A FILTHY Rock Star: a filthy line novel

by Kidman, Jaxson

  He walked across the parking lot with purpose.

  Behind him the police officers got out of their cruisers, guns drawn, screaming for him to get the fuck down and show his fucking hands.

  But he wasn’t listening.

  It was Nash.

  Nash didn’t listen.

  Ever.

  He walked right up to me and slipped his hands to my face and kissed me.

  My heart fluttered, stopped and fluttered again.

  I grabbed his shirt and jumped to my toes to kiss him some more.

  The police were still yelling at him as he kept kissing me.

  I finally broke the kiss and stepped back.

  My entire body was shaking.

  “Fuck off,” Nash said.

  “Excuse me?” I asked.

  “I wrote FUCK OFF on the contract, babe,” he said. “I would never do that to you. I would rather play bars for a couple bucks than lose you.”

  “Nash…”

  Two cops came running toward us.

  “I signed the contract with the band though,” he said. “We all agreed to it. But I’m not done with you. And if that ruins the band, then fuck it. You’re worth it, Liv.”

  I screamed when the cops grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground.

  “Holy shit, is this Nash from Filthy Line?” one of the cops asked.

  “You a fan?” Nash asked, face down on the pavement.

  I covered my mouth, not sure what to do.

  “Get his ass up,” the other cop said.

  “I don’t have any weapons on me,” Nash said. “Just needed to say something to someone.”

  “You hit three parked cars, blew through every red light possible, and ended up going the wrong way on a one-way street, asshole,” the second cop yelled.

  Nash looked at me and grinned. “Worth it, babe.”

  “Come on, rock star,” the second cop said.

  “Wait,” I yelled. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “Yes, we do,” the first cop said. “Even if it is Nash.”

  He cuffed Nash’s hands behind his back.

  “I’ll call Toby,” I said to Nash.

  “He knows what I did,” Nash said. “He’ll be here soon. Or the jail. I’ll worry about that later. I love you, Liv. I fucking love you. You leave and I’m going with you.”

  “I love you too,” I yelled to him as a smile crept across my face.

  The cops walked him away.

  His hands in cuffs.

  I then ran forward and grabbed Nash and turned him around.

  “Step away, ma’am,” the second cop said in a deep voice.

  I grabbed Nash by the face and jumped up to kiss him again.

  I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry… or punch him in the face.

  No moment for us could ever be normal, could it?

  And this was going to be the rest of our lives together…

  “Hey, babe,” Nash whispered.

  “What?”

  He grinned and winked. “I’m going to need you to somehow spin this story into something good.”

  19

  NASH

  “You know, I could get spoiled here, Nash.”

  A fancy hotel in the heart of the city and Liv stood on the balcony wearing a hoodie. The coffee in her hand cost more than the damn hoodie. But that’s how she was. And goddamn did it drive me crazy.

  I walked to the open door and put my hands above my head and stretched.

  “You know, we’re on the other side of the country, Nash,” she said.

  “And your point, babe?” I asked.

  “These hotels and buildings are very close. You’re giving everyone a show.”

  I looked down at my dick and shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing for me to hide.”

  “That’s what you want? Naked pictures of yourself to pop up on social media?”

  I folded my arms and spread my legs a little. Just so if anyone dared to snap a pic, they’d see the definition of all three of my legs.

  “And what would you write about it?” I asked.

  “I don’t do that anymore. Remember? I’m not affiliated with the band.”

  “Ah, that’s right,” I said. “You get yourself an agent and you walk away from the music business. Too bad.”

  “I’m not complaining,” Liv said as she wiggled her eyebrows at my dick.

  “Why don’t you put that coffee down and come try something a little stronger than caffeine?”

  “Please, Nash, don’t turn into that guy.”

  “What guy?” I asked.

  “The one who claims that swallowing cum is healthy. Or gives you good skin. Or is better than coffee.”

  “Only one way to find out, babe. I’m all for experimenting.”

  “Rock star to scientist, huh?”

  “Hey, it’s for the good of mankind.”

  Liv laughed. “Wow. That’s almost desperate.”

  “Almost?”

  Liv put the coffee down and stood up. “Almost…”

  She grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and took it off as she walked into the hotel room.

  There was nothing under the hoodie.

  Except a pair of panties.

  I gritted my teeth and shook my head.

  Before her hand could grab me, I dropped to one knee before her.

  I took her hand and said, “We need to talk.”

  “Nash…”

  “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, Liv. I’ll fly a million miles a week to see you. To be with you. We can chase each other across the world. You know that, right?”

  She slowly nodded. “I know. I’m only here for a week.”

  “And we’re playing a few small gigs to announce our new contract. Which is fine.”

  “Okay…”

  “I’m going to pay out the ass for taking that SUV.”

  “I thought you said you got out of it.”

  “For the most part,” I said. “I mean, your story was perfect. A bee had gotten in the SUV. And I’m allergic to bees. Where does that come from?”

  “I guess I’m just good at my job, Nash. Maybe you should have paid me. I would have stuck around with the band.”

