A FILTHY Rock Star: a filthy line novel

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by Kidman, Jaxson


  I sent an email to Toby without finishing the entire story.

  That should be good enough.

  Toby would have his team break it into chunks and spread it around social media.

  Plus, the fans loved when we did that.

  And that was all that mattered to them. As long as they didn’t lose their fans, oh well.

  Sure, keeping Nash out of cuffs was important too, but the fans were loyal. And as much as I wanted to believe that I was spinning complete and total crap, I wasn’t. It was all real. All true.

  What that guy did on the tour bus was wrong. I had no idea the history between Nash and other bands, but if there were parts of his past off limits, then that’s how it went. Although it was very intriguing to look into. Which I promised myself I would.

  After the concert.

  Tonight was really fun for me because everyone was able to come. And stand on the side of the stage with me.

  I told them to meet me at the hotel.

  Which was kind of dumb to have a hotel room ten minutes from where I lived. But I wasn’t paying for it. The band was. So, why not?

  Even though I knew it was my friends when I heard the knock at the door, my heart still raced a little. I waited a few seconds to see if the door would open thanks to Nash somehow always getting a copy of my keycard.

  But the door didn’t open.

  I had to open it.

  And in rushed Zoe, Sky, and Christy.

  I hugged them as though I hadn’t seen them in months.

  “What was it like?” Zoe asked. “Did you see any of them naked? Who did you sleep with? Please tell me you slept with at least one of them?”

  I laughed and shook my head.

  “This is a nice room,” Christy said. “They paid for it?”

  “All of it,” I said. “I haven’t paid for anything yet.”

  Except the price of dealing with Nash…

  “Drinks?” Sky asked.

  “Have at it,” I said. “It’ll get charged to the band.”

  “Ohmygod,” Zoe said. “The band. You’re so cool now, Olivia.”

  Liv, Zoe. My name is Liv now.

  “Cool? Now?” I asked.

  Zoe forced a smile. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”

  “Just shut up and drink,” Sky said. “We need to toast Olivia. For surviving the road with Filthy Line.”

  “And probably having enough stories to use on herself to wear out ten vibrators a night,” Zoe said.

  “Or maybe I’ll just call one of the guys over,” I said. “I have their numbers.”

  “You don’t,” Zoe said.

  “I do. Watch…”

  Okay, I was showing off a little.

  I took a selfie with Zoe and sent it to Nash.

  “That’s really his number?” she asked.

  “Yup,” I said.

  “He has my picture on his phone?”

  “Yup.”

  Zoe’s eyes went wide.

  My phone beeped with a reply from Nash.

  “Is that the crazy hot one?” I read out loud.

  “Nash thinks I’m hot?” Zoe asked. She collapsed to the bed.

  A little ping of jealousy stung my nerves and I kicked at her leg.

  “Get up. Stop being stupid.”

  “Whoa there,” Christy said.

  The phone vibrated in my hands.

  not as hot as you and your one tit though, babe

  “What’s that one say?” Sky asked.

  “Nothing,” I said.

  “Your face is bright red,” Christy said.

  “No, it’s not,” I said.

  Zoe grabbed for my phone but I hurried to keep it safe.

  “Oh this is getting juicy now,” Sky said.

  “Nothing is juicy,” I said. “And don’t say that word.”

  Juicy. Wet. No. No. No.

  I shook my head. “We need to go.”

  “Yeah, we do,” Christy said. “You need to change your panties or are you good?”

  I fake laughed.

  And then I thought about Nash.

  I was wearing the pink panties he had been making comments about.

  * * *

  “I fucking love you.”

  I shut my eyes and felt embarrassed for Zoe.

  “Ah, I love you too, babe,” Nash said. “You got my duck pic, right?”

  Nash wrapped an arm around Zoe and hugged her.

  “That was you?” she cried out.

  “Yeah,” I said. “He stole my phone and did that.”

  “Fuck,” Zoe said. “I should have paid more attention in school. So I could have been a writer like Olivia.”

  “Yeah, Olivia is great,” Nash said with a grin.

  “I was just the wild one,” Zoe said.

  “Is that so?” Nash asked.

  I gritted my teeth as the dumb flirting continued.

  The show was over.

  And I promised they could meet the band. Christy and Sky weren’t interested, thankfully. They had already gotten a ride from the show. Zoe insisted on staying, which I figured. I had tried to get Eve to come to the show too, but her babysitting plans fell through.

  The rest of the band joined us in the hallway and Zoe fell back against the wall and fanned herself.

  “Looks like she needs CPR,” Jay said.

  “I’m an expert at it,” Dex said.

  “I can bring her back with my mouth,” Reed said. “But I won’t be near her mouth…”

  “I can help with that,” Sab said. “Two hands… or tongues… are better than one.”

  They were like vultures surrounding Zoe.

  Except horny.

  And tall. Strong. Inked up and sweaty.

  And fucking gorgeous.

  I felt a hand graze my ass and I jumped.

  “You look a little jealous, Olivia,” Nash whispered in my ear.

  “Fuck off,” I said and elbowed him.

