“Thank you,” I whispered.
He looked at me. “Yeah. No problem.”
I stepped back and then in front of him.
I moved up to my toes and touched his face with my other hand.
Slowly, I kissed his lips.
What are you doing, Lita?
I stopped kissing him and he went to get the whiskey.
I took out my phone, put on some Christmas music and began to open the boxes of lights.
Shane had me run into the store to get the lights.
He sat in his car and smoked cigarettes.
There was so much messed up about this entire thing, but… I was kind of happy.
Shane came back to the living room and groaned at the sound of the Christmas music playing.
He twisted off the cap to a fresh bottle of whiskey and took a big drink.
Then he handed me the bottle.
I took a small swig and watched him pick up the tree with ease and slam it down into the tree stand.
“I’ll hold it so you can tighten the bottom,” I said. “And you’re lucky I picked this tree. The needles don’t fall off.”
“Thanks for thinking of me,” Shane said.
He crouched down and tightened the tree stand.
When I was able to let the tree go, I smiled.
“There,” he said.
“Now we put the lights up,” I said.
Shane grabbed the whiskey bottle from me. “Can’t wait.”
He grabbed a strand of big bulbed lights and plugged them in.
He started to wrap them around the tree and I bit my lip.
“You were right too,” I said.
“About what?” Shane asked.
“I guess everything. You saw something with Blaze that nobody else did.”
Shane stopped decorating the tree. “And what’s that, Lita?”
“I’ve been waiting for him to come back,” I confessed. “Waiting for him to look in the mirror and hate himself for what he did to me. I left in a hurry when I knew what he was doing and I never got to ask how many, how long…”
“Is that something you want to know?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It just burns in me. I knew he was up to no good. But I ignored it. Then it became more and more obvious. And when he found out I knew, he didn’t care. He just played it off that he was a rock star. He was allowed to cheat on me. To him, as long as he came home to me eventually, it didn’t matter.”
“Piece of shit,” Shane said.
“Him or me?”
Shane dropped the lights and walked to me.
He handed me the bottle of whiskey. “A little of both.”
“Wow. That’s harsh.”
“I’m not going to lie to you to make you feel good about yourself,” he said.
“I guess that’s what I like about you.”
Shane reached for another set of lights. “You do these. I’ll just watch. And listen.”
“To what?”
“To everything else you’ve been holding in.”
I drank some more whiskey and then went to work.
I moved much faster and better with the lights than Shane did.
“I think I just thought too much of myself,” I said. “I was a singer. He was a rock star. It felt like a dream. Like you said about Stacy, you know?”
Shane nodded. “I get it.”
“I thought we were going to write songs together. Become famous together. You know, I sometimes wonder if he messed up gigs for me out of jealousy.”
“Well, he’s a prick. That’s what they do.”
“I should have ran, Shane. Much earlier.”
“I should have too. We didn’t. Oh well.”
“See, what I don’t get… you kept the ring. What’s the difference between that and what I do?”
“You’re looking for the guy, Lita,” Shane said. “You think it’ll be different. I never once wanted Stacy back. I was able to face the truth right away.”
“And I’m not facing the truth? What is the truth?”
Shane laughed. “That’s for you to figure out.”
“No. Tell me what you think the truth is.”
“Fine. The truth is Blaze used you. You were a comfort to him. A security blanket. He knew he could come back to you. Someone to hug, kiss, and fuck. Did he love you? Sure he did. He just didn’t love you enough. That’s the hole in your heart. You think because his love wasn’t enough that you’re not enough. Which is wrong. You are enough. For someone. The right person.”
“Just not Blaze,” I said.
“Never Blaze.”
“You said you don’t love Stacy,” I said. “Are you sure about that?”
“Positive.” Shane shook the whiskey bottle and whiskey. “We almost have this thing killed off. You feeling okay over there?”
I looked at the tree and nodded.
I was feeling really good.
The tree was almost done.
“It just needs the star,” I said.
Shane walked the star to the tree and reached up with ease to put it on top.
He plugged it in and the tree was done.
“Turn out the lights,” I said. “Let’s see it in the dark.”
Shane shut off the lights.
The glow of the colored lights hit the walls and ceiling and shone across the room.
I actually shivered. As though it were cold outside and in Shane’s place.
My mind always trying to connect the dots that Christmas was supposed to be cold and snowy.
“I can’t believe there’s a fucking Christmas tree in my house,” Shane said.
“You must really like me then,” I said.
“I like parts of you, beauty,” he said.
I looked at him. “Which parts?”
Shane grinned. “I see where this is going.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. The tree is up. Now you want me to fuck you in front of it.”
I bit my bottom lip and shrugged my shoulders.
“Is that such a bad thing?”
I arched my back and felt Shane’s tongue climb up my stomach. His mouth moved over my left breast and he engulfed me with force.
