She turned and I saw my autograph on her right ass cheek.
Her left ass cheek was untouched.
Lita looked at me and curled her lip.
Then she took the lid off the marker.
Lita hovered over Janelle’s ass a lot longer than I was expecting.
“Are you writing a goddamn book?” I asked. “Or do you just really like her ass?”
Lita finally sat back down and put the lid on the marker.
Janelle looked back at Lita and smiled.
I looked at Janelle’s ass.
I smashed a glass off Blaze’s head, then kicked him in the balls.
Now, I came here to tell you I’m in love with you.
I slowly turned my head and Lita was trying to stand up.
My hand shot out and I hooked my middle finger to an empty belt loop on her jeans and sat her ass back down.
I grabbed the marker and stood up.
“This is one expensive piece of paper, huh, Shane?” Janelle asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
I slid a ten between her legs so she would stay put.
And I replied to Lita’s note.
You deserve to be happy the way you want to be happy.
And I already knew you fell in love with me. That’s your problem.
My problem? I fell in love with you. I have a fucking Christmas tree because of you.
I dropped the marker.
After Lita finished reading, Janelle moved to her knees and looked back.
“If someone writes one more thing on my ass I’m going to end up crying all night,” she said. “I didn’t know my ass was that big.”
“Your ass is perfect,” Lita said. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
Janelle looked at me. “I really hope you wrote something nice to her on my ass. She’s a keeper.”
Janelle stood up and walked away.
I looked at Lita again. “So that’s our story, beauty?”
“What?”
“We confess our love to each other writing on a stripper’s ass?”
“What other way is there to say or do it, Shane?”
I stared at her.
Behind me, the band was split between two tables. I felt them all staring at me.
When I looked, there they were… five rock stars… two women on tables, topless and dancing, all staring at Lita and I.
“You’re an asshole, Shane,” Lita yelled at me.
“I’m an asshole?” I asked.
“You were the one who said to do something. You never gave me a chance.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I took you to see Stacy so you could see it for yourself,” she said. “And you did see it. You understand it. But for me? I was figuring it out. Did I take forever? Of course I did. That’s my business. I was hurt and confused. I couldn’t figure out why. Then I met you. You’re annoying, Shane. You smoke and I hate cigarettes. You have the balls to just walk into the studio with Filthy Line like you’ve been in the band your entire life. You say what you want. You do what you want. Yet you still know how to feel hurt. You are the worst thing that could ever happen to me… because you make me feel whole. And I hate that because if you make me feel that way, you can take it away.”
“That’s the adventure, Lita,” I said. “Knowing that could happen but still having fun anyway. I knew Stacy was never meant for me. Not in the forever kind of way. But you… you’re the forever kind of person. And if you do what she did, then I’m fucked.”
“Yeah, well if you hurt me…”
I stepped closer to her and touched her face. “If I hurt you, you can smash a glass against my face and kick me in the balls, okay?”
“That’s the thing, Shane,” she said. “That’s not good enough. I love you in a way I never felt before. It would have to be something really crazy…”
“You can cut my balls off,” I said.
“Not good enough.”
“You can smash my guitars,” I said.
“How about if you hurt me, you have to leave your Christmas tree up all year long…”
“Now that’s just fucking torture,” I whispered.
Lita smiled.
I leaned down and brushed my lips to hers.
Before I could actually kiss her, the band erupted into applause.
They all started to clap and whistle for us.
With the exception of Dex, of course. He had to slam his good hand to the table over and over.
I started to properly kiss Lita.
A camera flash went off.
We both turned our heads and there was Janelle, standing topless on stage, smiling at us.
“It’s a good moment to capture,” she said.
“Yeah, it is,” I said.
Lita slapped my face and turned my head. “Eyes on me, Shane.”
“There’s plenty of me to go around,” I said.
“What’s that I hear? The sound of a Christmas tree up all year?”
I slipped my arms around her and kissed her again.
With Filthy Line watching. With three topless women watching. In the private backstage area of a strip club.
And to me, it was the only way to really fall in love.
I stepped to the side of the stage as Dex took my spot.
The crowd got louder for him.
Dex showed off his hand.
He was getting better and he insisted on trying to play guitar. It was against everyone’s wishes, including the doctors.
I told him to do it.
Dex grabbed a guitar and put it over his shoulder and nodded.
The crowd loved it.
I told Dex I would cover him for anything he needed.
“So we know that Dex hurt his hand jerking off,” Nash yelled into the mic.
There was a collective laugh.
“But tonight he wants to play guitar for you,” Nash said.
“And because he wants to jerk off again,” Jay added into his own mic.
Sab played a quick drum fill.
I smiled.
Filthy Line was made up of these five guys.
