A FILTHY Friend (Filthy Line Book 5)

by Jaxson Kidman

  Then he would tell me to pack a bag because we were running away to Los Angeles together.

  And it was perfect.

  We were perfect.

  It was all just a dream.

  Just a wild and lonely dream.

  I came back to reality but kept my eyes shut.

  Opening my eyes meant accepting it was another day.

  And it almost meant facing the wine hangover that Mia brought me the night before.

  I rolled to my right and buried my face into the corner of the couch.

  I was never going to move from this spot. Ever. No matter what.

  “Morning, babe.”

  Those two words were more of a jolt than a giant-sized cup of coffee.

  I popped up and turned my head.

  Sab was sitting across from me.

  I touched my hair.

  My hands started to shake.

  Sab leaned forward and gently moved my couch head hair behind my ears.

  “You’re still beautiful,” he said.

  “I’m hungover from wine,” I said. “And my neck hurts from sleeping on the couch.”

  “Again… still beautiful.”

  “Okay, now that you’re awake, I’m going to get going!” Mia’s voice called out from the kitchen.

  When she appeared, her eyes were big and her cheeks were red.

  “Did you do this?” I asked her.

  “Uh, no,” she said. “If I knew a hot rock star was coming over this morning, I would have been well prepared.”

  “How?” I asked.

  “I would have gotten up at five to shower, put on makeup, wear something low cut, and I would have worn my good bra.”

  “What the hell is a good bra?” Sab asked.

  Mia’s face turned redder. “It pushes them back up to where they belong. Before the baby.”

  “You look good the way you are,” Sab said.

  Mia fanned herself. “Okay, I have to leave. If not, I’m going to jump his bones and spend the rest of my life telling myself it was worth it.”

  Mia made a whimpering sound and hurried for the door.

  Sab and I looked at each other.

  “She didn’t call me, babe,” Sab said.

  “You just showed up on your own?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “What took you so long?”

  “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me again,” he said. “Then I realized I couldn’t let another second go by without you. I can’t let days turn into weeks and weeks into months…”

  “And months into years,” I said and rolled my eyes. “It’s not going to work, Sab. That cheap stuff.”

  “Then let me try something different,” he said. He took my hands. “Bree… I’m sorry for invading your privacy. I’m sorry for making a decision for you instead of talking to you about it. When I came to Mia’s house and saw you drunk and sad, I hated myself. All the money. All the fame. The big stages and bigger crowds. The radio play. The autographs. The ability to be above the law. It wasn’t worth it. To see you like that killed me a little. I was supposed to protect you, Bree.”

  “No,” I said. “I don’t want that anymore. I’m done with protecting.”

  “Then what am I doing here?”

  “You tell me. You flew here, right?”

  “I did. I was back home, alone, and hating everything. I felt myself ready to snap.”

  “And what does snapping look like, Sab?”

  “What do you think it looks like?”

  “Other women?”

  “I’ve been trying to chase you away my entire life, babe,” he said. “And it cannot be done. So it’s all or nothing. Well… it’s all. I already tried the nothing and it doesn’t work.”

  “And what am I supposed to do?” I asked. “Just throw away my life? Give up my apartment? My job? Chase you around the world?”

  “Not even close,” Sab said. “I’ll move here.”

  “What?”

  “I’ll move here, Bree. To be with you. I’ll buy a house for you. Or I’ll rent an apartment for now. Whatever you want.”

  “Sab…”

  “I can be here with you all the time,” he said. “I’ll just fly to LA when the band needs me and then fly back. A work commute. Fuck it.”

  “You’re not serious.”

  Sab reached into his pocket and took out a key. “I am serious.”

  “What is that?”

  “I rented an apartment in the building,” he said.

  “What? You just said you’d buy a house…”

  “I know,” he said. “Oops.”

  “This is crazy. I’m still dreaming.”

  I stood up.

  Sab looked up at me. “I love you, Bree. I don’t want another day without you. If you find a way to forgive me for what I did, I’d appreciate it.”

  “You know, I could milk this forgiving you thing for a long time,” I said.

  “I know. It’s worth it.”

  Sab stood up and towered over me.

  “You can’t live here, Sab,” I said.

  “I’m not living here. I have my own apartment.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Bree. I spent so many nights years ago watching you. Waiting for you to come to me. So I could hold you and keep you warm and safe. And every single fucking night I did that, I bit my tongue, not wanting to ruin our friendship by telling you I loved you. I’m not doing that again. I love you. I. Love. You.”

  I reached up and touched his face. “You flew in a private jet to rent some shitty apartment just to tell me you love me?”

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “I love you, Sebastian,” I said.

  “What about Sab?” he whispered.

  I smiled. “I love Sebastian. He’s looking at me right now. As far as Sab goes? He’s the one who handles the bedroom stuff.”

  “Good,” Sab said. He made a quick move and grabbed the back of my legs and picked me up. “Because Sab has something to say to you.”

  “No,” I said. “Sab doesn’t talk.”