I groaned with relief and dug my fingers into his hair.
His right hand touched between my legs.
I jumped.
I was tender and achy.
Two fingers plunged into my core and an explosion of pleasure hit me hard.
Shane pulled his mouth from one breast and went to the other.
I looked down at him and groaned again.
His fingers curled and pulled back from inside me before plunging forward again.
He repeated the motion over and over.
My hips started to thrust at his touch.
I was ready to come in seconds…
I turned my head and looked at the Christmas tree.
I blushed.
This was so hot… and so worth the hassle to get Shane to cave to do what I wanted…
“I’m going to come,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said, his breath tickling my nipple.
With just a few seconds left to hold on, Shane took his fingers from my body and touched my inner thigh.
I felt my core throbbing, begging for him.
As I opened my mouth to actually beg for him to finish me, he quickly slid down my body.
His mouth latched tight to my quivering clit and I shut my eyes and braced myself.
In my mind I screamed one thing.
Merry Christmas, Lita!
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing.
I came, screamed that in my mind and wanted to laugh all at once.
I put my back on the floor and turned my head to look at the tree.
When I tried to groan, I ended up laughing and groaning at the same time.
Shane kissed up to my stomach and stopped.
He lifted his head. “What’s so funny, beauty?”
“Nothing.”
He put his hand flat to the floor and pushed up. “I’m dipping my tongue between your legs and you laugh as you come…”
“So? It’s a reflex.”
Shane shook his head. “I’ve made you come how many times and you’ve never laughed.”
“Whatever, Shane,” I said. I slammed my legs shut. “I’m done with you.”
Shane brought his right leg up and nudged my legs back open. “But I’m not done with you.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Oh?”
“I’ll wait all night, Lita.”
“For fucks sake, Shane, I’m laughing because as I started to come I screamed Merry Christmas, Lita in my mind.”
Shane grinned. “Yeah, that’s pretty funny.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Now I feel stupid.”
Shane slithered up my body and pressed his cock to my slit.
“So, would this be your Christmas log?” he whispered as he hovered over me.
I grabbed his face and started to laugh.
Then he started to laugh.
But when he thrust forward and entered me, the laughs instantly stopped.
I finally got him to fuck me in front of a Christmas tree.
I had no idea where he got all the pillows and blankets from, but it was like a damn fort surrounding us. It was so warm and cozy… and the central air kicked on when it got too hot. Which still made Christmas feel weird.
But that didn’t matter.
I was naked under a pile of blankets with a rock star.
Shane’s left hand danced up and down my shoulder and arm.
I stared at the glowing lights and took a deep breath.
Everything felt good.
It all felt… good.
I shut my eyes.
Shane moved closer and he kissed the back of my neck.
I groaned.
“I know, beauty,” he whispered. “You want me to fuck you again. But you need some sleep first. No skipping the studio tomorrow.”
I shook my head.
Shane was so full of himself, but I liked it.
I liked him.
I liked all of this that was happening.
As I dozed off, he kissed the back of my shoulder and exhaled a long breath.
“You deserve better than that stupid prick,” he whispered. “Let him go, Lita. Let it all go. Don’t be afraid to sing. And if you are, because of him, then I’ll kick his ass for you.”
I smiled.
Shane was almost becoming the kind of guy I could fall in love with.
19
SHANE
“This guy has a glow going on,” Sab said, pointing a drumstick at me.
“A glow?” I asked. “Shit, am I pregnant?”
“I don’t know,” Jay said. “What has Lita been sticking inside you?”
I looked at Jay. “You don’t want to know.”
“I knew he was walking funny today,” Reed said. “She’s dominant, huh?”
“I’m fucking around with you guys,” I said.
“No, you’re not,” Sab said. “He’s heavy on that one. You can’t fall in love with a backup singer.”
“Love?” I asked. “That’s a heavy word.”
“My dick is heavy too,” Dex said. “But I’m not afraid of it.”
“The only time your dick was heavy was when it was swollen,” Nash said. “From that weekend in Tijuana.”
“Goddamn,” Jay said. “I remember that weekend.”
Sab hit the side of one of his drums. “We made a pact to never talk about that weekend.”
“What happened that weekend?” I asked.
Nash looked at me with a serious face. “You do not want to know.”
“Can I hear the song again?” Dex asked. “I think it’s coming together.”
“Hey, Shane,” Reed said in a loud whisper. “She’s leaving the vocal booth. I’m going to stare at her ass as she walks by.”
“She’s with Abby,” I said.
“Exactly,” Reed said. “It’ll look like I’m staring at Abby, but I want to see what’s got you glowing.”
Lita and Abby walked by us, holding hands.
The entire band did nothing to hide the fact that they were staring at Lita.
After a few seconds, Abby looked back and pointed to Reed. “You can jerk off tonight.”
