I swiped my thumb across her chin. “Hey. I can’t wait to know everything about you. And I can’t wait to piss your sister off some more with the guitar for the little man. And I can’t wait to find a way to make it up to her. And I can’t wait for the first time we have a big family dinner and all of Filthy Line is sitting around their dinner table.”
Candice grinned. “Look at you planning things out. You really fell in love hard, Dex.”
“Hardest fall I’ve ever had. And I once fell out of a three story motel in New Mexico.”
“What?” Candice yelled.
I laughed. “Shit, sweetie, you have a lot to learn about me.”
“I guess it’s good I have the rest of my life to figure it all out.”
“But we’re not engaged,” I said.
“Just together,” she said.
I brushed my lips to hers and smiled.
The curtain opened behind her and in walked Bethany and Ana.
“Oh, how sweet,” Bethany said.
She bounced up and down in more than one way.
Candice looked back.
Then came the rest of the band.
“Fuck, it smells like sex in here,” Jay said.
“Almost as sweet as a pineapple,” I said.
“What the fuck is this?” Reed asked. “You don’t come in here to make out with your fiancée. What a waste of a room.”
“Come on,” Sab said to Reed. “I’ll buy you a lap dance. You’re grumpy today.”
Nash looked at me and nodded.
I nodded back.
My eyes met with Candice’s again.
She smirked.
“What?”
“Rock stars and strippers, huh?”
I smiled back at her. “What can I say, sweetie… it’s just who I am…”
22
Candice
We didn’t need a holiday to make it happen.
And even though I had moved out of Cali’s house, I was still nervous having all of Filthy Line in her house.
Considering, for starters, it was three motorcycles and two black SUVs that pulled up to the curb and into the driveway, making every neighbor and their brother look out their window to see what the hell was going on at Dr. Keith’s house.
When Keith opened the front door to the house wearing an all-black t-shirt and jeans, my jaw almost hit the porch.
He’s trying to look cool for Dex.
“There’s the doctor,” Dex said, shaking Keith’s hand.
Right behind Keith came Carter.
He was in khakis and a nice polo shirt, obviously dressed by Cali. She would now and forever fight the urge and path of rock ‘n’ roll for her only son. Which was going to be one hell of a battle to see. Especially with Filthy Line in his life.
Carter’s face turned bright red as he stared at the band.
“Is this the kid?” Reed asked.
“Yeah,” Dex said.
“He’s coming for your job, Jay,” Nash said.
Jay crouched down to be eye level with Carter. “Is that so? You think you can handle it?”
Carter started to shake his head.
“Carter,” Dex said. “If you ever need Jay to leave you alone, just say one word.”
“Pus-” Reed started to say but Sab elbowed him to shut him up.
“Pineapple,” Sab said. “Just say that.”
Without missing a beat, Carter curled his lip at Jay and said, “Pineapple.”
Jay stood up and nodded.
“Badass kid,” he said.
Cali stepped up to the open doorway next.
“Sisters,” Jay said. “Nice.”
Cali looked a little flustered.
She looked at me.
Our eyes talked for hours in a few seconds.
She didn’t like this. She wasn’t sure of Dex. But she loved me. And she was trying to figure this all out for me.
“Come on in,” Cali said. “Make yourself at home.”
“Careful with that,” Dex said. “Stick to your rules. You don’t want rock stars like us making ourselves at home.”
Dex winked at Cali and her face brightened with a red tone.
Jay stepped forward and stared right at my sister. “So… how happy are you in your marriage?”
* * *
Nash had a sense of calmness and he made sure Reed was on top of Jay when Jay got way too close to the line. Flirting with Cali was one thing. Cali could laugh it off. So could Keith.
But as we walked down the basement steps, I hung back and waited for Jay.
I grabbed his shirt and pinned him against the wall.
“Oh, right here?” he whispered. “Aren’t you worried Dex will hear you screaming my name?”
“Listen to me,” I said. “Keith is a doctor. He’ll gut you and dispose of your body and nobody will miss you.”
“Protecting your sister?”
“Something like that.”
“Only the best ass and pussy gets this kind of protection,” Jay said. “Now I’m even more intrigued.”
“I swear on my life, Jay…”
“Hey, sweetie, you okay?” Dex asked from down the stairs.
“She’s trying to kiss me, Dex,” Jay said.
I pushed away from him and hurried down stairs.
What was once my old room was now a music room for Carter.
The guitar set up Dex had sent over really had no choice but to be put in the basement.
“When I first started, I didn’t have this shit,” Jay said.
“Language,” Cali said to Jay.
“Come make my mouth clean then,” he said.
Reed put an arm around Jay.