  “Nah, babe, you’re all for me. Which is why… I’m on one knee. I wanted to just say…”

  I took her left hand and grinned. Then I curled my lip and tossed her hand away. I grabbed her panties.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  I tore her panties like a bag of chips.

  Left side.

  Then the right side.

  “You’re not wearing these anymore,” I said.

  “I can see that. They’re ripped.”

  “No, babe, you’re not wearing panties ever again. New rule.”

  “New rule?”

  I moved forward and kissed her soft and forbidden skin.

  She let out a gasp. “Okay… fine… new rule…”

  I flicked my tongue between her legs, tasting my own morning dew.

  “Shit, Nash…”

  She grabbed my hair.

  I slipped my hands up the back of her legs and slowly turned her and pushed her toward the bed. Without hesitation she put her feet on the bed and opened her legs, giving me the rest of my breakfast.

  As I dipped my tongue down to her sweetness, she pulled at my hair again.

  “Goddamn you, Nash,” she cried out.

  “I know, babe,” I said, talking to her other lips. “I’m the worst.”

  I teased her clit into submission, feeling her nails digging at my head as she came faster than I ever saw her do before.

  I kissed up her perfect body, telling myself that the only thing that mattered in my life was kissing every inch of Liv’s body. And when I was done, I’d go back and do it again. And again. And again.

  She reached between my legs and pulled my full thickness to her.

  With one hard thrust, I was inside her.

  I put my lips to her ear. “Good fucking morning,
babe.”

  “Shut up, Nash. Just shut up and fuck me.”

  There was no need to complain about that demand.

  “OhmygodIfuckingloveyou!” the voice squealed in my ear.

  I stood next to the sound equipment, drinking whiskey like it was water. The crowd was still cheering, chanting for Filthy Line.

  The smaller shows were sometimes my favorites.

  The rest of the guys walked off stage and went to the back of the club.

  I stood there with a woman in a skimpy tank top, tits jumping at me like two kangaroos in a race.

  No shame in staring, right?

  “I swear I love you,” she yelled.

  “What’s your name, babe?” I asked.

  “Steph,” she said.

  “How’d you get back here?”

  “I have my ways,” she said.

  “Right,” I said. “You enjoy the show?”

  “I enjoy everything about you,” she said.

  I saw from the corner of my eye Liv coming toward us.

  This should be fun…

  Liv stood next to me and I could feel the raging bitch pouring from her.

  “Who’s this?” Liv asked.

  “My friend Steph,” I said. “I think she wants an autograph.”

  “Please,” Steph said.

  “What am I signing?” I asked.

  “These?” she asked and pointed to her tits.

  I looked at Liv and grinned. “It’s all for the fans, right?”

  “Steph, did you come with anyone?” Liv asked.

  “Me? Uh, yeah. My boyfriend. He works security. He snuck me back here.”

  “Where is he?” Liv asked.

  “Right there,” Steph said.

  I stuck my fingers into my mouth and whistled at the tall, bald chunk of muscle.

  He gave a wave and walked over.

  “I hope this is cool, man,” he said. “She loves you guys.”

  “No worries,” I said. “She wants me to sign her tits.”

  “I know,” he said.

  “You’re okay with that?” Liv asked.

  “It’s cool,” he said.

  “See?” I asked Liv. “It’s cool.”

  “Fine,” Liv said. She pointed to Steph’s boyfriend. “Drop them.”

  “What?” he asked.

  “Your pants. Let’s go. Drop them.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Steph asked.

  “What? You show your tits to my boyfriend… I get to see your boyfriend’s dick. You nervous? Hiding something? Steroids?”

  I stood there, nodding.

  Liv was nothing but a bad ass. And she knew how to survive on the road and with shows like nobody else could.

  Steph and her boyfriend stood in complete shock.

  Liv then handed me a marker.

  I gently reached for Steph’s hand and took the piece of paper out of her hand that was her printed ticket.

  I signed it and drew a set of big tits and made a circle around them with a line through it.

  “There you go, babe,” I said.

  I turned and put my arm around Liv.

  We walked and she looked back. “Stupid bitch.”

  “Ah, don’t be jealous,” I said.

  “I’m not jealous. She’s just stupid.”

  “Jealous.”

  I leaned down and kissed Liv.

  She pushed me away. “I kind of wish that guy had shown me his dick.”

  I froze in place. “Yeah?”

  Liv reached up and slapped my face. “Look who’s jealous now.”

  I took her hand and we went to the back of the club and met up with the rest of the band.

  “Where to now?” Jay asked. “I’m feeling… stripperish.”

  “We can shut some places down,” Dex said. “Leave our mark.”

  “Trash the hotel?” Sab asked.

  “Order some really high end escorts,” Reed said. “On Toby’s credit card.”

  “All great things to do,” I said.

  “What’s your choice, bro?” Jay asked me with a grin.

  “I have a private stripper,” I said.

  Liv elbowed me.

