A FILTHY Engagement: a filthy line novel

by Kidman, Jaxson

  I reached for Candice’s hand and grinned when she let me interlock my fingers to hers.

  We drove up the driveway and I pointed to the window.

  “You can put the window down, sweetie,” I said. “Get a feel for your house.”

  “Oh, so I live here now?”

  “You’ve lived here for a while,” I said. “Remember? You’ve been sneaking around. Engaged to this fucking wild man.”

  Candice took her hand away from mine and put the window down.

  She let out a gasp and a smile moved along her face.

  My eyes saw what she was seeing.

  The landscaping of the property.

  That shit meant nothing much to me. Trees, bushes, shrubs, flowers, rocks, stone, whatever else was there. I mean, shit, it looked nice, but was it gasp worthy? Fuck no.

  Gasp worthy was… Candice.

  My eyes shifted and I studied her.

  Her hair was forever messy but in a put together kind of way. Seeing her from the side was just special to me. I mentally traced the line of her face. Her nose was a little bit pointy, in a way that was meant for kissing while I was burying myself inside of her. Letting her know that there was no need to regret what we had. And then her lips. They weren’t pouty and fake. And they were thin and delicious. They were perfect. Lips that could spout nasty words one second, and lips that could kiss the filth out of my mouth a second later.

  I moved in my seat, feeling myself thickening as I started to tell myself stories of all the things I wanted to do with Candice.

  “I can feel you staring at me,” she said.

  “I’ve never seen someone get so horny over grass before,” I said.

  Candice looked at me with disgust. “Really?”

  “What? I bet you’re ready to put some morning dew out there.”

  “Good to know I can’t even look out the window without you writing some kind of narrative about it.”

  I leaned across the seat and slipped my arm around her shoulder. “You can do anything you want, sweetie. But that look on your face… I know that look. That means something to you.”

  “And let me guess, you want to know all about me?”

  “I’m the opposite, Candice.”

  “Meaning what?”

  The SUV came to a stop. “I want to get to know your body first. Then I’ll see if I care about your mind and heart.”

  She shook her head.

  I touched her chin. “Think about it, sweetie. After I’m done fucking you and you’re a puddle of pleasure from my touch, what’s there to hold back in life?”

  Her cheeks flushed red and I put my nose to hers.

  Her perfect, little, pointy nose.

  I laughed.

  And as I pulled away, I saw her lips move.

  She had been expecting a kiss from me.

  Well, well, well, Candy Candice… just how bad do you really want this and why?

  * * *

  We held hands as we walked through the great room.

  I had no idea what the fuck any of the rooms were called.

  They were all versions of a living room if you asked me.

  I led the way as a girl named Celia walked with us, a bag over her shoulder, big framed glasses on her face (probably wearing them for fun), and her phone in her hand as she recorded us talking.

  Of course the room I chose to walk through was the one with my Filthy Line memorabilia.

  The albums framed on the wall.

  The original concert shirts from our first tour.

  Handwritten notes and lyrics.

  There was even a framed address on a napkin, which was our first real show as a band. From some dump of a pizza place where we ate and ditched because we had no money.

  “Now, before the police come to get me again,” I said to Celia as I pointed to the napkin. “I went back to that place a year later and paid for the food, plus a generous tip. The idea of rock n’ roll is about survival. It’s about finding your voice and sticking to it.”

  Celia nodded.

  She smiled.

  “Dex…”

  “She’s pissed that you’re avoiding the important stuff,” Candice said. She hugged my arm. “Don’t waste her time, my dear.”

  “My dear?” Dex asked me. “You don’t have to be shy. You can tell her what you call me.”

  “Oh?” Candice asked, her face turning red again.

  “What does she call you?” Celia asked.

  “Thunder Cock,” I said.

  “What?” Candice yelled.

  “I bring the thunder,” I said. “Or you can call me Lightning Jizz…”

  “Dex, stop it,” Candice said.

  “Wow,” Celia said.

  “Actually, Candice never calls me anything,” I said. “When I get inside her, she’s speechless.”

  “Okay,” Celia said. “I was more or less wondering when you’re not screwing each other.”

  “When is that?” I asked with a laugh.

  I felt the anger pouring from Candice.

  I stopped walking and moved my hand to Candice’s hip and pulled her close for a hug.

  “Seriously though, she’s the fucking best,” I said. “She doesn’t call me anything. I’m usually too busy annoying her for something nice to be said about me. It’s my thing though. I have to annoy her. Just to remind her…”

  “You may not know this about your favorite, badass rock star here,” Candice said, “but he’s very clingy. And very worried about me leaving him.”

  “Hey, hey, hey,” I said. “We’re not running that.”

  “No worries, Dex,” Celia said. “I’ll send over the story before it hits the world. You know that.”

  I looked at Candice and smiled.

  She could play the game too.

  She could say anything about me.

  “You two look happy,” Celia said. “I mean… it must be nice to not hide anymore.”

  “I don’t mind the house,” Candice said, looking around. “There’s always something to do.”