“What?” Reed asked.
“All the mics are on, idiot,” Abby said. “And you know what? Lita has a great ass.”
Abby took a handful of Lita’s ass, making her jump and yell.
I stepped forward and Jay backhanded my chest.
He smiled. “Not interested?”
“Shut up,” I said. “I’m going to go with both of them. Fuck them both at the same time.” I looked at Reed. “Show Abby what a real man can do.”
“I will shove this bass so far up your ass, when you burp, it’ll sound like a jazz bass line playing,” Reed said.
“That was lame,” Sab said. “Let’s play.”
Sab hit his sticks together four times and we began to play the new song.
Jay played the intro riff.
I looked to my left to make sure Abby moved her hand off Lita’s ass.
I felt like I was living in a different world.
One where a woman grabbing another woman’s ass made me jealous.
And the only reason I was goddamn glowing was because of the Christmas lights on the tree. I must have somehow absorbed the glow…
Because I sure as fuck wasn’t actually falling for Lita.
The band gave me shit again for not joining them at the strip club.
They took a limo and left the studio while I got into my car and waited for Lita to join me.
I lit a cigarette and when she got into the car, she looked at me and I flicked the cigarette out the window then started to drive.
I took her out to a dive bar with a great vibe and a small stage.
The whiskey started to flow and I kept looking at the stage, smiling at her.
Each time I did that, she flipped me off.
We nestled together at the corner of the bar like the rest of the world didn’t mean shit.
The bartender was an old friend named Bonk.
He was a drummer and we had played more than a few gigs together. One night after a gig he got hammered and rolled his car. With his left hand hanging out the window. It fucked up his wrist enough that he couldn’t play drums anymore.
That didn’t bother Bonk.
He jumped behind a bar and that was his new life.
I admired that about him.
That, and he poured doubles and charged me for every third drink.
Just after midnight, some guy got up on stage to sing.
It was bad. Really bad.
I nodded to Lita. “He’s setting the stage for you, beauty.”
“I am not singing up there,” she said.
“Yes, you are. You need to.”
“The only thing I need to do is keep drinking so when I go home with you, I won’t regret it,” she said.
“That’s the best sex to have,” I said. “When you’re drunk and I’m horny.”
“Shane…” She shook her head. “What are we doing here together?”
“Having a few drinks after a long day.”
“No. This. Us.”
I leaned closer to Lita. “You’re drunk and want to talk about relationships?”
“You like me,” she said. “I’m thinking I like you right back. We’re both coming from fucked up relationships. What is this…?”
“Are you over Blaze yet?” I threw out.
“Who said I wasn’t?” Lita asked.
“You tell me.”
“I told you everything about him. Just like you told me everything about Stacy. Are you going to get rid of the engagement ring?”
“Sure,” I said. “Watch.”
I stood up and whistled for Bonk.
He came right over.
“More to drink, my friend?” Bonk ask
ed.
“Nah,” I said. “I got something for you.”
“Shane, what are you doing?” Lita asked.
I brought the engagement ring with me. For good reason. One way or another, I was planning on tossing the thing. A final goodbye to all that past shit.
I gave Bonk the ring.
“Oh, damn,” he said. “Shane. I would love to marry you… but you have to grow some double d tits and a tight pussy for that to happen.”
“But I have a pretty face, right?” I asked.
Bonk laughed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Lita asked, standing up.
“Bonk, take that to your buddy,” I said. “Charlie. It’s legit. It’s mine. I was going to give it to someone but it didn’t work out.”
Bonk looked at Lita. “You said no?”
“He didn’t ask me to marry him,” Lita said.
“Oh,” Bonk said. “This is weird.”
“Very,” I said. “Take the fucking ring. I never want to see it again.”
Bonk backed away and tucked the ring into his pocket.
“There,” I said, turning to face Lita. “No more of the past. She’s happy. I’m happy for her. She and I were never meant to be together anyway. It was a fantasy. Now it’s done. I can thank you for that, Lita. I thought I was helping you, but you helped me.”
Lita stared at me.
I waited for her to say something back, but she never did.
Instead, she walked away from the bar.
For a second, I thought she was bolting on me for good.
But, nope, she was just walking toward the stage.
When Lita finished singing, the place was silent.
Everyone staring at her.
Which I knew was going to happen.
I slammed my hands together first and screamed her name.
Then the rest of the bar clapped for her.
She walked off stage, covering her face.
I purposely kept clapping as hard as I could and whistling as loud as I could.
Even when she stood inches away from me, I kept going.
“Are you going to stop?” she asked.
“Make me,” I said.
It was a cheap way to get her to kiss me.
But it worked.
She jumped up and I grabbed her waist.
We started to kiss and had more than a few eyes on us.
When she broke the kiss, she pushed at my chest. “There. Happy?”
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