  “It’s not a lie,” I said. “And I can shut down the hotel bar… and trash my hotel room… and go buy Liv some slutty lingerie on Toby’s credit card. So I guess I get everything.”

  “Fucking prick,” Dex said.

  “That he is,” Liv said.

  “And you deal with it?” Reed asked.

  “Good dick,” she said.

  “There’s five members of this band,” Sab said. “I mean… we put our careers on the line for you, Olivia. At the very least…”

  “We’re going to need a new drummer,” I said.

  “He wouldn’t do anything anyway,” Jay said. “Sab is saving himself for someone special.”

  We all laughed.

  “Fuck you guys,” Sab said.

  “Come on, babe, let’s get out of here,” I said.

  I broke away from Liv to go hug the guys. There was just something… my brothers. Some things I just couldn’t put to words but they knew it. They felt it. We spent a week in the studio putting together a handful of songs that were already streaming and breaking records. SLECK had a hell of a team to push the band even more. Talks of a massive tour were in the works along with a new album, an acoustic album, and a live album.

  When I got to Sab, I playfully slapped his face. “My advice, go doggy style tonight. So you could balance your phone on her back. So you could still text…”

  “I hope Liv cuts your dick off,” Sab said.

  “You’d need a chainsaw for that, bro. For how hard she makes me…”

  Sab laughed. “You’re fucking sick.”

  “That I am,” I said. “That I fucking am.”

  I walked back to Liv and she grabbed for my shirt.

  We snuck out the back of the club and got into a waiting car.

  I made damn sure to bring Bill with us.

  He was enjoying the lifestyle too.

  As we drove away, fans yelled and screamed at the car even though they couldn’t be sure who was inside.

  Ten million fans meant nothing compared to ten seconds staring at Liv.

  Bill looked at me in the mirror and nodded.

  I nodded back.

  I leaned toward Liv. “Detour, babe.”

  “Detour? What does that mean?”

  I interlocked my fingers to hers and said nothing else.

  Bill pulled up to the little I along the dark and quiet street.

  I got out of the car and hurried to the other side and opened Liv’s door.

  “What is this?” she asked.

  “Getting a cup of coffee,” I said.

  “Coffee?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  She took my hand and I walked to the door.

  “This place is closed,” she said.

  I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.

  She gasped. “How…”

  I pointed to the table in the corner.

  There was a little cup of coffee sitting there.

  “Nash…”

  “This was where you waited, babe,” I said. “The day you signed your deal. Right? I remember you telling me the name.” I got closer to her ear. “And then you sent me that filthy picture from the bathroom… your tits looked so good reflecting in the mirror.”

  “That’s the only reason you remember this place,” she said.

  I laughed and walked her to the table.

  She sat down. “How?”

  “When you’re rich and famous, babe, you get anything you want,” I said.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yeah.”

  I was still wearing the same clothes from the show. They were sweaty. I smelled like whiskey, sweat, and loud music. But that was okay. I leaned back and reached into my pocket. I felt the diamond on the ring and felt something else…

  Nervous.

  I was ner
vous.

  She made me nervous.

  I reached across the table and slid the coffee out of the way. I opened my hand and put the ring on the table.

  “That’s for you, Liv,” I said.

  She looked at the ring then at me.

  Eyes wide.

  “That’s what you think,” I said. “That’s a little taste of forever. Something I never thought I’d give a shit to taste. But here I am.”

  “Wait a second,” Liv said. “You’ll get on one knee to rip my panties off, but you can’t get on one knee to ask me to marry you?”

  I lifted my eyebrow. “What were you expecting? Prince fucking charming, babe? I’m a filthy rock star. Take it or leave it.”

  Liv looked at the ring again. She carefully slid it onto her ring finger. She held her hand out and stared at it.

  She nodded. “This’ll do.”

  “Yeah?”

  She looked at me. “Yeah.”

  Her eyes glistened over and I jumped up out of my chair.

  She did the same.

  Liv jumped into my arms and I spun her around, holding her tight.

  I put her on her feet and kissed her.

  “This’ll do, huh?” I whispered.

  Liv grinned. “Said the writer to the filthy rock star.”

  Epilogue

  DEX

  Back home, right where we belonged.

  Flying through miles and time, showing a little playful fun high up in the sky, in the bathroom with a flight attendant who could have been a goddamn model if she wanted to be. And all I asked her to do was to show me how the lock on the door worked. Everything else after that… well… I preferred to keep silent about my dealings with the mile high club. Even though I’d probably gotten laid more times at thirty thousand feet than most did three feet off the floor in their bed.

  I got home and didn’t feel like hanging around.

  So I jumped on my motorcycle and took off.

  I rode my bitch up through twisting roads and pulled over for a minute to take a piss and listen to the ocean beat up on the shore.

  My scene wasn’t any of that romantic bullshit though.

  The beach was good for two things.

  Drinking.

  And fucking.

  The fucking part was tricky though.

  Sand was a bitch to get out of certain delicate areas.

  And going down on a woman at the beach… forget about it. It was a sandwich for sure.

  I cruised back into the city and went to my favorite bar.