A FILTHY Engagement: a filthy line novel

by Kidman, Jaxson

  That made her gasp for air.

  Because she was used to feeling someone moving up and down.

  That was good… but left to right, sweetie, that was the spot…

  I felt her inching closer to the end and I convinced myself to pause.

  I brought my lips together and suckled her soft bud, pulling away until she cried with a moan.

  My lips popped free and I licked them for good measure, vowing to never forget her honey taste.

  And I went back for more.

  Pressing my tongue harder, moving faster.

  Inside my jeans, my cock twisted and throbbed, sending signals that this wasn’t a one person finishing kind of night.

  I broke my kiss to her tender lips to whisper fuck knowing I was getting into trouble here.

  But I couldn’t stop.

  I had Candice resting on the edge of climax.

  And with just a few more flicks against her, her left hand smacked the back of my head as she fought to pull my hair. She started to pull me away but then wanted more. Pressing me tighter against her body.

  That’s right, sweetie, don’t be afraid to enjoy it…

  “Dex…”

  As though it was her dying breath.

  Candice put her head back and arched her back, giving herself to me.

  The warmth spread across my mouth. Her seal had been broken. Her pleasure was all mine to savor and drink.

  My left hand moved from her hip and I grabbed between my legs.

  There were different types of hardness and I was at the one where there was no turning back.

  I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock free, stroking it just once before releasing my own hold.

  I moved my mouth from Candice’s slit and kissed to her belly button and stopped.

  I put my right leg to the couch and hovered over her, my throbbing dick pointed right at her.

  She looked down at me and gasped. Then she looked at me, her cheeks bright red, and she bit her lip.

  And she fucking nodded.

  She wants me to fuck her. Right here on this leather couch in the upstairs backroom of a club. Like a true Line Whore.

  I gritted my teeth and shook my head.

  I hated myself in that moment.

  So I grabbed her right hand and guided her to my body.

  Her hand gripped what she could and I grabbed the couch and lowered my mouth down to her neck.

  She smelled like soap and not some cheap perfume.

  There wasn’t glitter and hairspray everywhere.

  She was a real woman.

  A real fucking woman.

  Stroking my cock root to tip with enough speed that with some practice she could probably play a guitar solo…

  My head spun out of control like I had a bad mix of booze and drugs. Like I could tell myself to jump out of a fucking window and that I wouldn’t get hurt.

  Fuck… when I got like that, Jay and Reed would have to lock my ass in the hotel bathroom so I could go fucking wild until I passed out.

  But there was no stopping this.

  I kissed Candice’s neck and moved over her shirt. I went down to her breasts, over her shirt and pressed my nose against her as hard as I could. She groaned and lifted her chest for me. My right hand grabbed her shirt and pulled it up over her bra. Her tits poured out of the top of her bra. I kissed and nibbled and she stroked me harder.

  I looked down and watched her hand moving against me.

  I was ready to fucking explode and I gritted my teeth.

  It was too soon if you asked me… but fucking hell…

  Candice… Candy… sweetie… my fiancée…

  She knew what she was doing.

  I moved my eyes to hers and saw the deepest sense of lust I ever saw before.

  When I kissed her, she gasped.

  The taste of her body on my lips… now on her lips…

  She kissed me back and my left hand pulled at the couch cushion like I was going to rip the fucking thing to pieces.

  I grunted into her mouth and felt myself let go.

  My own warm rush between us, rushing from my body to her hand to her belly.

  I stopped kissing her so I could hiss like a pissed off snake. And so I could watch the mess she was making me make.

  It felt fucking endless.

  The seconds ticking like minutes as her hand began to move slower and slower. Until she finally pulled away, the evidence of her wild side clinging to her hands and all over her stomach.

  I stood up from the couch and tucked myself away, still throbbing with the definite hint at rounds two, three, and four coming very soon.

  I walked to the table against the wall, grabbed a jacket and tossed it to Candice.

  “Thanks,” she said with a smile that I swore could make the worst fucking day of my life suddenly good.

  I moved toward the couch again as she cleaned herself up from me.

  “Want to know something fucking crazy, sweetie?” I asked.

  “This entire night?” Candice asked. She tossed the jacket to the floor. “I can’t believe… that you… and me…”

  I reached out and touched her face. “Trust me, Candice, I’m going to fuck you tonight.”

  Her face turned redder. “Oh?”

  “Just not here. Not this room.”

  “Then where, Dex?”

  “My fucking bed,” I said. “You’re coming home with me tonight. Okay?”

  Candice nodded.

  I leaned in and kissed her forehead.

  I stood up and grabbed her hand to get her to her feet.

  We walked to the door, hand in hand, and I unlocked the door.

  When I opened it, Toby was coming toward us with some guy in a suit.

  “Hey,” Toby said and pointed to me. He said something to the guy and the guy stopped. Toby jogged toward me. “Working on something big here, Dex. Promotional shit.”

  “That’s what you’re best at, Toby,” I said.

