A FILTHY Enemy: a filthy line novel

by Kidman, Jaxson

  I gritted my teeth. “I hate you, Reed.”

  “No, you don’t,” he said.

  He reached into his back pocket and took out a set of keys.

  He smiled.

  “What is that?”

  “The keys to the motorcycle.”

  “What?”

  “Let’s get out of here, honey.”

  “Wait… what keys did you give me then?” I asked.

  “Oh, those?” Reed asked. “Those were just some old keys to an old storage unit.”

  Reed walked to his motorcycle and grabbed his helmet and stuck his hand out for me to take the helmet.

  I just stared at him.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I can’t believe that I actually love you,” I said.

  “Neither can I, Abby,” he said.

  I took the helmet and put it on.

  I climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and we took off together.

  Down the quiet, long road.

  My arms around his body.

  Him in control of our direction.

  My heart racing - and not because I still didn’t like motorcycles.

  All I could do was smile and think one thing…

  Fucking Reed.

  21

  REED

  I walked from the elevators to the hallway.

  The place was getting a little crowded.

  Everyone wanted to hear the new song live.

  If there was one good thing about the radio station it was that nobody bothered us for autographs and pictures unless we wanted it. And even if we didn’t want it, Toby would coordinate the pictures and it would be a quick thing.

  The new song - Forever You - exploded.

  It shouldn’t have been a shock.

  But there was always a sense of worry when something new happened. Who would like it and who would hate it. The band was always known for just getting on stage and playing shows. With this song, there were a lot of moving parts to it. The piano. The singers. The strings. It was a production. The sound of the piano always made me feel things. The old days when Mitchy was around and things were good. Hell, it even brought back memories of Linx. He had been with the band for a short while, but he had been important to all of us.

  Fuck me for standing there and getting all sentimental over a damn song.

  But it was a great song.

  Any doubt was washed away when two days ago some gigantic biker pulled over when he saw me. He pointed at me with thick fingers, skull rings on those fingers, and he nodded.

  “Now that’s a fucking song, brother!” he yelled to me. “I’m marrying the old lady again to this one. A real song.”

  Hey, if we could make a biker shed a tear, then that was a good song for sure.

  At the radio station, we were there to play the acoustic version for the first time ever.

  My eyes gravitated to Abby, like they always did.

  She stood with Liv and Candice.

  I watched as Abby kept playing with her hands. Picking at her nails.

  She was scared out of her mind.

  Because she was singing with Nash. Live on the air.

  Which was a no-brainer for the band to agree on.

  Abby was the best singer of the three backups and it was her turn to have a moment to shine.

  It also didn’t hurt her case that she was fucking the bassist in the band.

  As I walked toward Abby, I couldn’t help but smile.

  She was still worried about those calls she had gotten. They were taken care of though. I talked to Toby and through a little back alley dealing, I handed over some cash and one of my bodyguards threw a few punches to make sure that the debt was paid and that my Abby was going to be left the fuck alone for good.

  And that was that.

  “Nash keeps telling me to just write it all down and see what happens,” Liv said as I closed in on their conversation

  “What’s the worst thing that can happen?” Candice asked. “It’s shit? Then throw it out. That’s what I do if something goes wrong at the cafe.”

  I touched Abby’s ass and she jumped.

  “Don’t scare me like that,” Abby said.

  “I’m just a scary guy,” I said. “Hey, Liv. Candice.”

  “Reed,” they both said.

  “Ready to hear my girl here become famous?” I asked.

  “I told her she could sing at the cafe,” Candice said. “I love having open mic nights. It’s so calm and cool there, you know?”

  “Sounds good,” I said. “Maybe I’ll join her. Reed and His Backup Singer…”

  Abby elbowed me. “Asshole.”

  “Please,” Liv said. “I’ve heard Abby sing. It would be Abby and Some Guy Playing Guitar…”

  “Or maybe just Abby alone,” Candice asked.

  “Ouch,” I said. “You’re pushing me away here, huh?”

  “I only want talent in my cafe,” Candice said.

  “Double ouch,” I said. I kissed Abby’s cheek. Then I put my lips near her ear. “You’re going to fucking do great, honey. Just be yourself. Everyone loves you already.”

  I kissed her cheek again and left her to finish talking with Liv and Candice.

  Down at the end of the hallway I saw the rest of the band.

  Nash, Dex, and Toby were in a heated discussion.

  Sab was on his phone, playing with his hair like a teenage girl waiting for her crush to text.

  And then there was Jay.

  Some young woman was against the wall, her back kind of arched, her hands behind her back. He towered over her, his hands to the wall, looking down at her.

  “So, how hot do you make the coffee for everyone?” Jay asked.

  The woman giggled. “I don’t know… however hot they like it…”

  “Nice,” Jay said. “And you don’t want to be an intern forever, right?”

  “No. But it’s part of the job.”