  I gave Zoe another few minutes to get autographs and pictures. I promised her that she would get to see the band again. Of course she was offered to join them for all the after-show fun. Which was up to her. Whatever. She could fuck them all if she wanted to. I didn’t really care.

  “Tell you what,” Nash finally said. “Raincheck this. But next time we have a little fun at Jay’s, you’ll be there, babe.”

  “Jay’s house?” Zoe asked.

  “My fucking castle,” Jay said. “No clothes are allowed there though.”

  Zoe bit her bottom lip.

  She was like a puppy dog staring at Jay.

  And then at Dex.

  And then at Reed.

  And then at Sab.

  And finally at Nash.

  “I’ll get you out of here,” I said to Zoe.

  “And where are you off to?” Nash asked me.

  “I have to meet up with Toby and talk about the story I wrote about you, Nash. That’s my night.”

  “Lame,” Sab said as he made an L with his thumb and pointer finger and shoved it in my face.

  “You’re so funny, Sab,” Zoey said.

  I laughed. “Aren’t you just so casual now?” I grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”

  “I’ll be in touch, Liv,” Nash called out.

  “Liv?” Zoe asked.

  “Don’t ask,” I said.

  I met Toby in a different hallway and he put his hand out. “We need to talk.”

  “I know,” I said. “Let me get Zoe a ride.”

  Toby grabbed one of the crew and told him to help Zoe get a ride.

  We hugged and she gave me the starry-eyed look. .

  I hated that look.

  I didn’t want to look cool or famous or whatever.

  I didn’t want to look like anything.

  But I understood.

  After I made sure Zoe was in a car and heading home, I talked with Toby in the hall of the arena. He loved my story and thanked me for being on the road. He told me to stay close and be ready for anything else.

  I th
en went looking for Nash.

  For the dumbest reason ever.

  To thank him for meeting Zoe.

  The backstage room had a piece of paper on it.

  I opened the door and saw it was mostly dark.

  Before I could say hello I heard a noise.

  A groan.

  I froze.

  My mind told me to get out of there.

  But I didn’t.

  I stepped forward into the room.

  I shut the door as quiet as I could behind me.

  I turned the corner and saw the soft purple glow of a light.

  And there was Nash, standing with his jeans down to his knees, a woman in front of him on her knees.

  Sucking him off.

  I covered my mouth with my right hand but didn’t look away. I mean, I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t my business to see but…

  Ohmygod.

  Nash had a handful of the woman’s hair, his fist tight, guiding her back and forth on his dick. Her lips sliding along his hard shaft in a way that made my lips suddenly start tingling. And they weren’t the only lips tingling.

  I slowly inched myself back toward the door, knowing I needed to leave.

  Nash turned his head and looked right at me.

  My eyes went wide.

  He grinned.

  Then he winked.

  He put his other hand to the woman’s shoulder and pushed her away.

  I heard the sound of her mouth pop off him.

  His fingers went to her chin. “Look up at me, babe. Tell me you love my cock.”

  “I love your cock, Nash.”

  “Ask to have more of it.”

  “Please let me have more, Nash.”

  “Beg me, babe,” he said.

  “Please… I can’t live without it…”

  Nash ran his thumb across the woman’s bottom lip. I studied every feature of her body, feeling jealous. My eyes then moved to Nash’s dick. I had never… I mean…

  My body ached.

  My toes curled in my socks and the back of my legs felt shaky.

  I was so turned on.

  There was nothing else to say. No denying it.

  Nash put both of his hands to the woman’s hair and helped himself to her mouth again. Thrusting with purpose, grunting as he did so. Making her groan as he tested her limits.

  That’s when I finally had the nerve to get the fuck out of there.

  Before things really went too far.

  * * *

  I couldn’t let it go.

  I was driving myself crazy.

  Pacing the hotel room.

  Chewing on my nails.

  A drink did nothing to calm me down.

  I was screwed. So screwed.

  My hands shaking as much as the rest of my body.

  So much so that I took out my notebook and started to write. It was probably the steamiest thing I had ever written in my life. My books didn’t necessarily have that kind of stuff in them, but the images of Nash… and his… his…

  “Ohmygod,” I whispered as I wrote faster.

  It was the ultimate rock star thing.

  Him with a Line Whore.

  Making me jealous and wet at the same time. And the fact that I felt both of those emotions at the same time was because of Nash.

  But the vision… her lips… his dick…

  I groaned as my left leg bounced.

  When I finished writing, I stood back up and felt no better.

  I bit my bottom lip and knew I had two choices.

  It was going to be me or someone else.

  That was it.

  I could take care of things on my own or…

  My mind spun with a crazy as shit idea as I grabbed for my phone. I didn’t want it to be me. On my own. I needed the real thing.

  Ohgod… the real thing?

  I found Owen’s number and couldn’t believe what I was about to do.

  A booty call.

  I texted Owen something flirty just to break the ice. He replied. And then I made my intentions clear. I was a little tipsy and I needed it. No strings attached. No questions asked.

  Just please come fuck me so I could forget about Nash.

  And then I’d have something to mess with Nash about.

  This wasn’t me.

  At all.