I was just lucky enough to be on the side of the stage and watch it happen.
I looked over my shoulder and smiled.
Lita was just a few feet away, staring at me.
I puckered my lips and she shook her head.
No kissing during concerts…
She was vicious sometimes.
Jay began to play. The crowd exploded into cheers again.
When it was Dex’s part, I played with him.
He looked back at me and I gave a nod.
Dex smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.
I played the song and kept looking back at Lita.
Her staring at me… the look in her eyes…
She made me smile.
Like a kid on fucking Christmas morning.
I pulled Lita tighter against my body as my cock pulsed inside her.
Our mouths were open mid-kiss. My left hand squeezed her right ass cheek so hard, she grabbed my wrist to pull me away.
“Fuck, Shane,” she said into my mouth.
“It’s so fucking good,” I growled as I thrust again.
She wrapped her right leg around me and pulled.
I was as deep as I was made to go.
We began to kiss again.
Her inner thighs quivered.
My cock refused to stop pulsing, the feeling matching the beat of my heart.
“We have to stop this,” I said to Lita in between kisses.
“Having sex?”
“No. Not that. We need to stop having sex in front of this fucking Christmas tree.”
“Why?” she asked.
“It’s making me enjoy Christmas,” I said.
Lita smiled. “Good. You should enjoy it.”
“Hey. You’re coming to the weddings with me tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, sure. Even though it’s stupid to get married on Christmas Eve
. Who does that?”
“Filthy Line,” I said. “That’s who.”
“All five of them though…”
“It’ll be one hell of a party,” I said.
“This is one hell of a party,” Lita said.
She pushed at my chest and climbed on top of me. My hands moved up and cupped under her breasts. My thumbs played with her nipples and her body wiggled.
I was still inside her. She clenched against my cock.
I was far from not being hard.
Which meant…
Lita spread her hands wide across my chest and leaned forward.
She began to rock her hips, slowly fucking me.
“Look at the tree, Shane,” she whispered. “All those pretty lights. All those pretty colors. Think about all those great Christmas songs. It’s so much fun. Oh, fuck, Shane, it’s so good…”
My hands hurried to move up to her face and I pulled her down to me.
“You’re lucky I love you so much, beauty,” I said.
“Just admit it, Shane. You love Christmas.”
“I love you naked in front of our Christmas tree,” I said. “That’s all you are getting out of me.”
Lita thrust her hips. “Oh, I think I’m getting a lot more than that…”
I gritted my teeth and smiled.
She was right… she was getting a lot more than that…
She was getting the rest of my crazy, rock star life.
22
LITA
On the twenty-third, it was the last day in the studio.
The band had the studio decorated for Christmas in such an obnoxious way, it was impossible not to laugh. They apparently told Toby it was a dress up party because he came dressed as a reindeer.
Full on too.
Antlers. His face painted. A bright red nose.
A reindeer costume…
The second he walked into the studio, he realized the band had set him up.
“Hey, look, Toby’s horny!” Jay called out.
A second later, everyone had their phone out to take pictures.
Even after Toby changed and washed his face, his nose was still red.
That’s when Dex decided to throw it out there that Toby had been going down on someone… during their time of the month…
Shane and I stayed together, sitting on the amps, sipping drinks, flirting, talking and kissing.
Each time we kissed, the band made noises at us.
I got used to it and didn’t really care.
They ordered pizza and booze to be delivered.
When that showed up, a young delivery driver was in complete awe of who he was delivering to.
“Hey, man, want to make a couple hundred bucks?” Sab offered.
“Uh…”
“See that guy over there on the phone?” Sab asked, pointing to Toby.
“Yeah,” the delivery driver said.
“Go give him a wedgie.”
The rest of the band laughed.
“Two hundred,” Reed said. “Right here…”
Reed took money out of his pocket.
“Don’t worry, nothing will happen,” Nash said. “We have your back.”
“Sure,” the delivery driver said.
I shook my head and laughed as the guy snuck up behind Toby.
And he gave him a wedgie.
Toby jumped and screamed and dropped his phone.
He spun around and took a swing at the delivery guy.
The guy jumped back.
Reed hurried to make sure nothing happened.
He gave the guy the money and laughed at Toby.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Toby screamed at the delivery guy.
We all just kept laughing.
After we ate - and drank some more - Nash climbed up on an amp and whistled.
“Quick speech,” he announced.
“Booo!” Jay yelled.
“Show us your tits!” Liv yelled.
Nash lifted his shirt. “Not the same, right? Your turn.”
Liv waved her middle fingers at Nash.
Shane interlocked his fingers with mine and we looked at each other.