  “You’re over twenty-one, right?”

  “I’ll be twenty-three next month.”

  Jay put his head back and sighed. Then he looked down at her again. “Maybe I should give you an early birthday present.”

  The woman’s cheeks turned red.

  I got close enough and grabbed Jay’s shoulder. “Hey, bro. Did that rash clear up yet?”

  “What?”

  “That rash on your dick. Remember?” I looked at the woman. “His dick looked like the tail of a lizard. All scaly and shit. Then it was flaky. Then the pus…”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jay asked me.

  “I have to go,” the woman said.

  She slid down the wall and hurried away.

  Jay cupped his hands to his mouth. “He was joking! There’s no pus on my dick!”

  Jay’s voice boomed down the hallway and everyone looked at him.

  It was dead silence.

  “What?” Jay yelled. “My dick is just fine. Want to see?”

  There was a collective NO.

  Jay looked at me. “Fuck you, Reed.”

  “I had to,” I said. “I’m not sorry either.”

  “I know you’re not,” Jay said.

  He pushed by me.

  I looked at Abby again.

  I caught her staring at me.

  We started to eye fuck each other, waiting to go into the studio and play the new song.

  I was the rock star in the relationship… but today I got to sit back and watch the woman I love become the rock star.

  And, fuck, did that make me happy.

  * * *

  My lips touched between her shoulder blades and I brought myself down again, entering her perfect body. I groaned as my cock begged to come already, but I fought it off for what felt like the fiftieth time already.

  Abby was on her belly, face down on the bed, gripping a pillow tight to her face as she cried out in pleasure.

  I moved harder and faster at her, just taking all of her, giving her all of me, loving every second of this wildness togethe
r…

  She turned her head and blew her hair out of her face.

  I moved her hair completely out of her face and lowered down so I could kiss her.

  It was a messy kind of a kiss.

  Abby trying to turn her head. Me meeting her.

  My body slamming down against hers.

  All the while she kept bucking her hips up at me, wanting my cock to move faster.

  Abby let out a whimpering sound and she clamped down on my bottom lip.

  I kissed her again and held there.

  My right hand touched her side, feeling the perfect curves of her body.

  “Reed,” Abby purred as she released her hold on my bottom lip.

  I lowered myself down again and stayed there. Filling her up with all of my rock star cock. Pressing down, feeling her warmth take me and pulse, forcing me to be unable to hold back any longer. She wiggled her hips and took control, squeezing me tighter than she had ever done before. She pulled her hips down into the bed just enough to give herself an inch or two to ride me.

  And that was it.

  I moved my mouth to the back of her shoulder and arched my back as I started to come.

  Abby’s body shivered against mine as she took me.

  I started to move again.

  Slowly… pulling back, pressing forward…

  I kissed from the back of one shoulder to another.

  Then I kissed down her back.

  Inching my cock from her body.

  I kept going.

  Down to her lower back.

  My hands ran up the back of her legs and I cupped her ass.

  I put my face forward to her ass and took a deep breath.

  “Fuck, honey,” I whispered. “Fuck…”

  I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

  “You did so fucking good today, honey,” I whispered.

  “I know.”

  I laughed. “You’re a rock star now, Abby.”

  “Then why am I in bed with you?” she asked. “We both came. Time for me to go. There’s plenty of other groupie cock for me to have, right?”

  “Are guys groupies?” I asked.

  “Near me they are,” Abby said. “I’ll make them beg. Including you.”

  “Good luck with that,” I said.

  “Stop talking, I’m tired,” Abby said.

  I held her tight and watched her fall asleep.

  When she was out, I snuck out of the bed.

  I got myself a drink and wandered out to the recording studio.

  Abby told me she and the others were going to record something here soon enough. I really hoped she would. They were good singers. Maybe something could happen. They didn’t need to be a famous band if they didn’t want it. But if they could go sing with other bands and singers, it would probably pay more and feel better than dressing up like a princess and getting made fun of.

  I sipped my drink and sat at the piano.

  My fingers danced along the keys.

  I wasn’t very good.

  I could play a few things here and there.

  Basically enough to get a woman naked.

  That’s all I ever really wanted out of music.

  I just got lucky to hook up with Nash, Dex, Jay, and Sab and turn this thing into something huge.

  I kept sipping my whiskey and playing piano.

  Thinking about life.

  Thinking about Abby.

  Way too much thinking for my own good.

  I wasn’t sure how much time went by, but when I heard the door open, I looked back and saw Abby entering the studio wearing my t-shirt.

  It touched just above her knees. Her hair was a mess of sleep and sex. She hugged herself.

  “Hey, honey,” I said.

  “You weren’t in bed.”

  “Thought you were fucking other guys?”

  “Shut up, Reed. What are you doing?”

  “Just fucking around,” I said. “Thinking about you.”

  She walked toward me and I stood up.