  “But to sneak out of here and work as a barista?” Celia asked. “What a fascinating story. To go to that length…”

  “I think what you’re trying to say, Celia, is that we’d do anything for each other,” I said. “And, look, the shit I’ve done… yeah, it’s crazy. But imagine playing a show and not being able to see your girl out there in the crowd. Or see her backstage. Or when you get backstage and it’s the party of a lifetime and you feel empty inside. Not from the fans or the music or the band… but because I miss her.” I looked at Candice again. “It’s like I’ve missed you my entire life.”

  Candice swallowed hard. She opened her mouth to speak.

  I lowered my mouth down to hers, not really giving a damn about what she wanted to say.

  I kissed her wildly in front of Celia.

  Nice and sloppy too, just to be sure her phone picked up the sound.

  Candice pushed me away and laughed in a way that told me she was soaking wet. I mean so wet that I felt like telling Celia to go outside for a few minutes so I could fall to my knees and have a taste of Candice for myself.

  I was thirsty. For her.

  My dick twisted in my jeans and I had to adjust myself.

  Celia’s eyes widened as big as her fake glasses.

  I shrugged. “What can I say. She makes me fucking hard.”

  “Shit, Dex,” Candice said.

  “No, it’s fine,” Celia said. “I wasn’t expecting roses and chocolates and a love story here.”

  I looked down at Candice again and winked.

  “Let’s work our way outside and have a drink,” I said. “Then we can finish this up.”

  “Perfect,” Celia said. “I’m more or less just looking for how it all happened. How does a barista meet and fall in love with a rock star? How does a rock star fall for a barista when he has women at his disposal? And why the secrecy for so long? And why now… why tell the truth now?”

  “Great questions,”
I said.

  I guided the way into the actual living room.

  There were pillars in the middle of the floor. Along with a fireplace that was made to fuck in front of. I caught Candice looking and it made me smile.

  “I mean, the story isn’t all that great,” I said. “I needed some coffee after a long night. And I met Candice. She didn’t treat me like I was a rock star. She was actually rude to me.”

  “Well, when you consider him being hungover, snot dripping out of his nose,” Candice said.

  “Oh yeah?” Celia asked.

  “No,” I said.

  “Oh yeah,” Candice said. “Vomit on his shirt. He looked ready to cry. I thought he was homeless or something.”

  I curled my lip at Candice.

  Then I grinned again.

  Maybe it was time for our next surprise.

  * * *

  Outside, the sun was shining beautifully bright. The backyard was totally secluded thanks to more landscaping. Which worked out because my pool always had some action in it. At the far end there was a hot tub and there sat three beautiful women, sipping fruity drinks, each on their cell phone, probably already sending out fifty selfies on social media.

  Candice didn’t seem very happy with that.

  But that wasn’t the entire surprise.

  There were two other women in my pool.

  They both popped up out of the water and climbed up the steps.

  Topless.

  Candice let out a gasp and dug her nails into my arm.

  “Well then,” Celia said.

  “Don’t mind them,” I said. I whistled. “Where are your tops?”

  “You bought them to come off, remember?” Bethany said.

  I laughed. “You’re not supposed to say that. I’m supposed to be the good boy now.”

  “Hardly,” Ana said.

  Candice dug her nails even harder.

  I looked down at her. “You know Bethany and Ana. Old friends.”

  “This is interesting,” Celia said. “Topless women in the pool of an engaged rock star.”

  “To be fair, they are strippers,” I said. “It’s their nature. And they’re really good people. How about you move your eyes from her tits and show some respect?”

  Celia put a hand up. “I’m just taking it all in.”

  “For twenty bucks, Ana will really show you what taking it all in means,” I whispered to Celia.

  Now I had her flustered.

  Bethany and Ana stood there, perfect and topless.

  Shit, we all had slipped so much money into the string thong of those two it wasn’t even funny. They worked at The Down and Filthy Line had a, well, filthy reputation there.

  “You’re a fucking asshole,” Candice whispered to me.

  “Just playing the part,” I whispered back to her. I looked at Celia. “So what else did you want to know?”

  “Uh… right.” She cleared her throat. “So you two met. I’m not sure how much detail you want to go into…”

  “None,” I said. “Our love was kind of fast and wild. And the secrecy was hot as fuck in the beginning. Right, sweetie?”

  Candice was staring at Bethany’s well placed tits. She named her tits Reed and Jay because they paid for them. Ana was all natural and well known for her shape and size. But I didn’t see what Candice and Celia saw. Which made me wonder if I was just a good person or maybe a little soft.

  Well, I was never soft…

  “Candice?” Celia asked.

  Candice snapped her gaze from tit city and grinned. “Right.”

  I whistled again and nodded to Bethany and Ana.

  They walked right toward us.

  “So it was all hot and fun and secret,” Celia said. “Which I completely understand. I’m putting this timeline together now… this was around the time Nash was having his own legal troubles, right?”

  “Yeah, I think,” I said.

  Bethany and Ana stood inches from Candice.

  I pulled Candice close to me again and kissed the top of her head.

  “I fucking love our life,” I said to Candice.