  I reread the quick conversation with Owen and my cheeks burned red hot. I hadn’t seen him in a couple months. We both knew what it was. There was never any talk of it becoming serious. Plus, what I had just done to him, he had done to me many times. So it was fine. It was cool.

  No. It wasn’t cool.

  I went back to pacing the hotel room, waiting for Owen to show up.

  And when he actually did, it really hit me what I had done and what I was going to do.

  I opened the hotel door and he stood there with that half sly grin on his face that made him look cute. His neat brown hair and neat brown eyes. Smelling like whatever cologne he doused himself in to smell nice. Wearing a clean button-down shirt. The complete and total opposite of Nash.

  Even though I was going to use Owen to think of Nash.

  So fucking wrong, Liv… but a total rock star move…

  “Brought us something,” he said as he showed me a bottle of vodka.

  I opened my mouth to thank him. I was then going to grab his shirt and pull him into the room. And get things moving. No talking. Just fucking.

  But from nowhere came a hand, grabbing the bottle out of Owen’s hand.

  And there was Nash, towering over Owen, wearing the same clothes from the concert. My eyes looked down, picturing what I had seen.

  “Thanks, man,” Nash said. “Love that liquor stores will deliver for us.”

  “Deliver?” Owen asked. “Wait… aren’t you…”

  “Shit, babe, I don’t have pockets,” Nash said. “Got any cash for a tip?”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  I was robotic as I reached into my back pocket and took out a ten and gave it to Owen.

  “Olivia, what’s happening?” Owen asked.

  Nash pushed Owen out of the way. “This is the part where you fuck off, delivery boy. Thanks for the booze.”

  Nash stepped into the room and I stepped back.

  He shut the door and locked it.

  I heard Owen’s voice out in the hallway.

  “Was that Dillon?” Nash asked.

  “No. Owen.”

  “Who’s Owen?”

  “The guy I fuck when I want,” I said.

  Nash tossed the bottle of vodka to the floor and grabbed my hips.

  “That changes now.”

  I pushed away from him. “No. Not going to happen…”

  What is wrong with you, Liv? Fuck.

  “So you just want to watch? Is that it? I can make a call right now and arrange it. What do you prefer, babe? Blonde? Brunette? Black hair? Rainbow colored hair? I can get anything I want.”

  “You should probably go, Nash,” I said.

  Nash didn’t listen. “What’s this?”

  I turned my head and saw him reaching for my notebook.

  My jaw dropped.

  He was about to read everything I wrote about him.

  11

  NASH

  I shut the notebook and stared at the corner of the room.

  It was filthy.

  She was filthy.

  We were filthy.

  The whiskey and coke danced in my head as I made fists and put them down to the table.

  “Nash, this isn’t your business,” Liv said. “You’re an asshole for even being here.”

  I turned. “You called some guy to fuck you. Because of what you saw. You wished it was you on your knees. Sucking my cock. Admit it, babe.”

  “No,” she said. “I won’t admit a thing. What you just read… that was fiction. For my book.”

  “Yeah? You publish that and I’ll sue your perfect ass for plagiarism.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You stole my book, babe,
” I said. “I’m writing a memoir of all the Line Whores. Not to mention the way you describe my cock, right down to the angle it points at when not being sucked… that’s all mine. Not yours.”

  “Fine. Rip the pages out. Keep them. My gift to you.”

  I moved toward her and slid my hands along those sweet hips of hers. “Yeah? Maybe it’s time I give you my gift. A thank you for the tour.”

  “Not going to happen,” she said. “I’m not your sloppy seconds, Nash. And I don’t care how many showers you take. You’re not fucking some woman and then fucking me.”

  I pulled her body tight to mine. “Who said anything about fucking you?”

  Liv looked helpless. Her lips quivered as she tried to come up with something to say.

  And when she did, she looked toward the door.

  “I’m going to need that bottle of vodka.”

  I brushed my lips to her ear. “Yes, you fucking are.”

  * * *

  I closed the curtains and turned off all the lights except the bathroom light.

  One thing I would never tell Liv was that she had pushed me out of my element.

  Giving a damn the way I did. The way my eyes studied her body, watching her desire and regret, loving the battle almost as much as I loved the sight of her thin lips around the bottle of vodka as she took sip after sip.

  My hands touched her sides again, but the light and fluffy touching was done.

  It was over.

  My hands moved under her shirt and I lifted it up with speed.

  Liv had to hurry and put the bottle down because I wasn’t stopping. I didn’t give a shit if the bed was soaked in vodka. Because in a little bit it was going to be soaked with her honey.

  Her shirt fell to the floor and I grabbed her sides.

  Liv jumped up to her toes.

  I brought my lips very close to hers.

  There was worry in her eyes.

  Fearing where I had been and what I had done that night.

  Which was fine.

  My lips brushed against hers.

  Her lips quivered again.

  “I didn’t kiss her, babe,” I whispered. “I don’t kiss Line Whores.”

  I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her.

  My thumbs dug into her skin and she jumped against me, gasping for a breath already.

  I controlled her with a deeper kiss, my hungry tongue demanding her tongue’s attempt to put up a fight.

 

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