  “Getting out of here for a little more of a business setting,” Toby said. “Just need to get my suit jacket.”

  I looked at Candice and her eyes went wide.

  I leaned toward her. “That’s what I wanted to tell you, sweetie. This room is Toby’s. And that jacket…”

  “Where the fuck… how did it get on the floor?” Toby asked himself. A second later I heard him yell. “What the fuck is all over my suit jacket?”

  I kept my hand held tight to Candice and got us both out of there.

  I just hoped Toby didn’t give his suit jacket the old sniff or lick test.

  * * *

  The second the door opened to get outside, the small crowd cheered for us.

  Nash and Liv were hand in hand, rushing to their SUV.

  Reed climbed up on the hood of the SUV and opened his arms.

  That only got everyone more excited.

  I slipped my arm around Candice’s waist. “We have our own ride.”

  “You’re not going to sign anything?” she asked.

  “Can’t, sweetie,” I said. “You start one and it turns into all night. We just have to get the fuck out of here. We’ll have security toss them all the new song.”

  “We love you Candice!” someone shouted.

  Now that caught my attention.

  I turned and saw two women waving at Candice and I.

  “You’re so fucking pretty, Candice!” one of the women yelled.

  “Yes she is,” I said. “And she’s all fucking mine.”

  “I’m jealous!” the other woman yelled. “Will you sign my shirt?”

  “What?” Candice asked.

  I walked over to the two women. I grabbed the marker out of the first woman’s hand and hurried to sign her shirt. The other woman turned and pointed to her shoulder.

  I signed her shoulder and then said, “Don’t ever yell for my girl again. Got it? She’s always off limits.”

  Back by Candice, I grabbed her tighter.

  My heart lifted into my throat a lit
tle.

  That moment felt a little too real. To have Filthy Line fans cheering for her. Wanting an autograph. That look on her face too, because it wasn’t always the easiest thing to handle. At least for me it was my job and I had booze and other substances to balance shit out if it got to be too much.

  Candice was just…

  I wasn’t even sure what she was.

  She was just doing this thing with me.

  For what? For fun?

  There hadn’t been any mention of money or anything else.

  We got into the SUV and it took off.

  Plenty of fans cheered and chanted with the band’s name or their favorite member’s name.

  Candice and I looked at each other.

  I winked. “Line Whores.”

  “And they don’t mind being called that?”

  “Nope,” I said. “That’s the truth of music. Create something so important the surrounding story becomes part of it. No matter how bad it is.”

  “You know, you never talked about why you got arrested. Twice in one night? Is that what happened?”

  “You know, when I’m not around and you start searching my name online… that’s a little weird for me.”

  Candice blushed. “Then give me something, Dex.”

  “Oh, I can give you plenty.”

  “Not that.”

  “You better not be done for the night, sweetie,” I warned.

  “We’ll see,” she said.

  I grinned. “Okay. You’re not going to like this, Candice. I got arrested twice because of women. Sort of. I went to a favorite dive of mine to blow off some steam. I was working on a woman named Destiny-”

  “Like the new song?” she asked.

  “They thought of that, not me,” I said. “Destiny was a fake name. She went to the bathroom and then I got jumped.”

  “By her boyfriend?”

  I laughed. “No. Guys tied to Raunchy Recks.”

  “The band?”

  I nodded. “I’m sure you’ve read about it. Don’t play cute, sweetie.”

  She swallowed hard. “Sorry, Dex. Right. You two hate each other.”

  “Same old shit. They caught me off guard. Had the cops show up just as I was about to fight back. They set me up. I got out of that easily though. The second time was a little trickier. I was in another bar-”

  “No strip club?” Candice cut in.

  I reached and touched her cheek. “The strip club is where I go when I’m happy. I haven’t been there in a little while. They’re going to be worried about me. How about a detour?”

  “How about you tell everyone the truth about this engagement?”

  “Ouch,” I whispered. “Long story short, sweetie, I set my eyes on a new Destiny and her boyfriend didn’t like it. I was feeling jumpy from what happened earlier so I might have broken a glass over the guy’s head.”

  “Dex,” Candice said. “So I’m here with you all because of women?”

  “What else could get me into trouble?” I asked.

  Candice sighed. “I should have known.”

  “Now… my little flower… what’s with the flower business?”

  “Oh, so we’re exchanging stories now?”

  “We have a few minutes to kill before I get you home and let my cock do all the talking. Again.”

  “Poor Toby, huh?”

  “Screw Toby,” I said. “You owned a flower shop?”

  “It was crazy,” Candice said. “Okay? I kind of wanted to do everything opposite to my sister just to prove her wrong. She was older, smarter, prettier, and she had a map of her life that was intense. And it all worked out. There was a bad part of me that wanted her to fuck up along the way. But she didn’t. She met Keith. Of course he’s a pretty popular doctor. He operates on all the athletes around here. They have the perfect house, perfect son, perfect everything.”

  “That’s not jealousy, is it?” I asked.

  “Honestly, no. She just…”

  “She wanted you to be like her.”