  “Right,” Sab said. “But he does use his tongue…”

  Warmth flooded my body.

  Sab carried me toward my bedroom.

  I stared into his eyes.

  None of this seemed possible.

  But when he kissed me, I knew for sure it was real.

  23

  SAB

  I stepped off the practice stage and looked back at Nash, face down in a notebook. Jay sat on an amp, still plucking at a riff. Reed took his bass off and was on his phone. And Dex was chilling on a leather couch with an acoustic guitar, strumming away.

  I let out a quick whistle and gave a peace sign.

  They all waved and I exited the practice area without a word.

  Waiting for me was a motorcycle.

  I put on my bucket helmet and fired up the engine.

  It roared and I took off out of the parking lot.

  I picked up speed on the main roads and avoided the highway at all costs.

  Nothing like LA to turn a ten-minute cruise into a three-hour fest of ready to fight someone all because of traffic.

  When I pulled into the parking lot and looked at the storefront, I shook my head.

  BREE & MI

  The letters were big and glowed at night.

  I opened the door to the store and entered carefully.

  There was a clean and inviting smell to the store.

  Bree had a hell of a knack for this gig of hers.

  I saw a woman staring at a basket, biting the middle finger of her left hand.

  I approached her and cleared my throat.

  When she looked at me, she gasped.

  “You’re…”

  “I’m not exactly sure what the hell that entire thing is,” I said with a smile, “but you should buy it. This place is amazing, isn’t it?”

  “I’m…”

  “Come on,” I said. “Walk with me to the register.”

 
The woman picked up the basket and carried it to the register.

  That’s where Bree was waiting.

  When she looked at me, she seemed a little bit annoyed. But when it came to the customer, she was on point.

  I loved watching her work.

  Watching her design the store. Watching her design the baskets and other gifts and all that good stuff. I may have hooked her up more than a few times with business, but what kind of guy would I be if I didn’t? I even offered to buy the place and build it out for her but she refused. She was too strong and stubborn.

  I wasn’t sure what the actual deal was, but it was something between her, Mia, and Mia’s mother. This was their new location and that meant Bree got to live in LA full time. That also meant she got to live with me. I told her I was going to charge her rent, just so we didn’t cross the lines between business and pleasure. The only thing… I didn’t want the money. Her rent was paid in other ways.

  Think about it.

  “Thank you for coming in,” Bree said. “Please forgive the unexpected guest here.”

  “I’m a huge fan,” the woman said. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Do you have a phone?” I asked the woman.

  She nodded.

  I wiggled my fingers and she gave me her phone.

  I took a selfie with her right in the store and then signed a blank piece of paper for her.

  She thanked Bree and said her mother’s birthday was coming up, which led to Bree giving her a catalog and making it a point to make sure they talked again soon to get something together for the birthday party.

  When the woman left, I smiled at Bree.

  “Don’t smile,” she said. “I don’t need your help.”

  “I know that,” I said. “But it’s nice to help.”

  “Just shut up and lean over this counter and kiss me.”

  “I’ll do one better…”

  I walked around the counter to kiss her.

  And when I kissed her, I picked her up and sat her on the counter.

  My right hand moved faster, touching the inner thigh of her jeans and moving forward…

  “Nope,” Bree said as she grabbed my wrist.

  I growled. “You know how bad I want to fuck you in this store, right?”

  “Yup.”

  “And you’re going to dangle that over my head, aren’t you?”

  Bree gently slapped my face. “I have no choice, Sab. You’re used to getting everything you want in life. It’s good to have something to work toward.”

  I took a deep breath and shook my head. “How the fuck can I love someone so much?”

  “I ask myself the same question every day of my life.”

  “You know how fucking beautiful you look in this store? How happy you are?”

  “I know,” she said. “You make me happy too, Sab.”

  “I hope so,” I said. “This is still like a wild dream.”

  “You want a wild dream? Go lock the front door. I guess I could take a fifteen-minute lunch break…”

  I dipped my tongue between her legs and groaned.

  I was the one getting the lunch break it seemed…

  We were hidden behind the register with a blanket on the floor.

  Bree made sure to turn the security camera off over the register so we didn’t put on a show.

  I had her pants and panties off in a second.

  And now she sat on the floor with her legs spread and her back arched, taking deep breaths as my tongue took deep strokes into her tight slit.

  The tip of my tongue curled up and flirted with her clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “We don’t have time for this… Sab… you have to get in me.”

  “Not yet,” I said, taking a break from kissing my second favorite pair of lips.

  Then I went back to kissing her.

  Stroking her clit with my tongue.

  Watching her put her hands to the blanket and lift her hips up off the floor.

  I reached between my legs and unzipped my jeans and wrestled my thickening cock free. I stroked myself once to bring myself to full hardness.

  I slowly kissed up Bree’s soft mound to her lower belly and stopped.

  I hated that she had her shirt on but I knew we couldn’t get naked and wild.

  This was just a quick lunch break.