“I just wanted to say… thanks for being here,” Nash said. “It’s been a little wild in the studio. We really didn’t have much purpose in here, but it always feels like home. Shane, you saved us with your time in here. You kept us writing, recording, messing with old songs. Helping keep Dex’s spirits up.”
“All the while Candice kept my dick up!” Dex yelled.
Candice buried her face into her hands.
“It’s been a pleasure, Shane,” Nash said. “If we ever need any guitarist, for any reason, you’re our guy. As long as you can peel yourself away from the beautiful and lovely Lita.”
“If they go on tour, she can be my guest,” Abby said.
“Tour?” I asked. “You think Shane and I will be together by then? We’re just fucking around right now. This isn’t serious at all.”
“Nope,” Shane said. “She’s a nice piece of ass.”
“And he’s got a decent cock,” I said.
“Wait,” Shane said. “Decent…?”
“You two can handle that later,” Nash said.
I smiled and batted my eyes at Shane.
Shane stood up and walked me out of the studio.
“I wasn’t done talking,” Nash yelled.
Shane looked back. “You’re drunk and emotional, Nash. I was paid to be here. I’ll be back when you need me. If you keep talking, you’re going to cry. Get off that amp and take your emotions out between Liv’s legs.”
The rest of the band applauded.
Shane dragged me out of the studio and into a dark hallway.
The only light we had was from the Christmas lights flooding out from the studio.
He put me against a wall.
“Something wrong?” I whispered.
“Decent…”
“That got you, huh?”
“I don’t do decent, beauty,” he said.
“So you’re okay with me saying we’re just screwing around?” I asked.
“That was a lie. You love me, Lita. I love you. You can tell anyone anything you want to feel good about yourself. But everyone knows we’re crazy in love. But the decent cock thing…”
I reached up and touched his face. “I just wanted to see what would make you get pissed off. Now I know. Forget your pretty face or your rock star attitude. I just need to think a little more… down…”
I moved my right hand down his body and cupped between his legs.
Shane grinned and curled his lip. “If you wanted my cock, you could have just asked for it.”
“This is more fun,” I whispered. “And it just proves something.”
“What?”
I moved to my toes and squeezed my hand tighter to the growing bulge between his legs.
“I own your ass, Shane,” I said.
“You’re not grabbing my ass, Lita.”
“I own your cock,” I corrected myself.
His hands touched my hips. “You also own my heart. Good luck with that.”
There was an explosion of laughter from inside the studio.
“Do you want to go back in there?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” Shane said.
“I’m not sure I can wait until we get home…”
His hands slid under my shirt, touching bare skin.
I was on fire.
Shane grinned even bigger.
He grabbed my hand from between his legs and walked down the hallway even more. We were swallowed up by the darkness.
He opened a door and gently nudged me into the room.
I heard the door shut and lock.
Then his hands were all over me.
I managed to get my phone and turn on the flashlight.
It was some kind of waiting room or whatever.
There were couches, tables, a small fridge…
I put my phone on the table and Shane picked
me up.
We started to kiss.
I could have stayed like that all night with him.
Just kissing.
But he was a rock star.
He always wanted more than just some kissing.
Epilogue
SHANE
Wedding day.
Five damn weddings all in one shot.
On Christmas Eve.
Only something Filthy Line could pull off.
I wore my best jeans, cleanest white shirt, and a black suit jacket over that.
As far as Lita went, when I saw her in the black dress, I made the decision to skip the wedding and spend the rest of my life stripping her out of that dress, fucking her, then making her put the dress back on so I could do it again and again.
The second she saw me looking at her, she put her hand to my chest.
“Calm down,” she said.
“What?”
“I can see it in your eyes. I appreciate it, Shane.”
“So you know how beautiful you are?” I asked.
“Shut up. We have to leave.”
I took her hand and we went outside where a black car was waiting for us.
The wedding took place at a winery.
With rolling hills.
A picturesque kind of day.
One thing I had to agree with Lita about was that it did not feel like Christmas at all. It was sunny, kind of warm, just another regular California kind of day.
There were rows and rows of seats.
Lita and I were escorted right to the front.
Lita sat at the end. I sat next to her.
I bumped elbows with someone and when I looked, I laughed.
“Shane.”
“Linx.”
“They recruited you too?” Linx asked.
“Yeah, man,” I said. “I’ve been playing guitar. Dex messed up his hand.”
“Right,” Linx said. “Crazy being back out here. Crazy they’re all getting married.”
I leaned forward and saw someone sitting next to him.
“What about you?” I asked.
Linx put his arm around the woman. “This is Elsie. She’s the most talented painter in the world. She’s the most amazing person I ever met.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said.
“Elsie, this is Shane. We go way back. Old school rock star days.”
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