  “So good to see you again,” Bethany said to Candice.

  “Ugh, I wish I had your body,” Ana said. “You should totally be naked right now.”

  “I agree,” I said.

  Candice looked right at Celia.

  Here’s your chance to blow it all up, sweetie.

  “See what I deal with here?” Candice asked.

  “This doesn’t bother you?” Celia asked, pouncing on the chance to break Candice a little.

  “I’ve seen plenty of boobs in my life,” Candice said.

  “But strippers? The reputation at the strip club? Doesn’t that…”

  Candice lifted her left hand and showed off the ring. “They do half the work for me. Less foreplay. More time to myself when he comes and passes out right after.”

  “Damn,” I said.

  She was good.

  She was really fucking good.

  She was… just… fuck…

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  Candice

  Oh, the words were there. They were on the tip of my tongue. And I had to keep pushing them back and wait for the right time to explode.

  Bethany and Ana finally covered up their fucking boobs.

  They put towels around their bodies and walked to the hot tub.

  I gave Dex an evil glare.

  Strippers too?

  He knew what I was thinking and he nodded.

  He put his lips to my ear. “But right now I only want to fuck you.”

  “You couldn’t afford me,” I said.

  Which only made Dex smile.

  And it made me feel…

  “How about a drink?” Dex offered.

  “I can’t,” Celia said. “Other than soda.”

  “Done,” Dex said.

  Of course he had a little hut looking thing near the pool.

  His own damn bar next to his giant pool outside of his giant house.

  The best part was how clean the house was.

  It just smelled of him.

  Not that filthy side of Dex, but that rough, clean, manly smell. Like fresh soap and a mix of cedar and sandalwood.

  There was a line Dex walked between real, fake, what people thought of him, and the truth. Not that I was one to think anything, but at least I wasn’t in the media spotlight.

  I sat on a barstool and Dex went behind the bar.

  He poured me a small glass of whiskey.

  He got Celia a soda.

  And then he stood there with the bottle of whiskey and drank from it.

  I sipped the whiskey and it was powerful.

  But it was good.

  It was needed.

  My argument with Cali was still playing through my mind.

  And the fact that this engagement thing was picking up steam.

  “So can I ask about the proposal?” Celia asked.

  “No,” Dex said. “Keep to the story. Look, there came a time… maybe after seeing Nash and Olivia… I wanted that too. Like, fuck, they’re out there doing their thing. And I’m here…”

  “Just hiding,” I said.

  “And who made that decision to stop hiding and come forward?” Celia asked.

  “I think Dex actually cares about me,” I said. “Shocker, I know. The lifestyle is crazy. And I get to show up to my job and do my thing… normalcy.”

  “Not anymore. You’re everywhere, Candice.”

  “Well, after him getting arrested twice…”

  “And that’s my fault,” Dex said. “Put that in there. I’m not blaming anyone but me. The pressure of hiding just made me break a little.”

  “I can imagine,” Celia said. “So now what? When’s the wedding?”

  I reached for Candice. “There’s no timeline. And knowing us, we’ll just wake up one morning and go get married.”

  “What about the band?” Celia asked.

  “I’ll shoot them a text,” Dex said. “Shit, maybe w
e’ll get married at The Down. I think Bethany can perform marriages.”

  I felt rage and jealousy surge through me.

  I looked at Celia. “Every girl’s dream, right?”

  “Married to a rock star?” Celia asked. “Getting married by a stripper? I mean… that’s the life…”

  “Ana can be the flower girl,” Dex said. “I’ll even pay her extra to put her clothes on.”

  You. Fucking. Asshole.

  “Maybe I’ll walk down the aisle naked,” I said.

  “I’m ready to get married right now,” Dex said.

  “You two are fucking adorable,” Celia said. She stopped recording on her phone. “I mean it. This is remarkable. I thought I was walking into a load of shit. Honestly.”

  “What kind of shit?” I asked.

  “Oh, please. Dex is arrested and suddenly engaged? I was waiting to see the price tag hanging off of you, Candice. And I know the way Toby works. Plus, those fuckers over at SLECK… they’ll do anything to protect their assets…”

  “I’m not an asset,” Dex said.

  “Yes, you are, Dex.”

  Dex put the whiskey bottle down. “We’re not an asset, Celia. That’s what makes us different. SLECK doesn’t own us. We own them.”

  “Fair enough,” Celia said.

  I took note in my head of how Dex reacted to things.

  It was interesting to see the man showing from behind the rock star.

  That he could feel things other than his dick getting hard.

  But remember, Candice, his dick getting hard was because of you…

  Heat hit my cheeks but I casually reminded myself that it was Dex. He could probably get hard looking at a puddle of water because his filthy rock star mind would somehow turn it into sex.

  Puddle of water… oozing… dripping… like the sweet lips between my legs…

  I looked down at my glass of whiskey and let out a silent breath.

  Either Dex was rubbing off on me or…

  I hurried to drink the rest of the whiskey.

  Without asking, Dex poured me another. Then he took a big gulp from the bottle for himself.