  As I moved toward her, she grabbed my jaw.

  “No marathon session,” she warned. “Get in and get out.”

  “I love when you talk dirty,” I whispered.

  “Yeah? Just hurry up.”

  “Tell me what to do and it’ll help.”

  Bree rolled her eyes. “Slam your beautiful cock deep into my tight pussy…”

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  I slipped my right hand to the middle of her back and lowered her down to the floor.

  The second the tip of my cock touched between her legs, I felt my balls tighten, jumping with delight.

  I sank into her as requested and Bree shut her eyes and covered her mouth.

  I fucked her behind the counter on the floor, feeling her hips dancing as she came, begging me to do the same. Now I wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to go so fast, but Bree requested it…

  As I came, I hissed.

  I heard a knocking noise at the front door and Bree looked at me.

  “Fuck,” she said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Get out of me,” she said. “Get out of here.”

  “What’s wrong? Is there another guy here or something?”

  My body kept moving, thrusting, my cock pumping itself into her still.

  She groaned and shook her head. “Sab… please… oh, fuck…”

  “That’s right, babe,” I whispered. “I’m almost done…”

  The knocking continued.

  “You’re done now,” Bree said in a breathless voice. “I have a meeting…”

  I thrust forward one last time and then eased my way out of her.

  She let out a whimpering sound and hurried to reach for her panties.

  I quickly swiped them up with my pointer finger.

  “I’m going to take these with me,” I said.

  “I don’t care,” she said. “I need to get my pants on.”

  “Who’s here?”

  “It’s the lawyer,” Bree said. “I have to meet with her to finalize some of the paperwork for the new business and stuff. It’s all the important financial shit so I can actually make money.”

  “I’ll go greet her,” I said as I was on my knees with my throbbing cock hanging out of my jeans.

  “Put that monster away,” Bree said. “And crawl out the back.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  Bree put her pants on and stood up. “I’m dead serious.” She kicked at me. “I’m done with you for now. Go away.”

  I looked up and watched as Bree waved and started to move from around the counter.

  “I love you, Sab,” she said.

  I smiled. “Love you too, babe.”

  I looked down at my cock and slowly tucked it away.

  Then I crawled to the back of the store and snuck out the back.

  I never loved someone enough to ever do that.

  And… fuck…

  Maybe Bree was the rock star in all of this.

  The song for Mitchy was another number one hit for FILTHY LINE.

  We stood at an old table with five shot glasses waiting to be filled.

  Jay brought a bottle of whiskey and poured the shots sloppily.

  There was more whiskey on the table than in them.

  I lifted my shot glass. “To FILTHY LINE.”

  “To the beautiful women behind us,” Nash said.

  I thought about it… how Nash went from pretending to be a pirate to falling in love. How Dex faked an engagement with Candice and it worked out. How Reed met back up with Abby and how she had kicked his ass so many times since then. How Jay managed to find someone to marry him and love him. How I man
aged to finally tell Bree how I felt about her.”

  “What a ride,” I whispered.

  “What a ride,” Jay said.

  “Think we can get them all drunk enough to strip for us?” Reed asked.

  “You go ask them that and see what happens,” Dex said.

  “We’ll need a new bassist then,” Nash said.

  “How the fuck did this happen?” Jay asked. “Five women tamed us…”

  “They didn’t tame us,” I said. “We just found what we were looking for all along.”

  “Now that’s some sappy bullshit right there,” Dex said.

  “Let’s drink whiskey and break something,” Nash said.

  We threw the shots back and then we all turned and threw the glasses at the back wall.

  We cheered and hugged.

  Then I broke away so I could hug Bree.

  I approached her and she put her arms around me.

  Nash picked up Liv and kissed her.

  Dex touched Candice’s face and smiled at her.

  Reed grabbed Abby’s side and she slapped him across the face… then kissed him.

  And Jay went right for Wren’s ass, which made her cheeks turn bright red.

  “Hey,” I called out. “Now I know Jay and Wren are technically married. And I know Nash and Liv are technically engaged. But… we should have the biggest and wildest rock star wedding of all time. Five weddings. One day.”

  “That’s assuming I would marry you,” Bree said to me.

  Everyone let out an ooohhh sound.

  Bree moved to her toes and kissed my cheek and walked to the door.

  I chased after her.

  Outside, it was dark.

  She stood in the parking lot, looking up at the stars.

  “Did I make another decision for you, babe?” I asked.

  “No,” she said. “You just didn’t ask the right way.”

  “So you’re really into all that shit of getting on one knee and offering a ring?”

  Bree turned around. “Yeah. I am. So step it up, Sab.”

  I reached into my pocket and dropped down to one knee.

  I had been carrying the diamond ring in my pocket for a week now.

  Waiting for the right moment to shock the hell out of her.

  I wasn’t kidding about the rock star wedding… and I wasn’t kidding about what I was about to do next.

  With the diamond ring between my thumb and pointer fingers, I asked Bree if she wanted to try the whole forever thing with me…