  “Yeah. I guess. There was this flower shop on the corner. I always liked going in there to talk to Maria. She owned it. And… I don’t know. Things just happened. I had a chance to buy it from her.”

  Candice looked nervous. Fumbling and nervous.

  I inched closer to her. “It’s okay, sweetie. I just want to know things about you.”

  “Why?” she asked, looking into my eyes.

  I got even closer to her.

  What a question that was.

  Why… why… why…

  I touched her face again and gently kissed her perfect lips.

  “Because I’m just killing time until I get to fuck you.”

  16

  Candice

  It was only the second time I was at his house, but it felt more comfortable than Cali’s house. And Dex was right. Any free second I had without him around I was looking him up online. There were so many stories and articles written about the band. There were fan pages created to debunk what they felt were untrue stories. But when it came to certain things… legal things… there was no way to say it wasn’t true.

  Right?

  Like with Raunchy Recks.

  Their rival band.

  Some of the stories went back to when they were maybe friends. Of course rock stars being rock stars it was all about who could fuck the other person’s girlfriend. And then it became a sense of backstabbing to see who could get their record deal first. And then it became who will be the biggest band in the world.

  As big as Filthy Line was, Raunchy Recks was right in line.

  It was like the fans loved both bands, which surprised me. I figured the loyal Line Whores would have hated anyone that hated Filthy Line.

  Besides that stuff, there was the elusive sixth man in the band. I couldn’t get the story straight if a guy named Mitchy was an original member or not. It seemed like the band did a lot to cover up his name and keep him quiet. But it was clear something bad had happened, Mitchy was tossed out, and his life’s goal was to sue the band over and over.

  To me, if I was that rich and that powerful, why not just throw the guy some money and make him go away for good?

  All my research came in between the texts from Trent too.

  He’d seen the images and read the stories of Dex and I. The fake truth that Dex needed to get out of trouble was the same fake truth I needed to keep Trent at bay. Which worked in the sense of him not wanting to get back together… but not in the sense for him to leave me alone.

  So maybe Cali was right and it was time to just change my number and let everything go…

  Those were the thoughts that raced through my head as Dex held my hand and led the way upstairs. His house had that total cliché grand staircase in it. And again, it was just so clean. Like it was completely unused.

  I wondered if he even wanted to live in a place like this.

  His bedroom door looked like a dungeon door.

  I shook my head when I saw it.

  “What?” Dex asked. “What did you think you’d find up here, sweetie?”

  I stared at him as he grinned. He grabbed the giant O that was the door handle, and pushed the door open.

  He moved.

  My feet didn’t.

  The moment caught up to me.

  This was supposed to be a fake engagement routine. We were supposed to be seen in public together. Pictures, interviews, all that crap. And nothing else.

  I could give him backstage at the show.

  Fine.

  I caught him with a Line Whore and attacked the bitch.

  But after…

  Why did you attack that woman? Even if he was kissing her or touching her… why did it matter? It’s not your reputation at stake. It’s not your ass that’s going to be thrown into jail.

  “Sweetie?” Dex asked.

  I blinked.

  What am I doing here?

  My mind flashed to the images of Dex… picking me up. Taking me to that leather couch. The way I
felt. His tongue racing down my body. His tongue between my legs. My hand touching his…

  My heart started to race again.

  This wasn’t part of the engagement.

  This was something else.

  I wanted to be pissed.

  At Dex and myself.

  Because… was I a Line Whore now?

  That didn’t make sense.

  Dex asked questions about me. He wanted to know about me.

  So what did that mean?

  As Dex closed in on me, he swept me off my feet, picking me up.

  Just like he did that night at the hotel restaurant.

  Oh, fuck, this is going to end with us getting hurt for real, isn’t it?

  * * *

  The room screamed rock star.

  The centerpiece was the bed. Obviously.

  By far the biggest bed I had ever seen in my life.

  And everything on the bed was black.

  The walls were almost bare, the ceilings a mile high, skylights everywhere, along with giant windows on each side of the main walls. My guess it was so you could see the sun come up and watch it set.

  One corner of the room was dedicated to music. There was a black piano with the top open. Acoustic and electric guitars hung perfectly on the walls. And a few dim lights that shined down on all the instruments.

  No matter how many times my eyes tried to look around for more details, Dex kept my attention on him.

  His lips kissed my bare shoulder as I looked down at my shirt on the floor.

  I shut my eyes for a breath and felt his teeth bite the strap of my bra and pull.

  I reached back to unsnap my bra as his hands touched my stomach and moved up.

  He made me shiver. Everywhere. Good and bad shivers too.

  The good being the pleasure I felt when his rock star hands moved over my bare breasts. Handfuls for him, an aching feeling that moved between my legs, needing him.

  And those were the bad shivers.

  That sense of need.

  Want was one thing. Want was craving… and you could survive without want.

  But this feeling of need…

  Dex inched down and flicked his tongue to my collarbone as he slid my bra from my body.

  His hands then grabbed my waist and he pushed me down to the bed.