  My hands touched her sides and I picked her up.

  I turned around and sat her on the piano.

  “Reed…”

  I put her feet on the keys.

  The sour notes rang out as I ran my hands up her legs, pushing the t-shirt up so I could see what she wore under it.

  The answer was nothing.

  “My midnight snack is here,” I said.

  I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh.

  She jumped and groaned. “Reed… I just wanted to make sure you were okay…”

  “Oh, I’m okay, honey,” I said.

  My mouth inched closer to her pussy.

  I was goddamn drooling to get my tongue against her slit.

  When I flicked my tongue against her, she grabbed the edge of the piano.

  I smiled.

  “Fuck,” she purred. “I’m glad I woke up…”

  “Tell me what you want, honey,” I said.

  I moved my tongue against her, up and down, tasting her sweetness, feeling her hips jumping already.

  “What I want… just keep going…”

  “Oh, I will,” I said. “But tell me what you want from me.”

  The tip of my tongue flirted with her clit.

  She groaned again. “Right there…”

  My hands tightened around her hips and I worked my tongue in all directions at her clit.

  This was much better than playing the piano.

  I suckled against Abby and then pulled away.

  She gasped for a breath and looked down at me.

  “Keep going,” she said.

  “What else do you want, honey?” I asked.

  I wanted her to tell me about her dreams. What she wanted out of life and music. No holding back…

  I brought my right thumb between her legs and pressed at her clit. I flicked my thumb back and forth.

  She stared at me.

  “Tell me right now,” I said.

  “I want you to marry me!” Abby cried out.

  I stood up. “What?”

  She put her right hand over her mouth and her eyes went wide.

  My thumb stopped moving.

  “Say that again, Abby,” I said.

  She shook her head.

  “You want me to marry you?”

  She nodded.

  “Fuck… I knew I was good with my tongue… but to make you want to marry me…”

  Abby moved her hand. “I fucking hate you, Reed. It has nothing to do with that. Well, it does. I mean, of course it does. But not just that. I didn’t mean to blurt it out. I just-”

  I grabbed Abby’s hand and put it back over her mouth.

  I leaned toward her and kissed her forehead.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to marry you,” I said. “But I have other business first.”

  I sat back down and dipped my tongue between her legs.

  Her cries of wanting me to marry her turned into cries of pleasure.

  I tasted her desire and in the back of my mind I pictured her in a wedding dress, walking toward me.

  Her feet moved on the piano keys, hitting random notes.

  She groaned and whispered my name.

  I wrote her name with the tip of my tongue.

  Normal romance wasn’t our thing.

  But this filthy kind of love was.

  Epilogue

  JAY

  I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a black towel and wrapped it around my waist. This bathroom had black tile and white trim. The shower had several different shower heads. A giant one in the middle that was like a waterfall. And there were a few that detached from the wall for a little more personal cleaning… or pleasure.

  I looked back and saw the silhouetted figure of someone and I grinned.

  She had enjoyed the shower head that detached.

  She had enjoyed when I fucked her and held the shower head between her legs at the same time.

  Now she just stood under the waterfall sh
ower head, letting herself calm down.

  They were all just someone to me.

  Megan, Sarah, Lisa, Jane, Beth… insert name. Insert my cock. Have some fun.

  What’s the difference, right?

  I walked from the bathroom to the bedroom.

  Everything was draped in a dark purple velvet.

  The bed was a circle and in the middle of the floor.

  The entire room screamed sex and rock star.

  On the bed was another someone.

  She had bright blue eyes and a smile that told a story. Growing up a good girl in a small town, making sure her grades were good, making sure she worked hard to learn her cheerleading routines, catching the eyes of the star quarterback.

  She took the chance to head out west to try her hand at acting… singing… maybe even something as simple as getting into business… or just wanting to have the ocean as her backyard.

  And now she was all mine.

  For the night.

  On my bed, on her hands and knees, her ass in the air behind her, a smile on her face as I approached the bed.

  Her skin was milky smooth.

  No tattoos or piercings anywhere.

  She reached for the towel and I grabbed her wrist.

  “Want to wait for your friend?” I whispered.

  “She didn’t wait for me,” she said.

  “Good point…”

  We had started out in the pool.

  Just the three of us.

  They were my version of a shot of whiskey after a long day.

  A day of playing, talking, thinking… planning a tour. All that rock star bullshit.

  What started in the pool ended up here.

  The other someone wanted to see the shower.

  This someone wanted to swim a little more.

  I took the first someone into the shower for a little private time and now I was going to get the same with this someone.

  I was a complete piece of shit for not knowing or caring about their names.

  But without names, there were no feelings.

  No doubts.

  No worries.

  I moved my hand from someone’s wrist and she opened the towel.

  I stepped closer to the bed and her hand touched me.

  I reached for her ass and felt her mouth move over me.

  She was warm with a sloppy tongue.