A FILTHY Rock Star: a filthy line novel

by Kidman, Jaxson

  “That I made sure never got attention,” I said. “Which was my job to do.”

  “Exactly,” my father said. “And you did great, Olivia. Like you said… nobody is in jail…”

  I looked at Jess and she quickly looked at her phone.

  “Well, I think for once things are moving along nicely,” Dick said. “We’ve got studio time lined up for the band. They’ve finished all previous commitments. The only direction now is forward.”

  “So you’re signing them?” I asked.

  “We’ve wanted to sign them,” my father said. “The decision is up to them. If they want to work with us the right way.”

  “Meaning?” I asked.

  “Meaning you should consider working for this company full time,” my father said.

  I swallowed hard.

  I started to shake my head but stopped.

  “You know what…”

  This wasn’t the time or place to air out personal or family issues.

  The office door opened and in walked Toby.

  “I’ve been dreaming about the commas, Dale,” he said. “Those beautiful fucking commas.”

  “The rest of us have been waiting for the ship to sink,” Jess said.

  “Still on that pirate thing, huh?” Toby asked.

  “Argh,” I said with my lip curled as I stared daggers at Jess.

  Was I trying to stick up for Nash?

  “Where’s the-” my father started to ask but the door blasted open again.

  The second I saw them, I smiled.

  Jay, Dex, Sab, Reed, and then Nash.

  Ripped jeans. Ragged shirts. Looking like they just rolled out of bed. Or climbed off whatever Line Whore they had spent the night with.

  Of course Nash had a bottle of booze with him.

  He slammed it down in front of my father. “For you, Dale. It’ll help you relax.”

  “Relax?” my father asked.

  “I’m sure your asshole has been puckering the entire time we were gone. Especially with your little girl with us.”

  My face dropped and I felt like I was going to pass out.

  Nash looked back at me and winked.

  “Everyone is back in one piece,” my father said.

  “And the tour ended perfect,” Toby cut in, grabbing Nash’s arm to pull him away from my father. “Nothing to worry about.”

  “Can we talk about the tour bus for a second?” Jess asked.

  “Ah, babe, nothing to talk about there,” Nash said.

  Babe?

  I gritted my teeth.

  He called everyone that.

  But he also called me that when his tongue was flicking against my-

  “That story was taken care of,” Toby said.

  “Yes,” Jess said. “But I was thinking of using the image of the bus for promo. A trashed tour bus with the band outside of it. Maybe Nash hanging out of the broken window.”

  “That’s a great idea,” my father said. “Play right into it.”

  “I’m all for trashing as many buses as needed to get the perfect image,” Nash said.

  Nash walked by me and his fingertips helped themselves to my ass. Nobody realizing what he was doing because it was only for a split second, but he jammed his fingers right against my ass. Enough that I jumped forward and bumped into the table.

  “Asshole,” I whispered over my shoulder.

  “What’s that?” my father asked.

  “Nothing,” I said. “What exactly am I doing here?”

  “I’ve stated my case,” my father said.

  “I just wanted to make sure you were given proper dues,” Toby said. “Dealing with traveling, the shows, the band… thank you, Olivia.”

  “Yeah, Liv, thanks so much for everything,” Nash said.

  “Liv, huh?” my father asked.

  I felt two inches tall.

  Nash was toying with me again.

  And all I had to do was say one sentence to ruin his life.

  “It was a great fucking time,” Jay said. “We can’t stay off the stage for long.”

  “You won’t,” my father said. “But I’d like to see you in the studio first.”

  “We’ve got material,” Dex said. “Really good stuff.”

  “We’re ready,” Dick said.

  “I bet you are… Dick…,” Sab said and snorted.

  “I’ve heard them all before, guys,” Dick said.

  “Dick’s got thick skin,” my father said.

  I snorted.

  Nash laughed.

  “Jesus Christ, are we all ten years old?” Jess asked.

  “I bet you’re just frustrated,” Reed said to Jess. “Sitting next to a Dick that big and not able to touch it.”

  Sab laughed and grabbed for Dex.

  The entire band laughed.

  Dick’s face was red but he tried to play it off.

  Jess looked pissed.

  Bitch.

  I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled.

  “Let’s just be clear for a second,” my father said in a voice that overpowered everyone’s laughter. “Nothing has been officially signed yet.”

  “You going to take the offer off the table over a few Dick jokes?” Reed asked.

  “No,” my father said. “Studio. Song. No trouble.”

  “Because we’re finalizing everything,” Toby said.

  “And we want a story,” my father said.

  “What story?” Nash asked.

  “The band,” my father said. “The story. And Olivia is going to write it.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “That’s the other reason you’re here,” my father said. “Get close to Nash…”

  I fought my body’s urge to have my cheeks burn red.

  From the corner of my eye I saw the look on Nash’s face.

  “Get the story,” my father said. “I want to bring the band to another level. All the stuff that’s been held back. Let it fly. Any songs. Any sound. And the story. So this image of these outlaw bad boys… that’s got to go. You guys can be real.”