I heard him whisper something about breaking his neck.
“Fire it up, little man,” Dex said.
Carter shook his head. “I suck.”
“Carter,” Keith said.
“No way you suck,” Dex said.
“I’ll help the kid out,” Jay said.
He pushed away from Reed and walked to the guitar. He sat on a bench and turned on the amp and started to play.
Jay was such an asshole but he was so damn good at guitar.
His fingers flew up and down the guitar and then he handed it to Carter.
The feedback squealed as Carter shook his head.
Dex dropped to one knee next to Carter and whispered something.
Carter took the guitar and stood there, looking scared to death.
When he played a chord, the band erupted in cheers.
“Come on, man,” Nash said. “Play!”
Carter smiled and hit another chord. Then another… and then…
He started to play.
“That’s our song,” Sab said. “Holy shit.”
Cali opened her mouth to yell at Sab but it was no use.
Sab hurried to the bench and started to play the drumbeat with his hands.
Nash then cupped his hands to his mouth and started to sing the lyrics.
And just like that, my nephew was a rock star.
Jamming with Filthy Line in the basement of his house.
He could only play the one part but they played and sang for a good ten minutes.
I nudged at Cali. “Not so bad, right?”
She looked at me. “You’re happy.”
“Crazy happy.”
I was technically still a barista at the cafe. But Gregor hated real work and was finally going to hand me the keys to the place to do what I wanted with it. I wasn’t sure what that meant yet and I didn’t really care. I mean, after all, I probably didn’t need to work. My full time job was Dex.
The song finally ended and Cali stepped in. “Time to eat.”
“Is it now?” Jay asked.
Reed grabbed Jay again and Keith led the way to the steps.
“Keep it cool up there,” Nash said to Sab.
“What did I do?” Sab asked.
“Everyone has to stay clothed at the dinner table,” Nash said.
Car
ter took his guitar off and Cali messed with his hair, shaking her head.
“Hey, little man,” Dex said. “No more Carter with a C. You’re a rock star now. You’re Carter with a K.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” Cali said.
“Thanks for having us, Cali,” Dex said.
My sister paused and looked at Dex. “Anything gets ruined, broken, damaged, or stolen, I’m coming for your ass.”
“Deal,” Dex said.
They went up the stairs and I made one step when Dex grabbed my hand.
“Hey, sweetie.”
“Hey,” I said.
“This is where your bed used to be.”
“Yup.”
Dex grinned at me.
My face warmed up. “Really?”
“You know something crazy is going to happen up there, right?” Dex asked.
“Oh, I know. I already plan on having Carter go eat in his room or something.”
“That’s good,” Dex said.
I tried to take a step but Dex stopped me again.
I laughed. “What are you doing?”
He pulled me against him and picked me up.
I gasped a second before he kissed me.
Then he walked us into the bathroom and kicked the door shut behind him.
I heard the click of the lock and he sat me on the bathroom sink.
“Dex…”
“Your sister is never going to actually like me,” he said. “So I might as well give her plenty of reasons to keep hating me.”
He kissed my neck and I put my head back.
His fingers played with the button on my jeans and I bit my lip.
Upstairs I heard laughter.
Then it was followed by a scared yell from Cali.
“Damn,” Dex said.
“What?” I asked, trying to keep my breathing steady.
“Something happened,” he said. “My guess is Jay did something with a piece of food to tease your sister.”
“There’s no pineapple up there,” I said.
Dex laughed. “Ah, I fucking love you, Candice.”
“Yeah, I fucking love you too, Dex.”
Our eyes flirted for another second.
Then his hands pulled at my jeans and panties.
Dex had other ways of telling me he loved me too.
Epilogue
Reed
I slipped my hand into her hand and pulled her toward me. “We go out the back, babe.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not walking out the front door. I don’t do that. I have a ride waiting for us.”
“Really? Where are we going?”
Her big blue eyes and bouncy strawberry blonde hair were the things one night stands were made of. I could taste the sense of innocence coming from her. The way she sat there all night sipping her drinks, that flirty tongue of hers playing with the thin, red straw.
You have no idea where this is going, babe…
I touched her chin. “We can go anywhere you want.”
“Paris?”
“I’ll call a private jet right now.”
She giggled. “You’re crazy, Reed.”
“Am I?”
Her face turned serious. “You mean… for real…”
“I can do anything the fuck I want,” I said. “You just need to decide what you want. And what kind of fun you’re going to have getting it.”
She told me her name was Kelly and I had no reason not to believe her. She already knew who I was. And I hoped to everything she knew what tonight meant.
Which was… nothing.
