the road.
I put my hands up and screamed.
The car did a half spin before Shane corrected it and hit the gas pedal.
We moved up the road a little bit before he turned again.
We went down some random side street, he stopped the car completely and turned it off.
He turned and looked at me.
A mix of hurt and anger in his eyes.
I think I really fucked up this time.
“I get it, beauty,” Shane said. “I get it. You wanted to do for me what I did for you. With Blaze. Right? You saw Blaze and freaked out and wanted to show him you were better off. That’s why you jumped at me. And I went for the ride, thinking you’d figure it out. But you didn’t do that. You put me in the same boat as you. And it’s not that at all.”
“You kept the engagement ring, Shane,” I said. “You caught her fucking some other guy.”
“Some other guy?” Shane asked. “It wasn’t some other guy.”
“What do you mean?”
Shane let out a deep breath. “I’ve been keeping an eye out on her, okay? Nobody knows that. I check up on her. I kept the ring…” Shane laughed. “You know what? It doesn’t matter.”
He turned and reached for the keys.
I grabbed his hand and stopped him. “No. Don’t do that, Shane. Don’t hide from me. We have something here. You. Me. Us together.”
“Back at the Christmas tree lot. There was a guy with Stacy…”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s the guy…?”
“That’s the guy, Lita,” Shane said. “And the only reason I didn’t beat his ass senseless then or now… was because she loved him more than me.”
Shane looked at me again.
“How do you know that?”
“Stacy was… she was a dream, Lita.”
“A dream?”
“I was playing a gig one night and saw her sitting at a table. I had to talk to her. Something about her just caught my attention. So I finished the set, then bought her and her friend a drink. Then I bought her friend another drink to go away. I was that bold. Stacy was… she was innocent. A good girl. She wanted to be a veterinarian. She wasn’t even from LA. And she was with someone else. A guy named Peter. I of course made fun of his name. Peter as in dick, cock, penis…”
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