  “We’ll talk about that some other time,” Jay said.

  “Why don’t I get these guys out of here?” Toby asked. “Send them right to the studio and we can talk more about this.”

  “That’s fine,” my father said.

  Toby walked to the door and opened it.

  The band shuffled out with the exception of Nash. He walked to my father. He reached into his pocket for a second and then went to shake my father’s hand.

  What the fuck…

  When Nash spread his fingers, a pair of panties hung from his pinky.

  My panties. My pink panties that he took off my body. My pink panties that he stole from me.

  “Oh, shit,” he said. “That’s a little memento of the tour.”

  My father ripped his hand back.

  Nash tossed them to the table, right over my father’s phone.

  “That’s classy,” Jess said.

  “I bet you don’t even wear panties, do you, babe?” Nash asked.

  Jess curled her lip and rolled her eyes.

  Nash turned and winked at me.

  He left the room and I stood there, stuck between screaming and crying.

  My fucking panties were on my father’s phone.

  And then I watched as my father reached for the panties and lifted them up.

  He laughed. “Rock stars, huh?”

  I looked away and saw Nash standing just outside the door, his eyes burning into me.

  He was a fucking dead rock star now.

  * * *

  I wanted to punch him in the face. Right there in the middle of the office.

  The rest of the band had wandered down the hallway, ready to leave and go to the studio. But Nash just stood there, cocky, knowing what he had done to me.

  I looked around and made a quick judgement call.

  My hand gripped his wrist tightly and I pulled him into the next meeting room.

  I slammed the door
and he reached for the lock.

  When I swung my hand, Nash caught my wrist.

  Next thing I knew he pulled me against his body and turned to pin me against the wall. He slammed my hand against the wall, his hand holding my wrist tight. He bent his knees and pressed his body against mine with such force I jumped up to my toes.

  I hated myself as I thrust at him, showing him I wasn’t going to be bossed around and fucked with.

  He lowered his mouth to mine and I shut my eyes, feeling the wild explosion from deep within my core. His tongue was too good… the way he kissed… he just knew everything. And I hated that.

  He broke away and brushed his lips to mine.

  I tried kissing him but he wouldn’t kiss me back.

  Fucking jerk.

  The tip of his tongue gently slid along my bottom lip.

  My knees shook and started to give way.

  His breath tasted like whiskey and smoke.

  I tried to chase him down for another kiss but he dropped down to my neck.

  His mouth latched tight and I let out a yell, lifting my knee to his balls to drive him back.

  He listened but he wasn’t done.

  We both weren’t done.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  Nash nodded. “Now you’re getting it, babe.”

  He grabbed my other hand and lifted it over my head.

  Both hands over my head, in a clean smelling meeting room, people in the next room that could take the deal off the table and leave the entire band unsigned.

  “I’m going to fuck you on the table behind us,” Nash said. “And it’s up to you if we get caught. You know me, babe, I don’t care. They can kick down that door and watch me fill you up…”

  Nash pushed away from my wrists and stepped back toward the table.

  He was giving me a choice.

  The door.

  Or the dick.

  I shut my eyes and couldn’t believe I just thought that.

  Who was I now?

  I was ruined.

  Nash ruined me.

  I pushed from the wall and hurried toward him.

  His hands grabbed my hips as my hands grabbed his jeans.

  “You better have something with you,” I said to him.

  “Oh? You don’t want to get that filthy, babe?”

  “No,” I said.

  Nash made a quick move and changed spots with me.

  He opened my pants and stripped them down to my ankles. My body quivered with excitement and fear. I slipped my pants and panties off my left foot and stood there like the hot mess I truly was.

  Nash ran his fingertips up the back of my legs and put me on the table.

  He ripped two chairs out of the way, throwing them against the wall with a hard thud for each.

  “Nash,” I growled.

  “Shut up, Liv,” he said and came at me again.

  His left hand dug into the back of my hair as he kissed me.

  With his other hand, he opened his jeans and pulled himself free.

  My hands hurried to touch him. Needing to fucking touch him.

  I groaned and melted into the table at the feel of his hard cock in my hands.

  Yes, hands.

  My two hands gripping as tight as I could, stroking, with more to spare.

  The definition seemed unfair until I reminded myself that in this moment, this was mine. This was all mine.

  Nash moved his hand from my hair and reached into the same pocket where he had my panties.

  He tore open a condom wrapper and I opened my hands so he could cover himself for me.

  There was just something about it all…

  The wild rock star doing this for me. That he had one with him. Meaning, what? He planned on this? He wanted to fuck with me to just fuck me?

  My head spun with a hundred questions and a hundred more things to say.

  But that all ended when Nash grabbed my hips and pulled me forward.

  I gasped and leaned back.

  Then I felt him.

  Him.

  It.

  I shut my eyes and felt a scream begging to come out.

  Nash thrust forward and broke me open in a way I could have never imagined. There was no soft. There was no gentle. There was no easing things…

  It was…

  Fuck.