Paris? Really? You want to go to a big tower, babe? I’ll drop my jeans right here and break this table in half…
Kelly put her drink down and leaned toward me. Her tongue touched my neck.
I pulled her closer and kneaded my left hand into her ass on the outside of her pants.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.
“That’s the plan.”
Five minutes later we were in the back of the SUV.
She was on top of me.
Grinding her hips like my cock was going to spurt gold.
My hands slapped at her ass and I picked her up and put her on the seat next to me.
She was on her knees and I looked at her.
“We can skip Paris,” she teased.
“Already planned on it,” I said. “But there’s still hours to kill then regret.”
“How far is the drive?”
“As long as I want it to be, babe.”
Her right hand touched the bulge in my jeans.
I put my head back and sighed.
Kelly found a way to keep her mouth busy while I found a way to kill some time.
Plus, it was good to get this first one out of the way.
My right hand crept down her back and traced the line of her pants. Then I found out she was wearing a thong.
The SUV came to a stop but Kelly didn’t stop.
I looked down at her head bobbing up and down between my legs.
I put my head back again and shut my eyes.
Then I heard singing.
A group of voices singing.
They were on the corner… four of them.
But there was one that caught my attention.
I sat up a little and Kelly groaned with her mouth full of me.
I looked out the window but couldn’t see much other than dark silhouettes.
When I put the window down a little, I heard the voices even louder.
The window was down just enough for me to see.
Kelly groaned again and I felt my legs tighten. I was about to blow and I wasn’t even focused on it.
My eyes were elsewhere.
Kelly popped her mouth off me and let out a groan. “Yes, Reed, yes…”
“Hey, shut up,” I said to her.
Her mouth lowered again and the SUV started to move.
I turned my head and heard that voice again.
And that’s when I saw her.
The closest thing I ever had to falling in love once before in my life.
The woman who almost got to my heart.
The woman who I kicked off our tour bus in the middle of nowhere.
Because me finding love wasn’t allowed to happen.
I tried to turn some more but lost sight…
I grunted and felt myself finishing into Kelly’s mouth.
I shut my eyes…
… and pictured Abby…
Meet Reed
He literally left me on the side of the road.
Tossed from his tour bus because he was a bad boy rock star.
And I was just some chick who could sing.
That’s only reason one of a million why I hate Reed.
I get it though - he’s hot, plays bass with those long fingers that leave you wondering what else they could do...
But he’s evil.
And with each chart topping song and album and worldwide tour he’s raking it in while I’m left singing in a female barber shop quartet trying to make ends meet.
Then the call of my life comes in.
I’m booked for real studio time.
I show up... and I’m supposed to sing backing vocals for Filthy Line.
Which means I’m in the f*ckin studio with Reed.
Mr. cocky rocky kiss my ass thinks he can smooth his way with me... think again.
I’m not some groupie.
I’m trying to make a name for myself.
Yet he won’t leave me alone.
Forget about the smoldering look in his eyes.
Forget about what he does when he finds out what I do for a living.
This rock star is on my tail and next thing I know my greatest enemy wants me between the sheets.
Hey, maybe this can work out... or maybe I’ll finally get a chance to give him a taste of his own medicine...
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Reed
I checked my phone and grinned.
; The Line Whore bought me a glass of whiskey and I told her to dim the lights.
There were neon lights across the ceiling… and all I needed was some good music to really set the tone.
I threw the glass of whiskey back and took a big gulp.
Dangerous eyes stared at me.
She moved forward and cupped between my legs and kissed my neck.
She opened my jeans and her hand slid down to fight with the steel anaconda that most would call an amazing cock.
My eyes stared at the door.
“Come on,” I whispered.
“You can come on me anywhere you want,” the Line Whore whispered.
Before I can say anything else, she disappeared from view.
Which was good.
I wasn’t here to talk.
She was here to use her mouth.
Simple as that.
She pulled my jeans down enough that my cock sprung free.
Her mouth latched to the full tip and I took a breath.
I also took another drink of whiskey.
She was good.
Really good actually.
Her lips and tongue knew exactly what to do and how to do it.
In fact, she was the type that if I gave a time limit, she could probably make me explode within that time.
That’s a good thing to be able to do.
Especially when I was due to be on stage in a few minutes.
Her right hand tried to grip the root of my cook and her left hand moved around to my ass. She dug her nails into my ass cheek and pulled.
She wants me to fuck her mouth.
I groaned and gave her what she wanted.
The door finally opened.
Abby stepped inside the room and froze.
She looked at me.
Then at the Line Whore on her knees before me.
“You texted me to come see this?” Abby asked.
“Oops,” I said.
I expected Abby to storm out of the room and never want to talk to me again.
That was the fun in this.
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