  As I started to scream, his mouth touched mine.

  He stole my scream as he kissed me.

  With a second harder thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

  His right hand moved around to the small of my back, fingers spreading wide, pulling me toward him, making sure I couldn’t escape the breath stealing pressure that had every muscle in my legs so tight it started to hurt.

  But when he pulled back, that was it.

  I was the dead one now.

  The feel of him inside me… his thickness opening me… a surge of pleasure soaring through me.

  I put my head back and groaned.

  I listened to my own voice echo around the meeting room.

  My hands held the edge of the table with white knuckled force.

  Nash fucked forward harder and left me groaning again.

  He towered over me, staring down at me even with my head back.

  It made him look fifty feet tall.

  Big. Bad. Strong. Rock star.

  I moved up and finally stole a kiss from him.

  That set Nash off again.

  He grabbed the back of my hair again and pulled my mouth harder to his.

  He kissed me as he fucked me. And he matched them up. The way his tongue darted in my mouth while his cock did the same…

  I managed to hook my ankles around the back of his legs and screamed into his mouth again as I started to come. The rush was so sudden my hips jerked forward and I started to scoot and jump off the table. But Nash was right there, pushing against me to drive me back. All that did was allow him to go deeper, sending me off the never ending cliff.

  I needed him to stop for a second to let the pleasure finish but that was a bad idea. Why stop this? If I could keep… going…

  I chomped down on his bottom lip and Nash simply just smiled and laughed in my face.

  He pulled away. “Trying to be wild for me, babe?”

  “Shut up,” I groaned. “Don’t fucking talk to me.”

  Nash buried his mouth into the crook of my neck and his tongue reminded me what it was capable of. Now I had the memory of his tongue between my legs while feeling his cock between my legs.

  Moving faster, now taking care of himself, using me to do so.

  The table squeaked and started to inch a little across the floor.

  Nash sucked in a breath and let out a deadly hiss, his breath tickling my neck.

  I drove my hips forward and matched his speed, reminding him that I wasn’t just a fucking Line Whore that he could mess with.

  I wanted this.

  I dragged him into this room.

  This was my… idea…

  Nash’s tongue worked up to my ear. “Fuck, Liv… you’re so fucking perfect…”

  I opened my mouth but lost everything I ever knew in life as he finished.

  The wild rush of his body colliding with my own rush.

  There was no thinking. No breathing. I knew no words. I knew nothing other than the explosion rippling through my entire body.

  My arms gave out and I fell to my back, right on the table where people had meetings.

  Nash slowed but still fucked so hard that the table moved. My entire body bounced as I stared at the ceiling tiles.

  Gasping for a breath.

  Never wanting Nash to leave me.

  He eased himself out of me and I managed to lift my head and watch as he took the condom off and flung it into the trash next to the door. He tucked himself into his jeans and that was that.

  I slowly moved from the table, looking like a newborn deer trying to figure out how to use my legs. I had to take off my shoes so I could put my clothes back on. All the whil
e Nash just stood there and watched, not saying a word.

  I needed to get out of the meeting room. Out of the building. Out of…

  My eyes met Nash’s.

  I needed to go across the country like yesterday.

  When I walked to the door, Nash grabbed my wrist.

  He pulled my hand off the door handle and then touched my chin.

  He made me look at him again.

  I probably had filthy sex written across my face.

  Nash grinned.

  He leaned down and gently kissed me.

  This wasn’t a fuck me kiss.

  This was something different.

  The kind of kiss that made my heart race.

  He unlocked the door and left.

  I stood there for a few seconds and then looked down to the trash can.

  Coffee cups and a condom.

  I shut my eyes.

  What the fuck was this rock star doing to me?

  13

  NASH

  Jay strummed his guitar through a clean amp, working through some choppy sounding riff that he insisted would work as the bridge to the new song. I wasn’t sold on it just yet, but this was how the band worked. The stripped down acoustic sound was great, but we needed to add in more sound. Create a song that would carry through everything. From earbuds to the person sitting in the seat furthest away from the stage.

  “What the fuck does SLECK want with our story?” Reed asked.

  “There’s a lot of skeletons there,” Dex said.

  “Maybe Dale likes to collect bones,” I said.

  “And you aren’t punching holes in the walls over it?” Sab asked. “You got a thing for his daughter or what?”

  I looked at Sab. “You want to talk about having a thing with someone you’re not supposed to?”

  Sab put his drumstick between his middle and ring finger making it look like he was telling me to fuck off.

  “Sab's got a point,” Reed said. “What are you doing with Olivia?”

  “Since when is my dick your business?” I asked.

  “If it’s going to cost me seven figures,” Dex said. “Shit, at least let us get a piece of the pie.”

  I stood up and looked down at Dex. “Don’t.”

  “He was just joking,” Sab said.

  I walked toward the door and paused for a second. Right next to the door was a glass picture of that other piece of shit band. I curled my lip. I made a fist and put it through the glass, the picture, and the wall.