Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(27)

“So good of you to make an appearance,” Killian drawled as one of the security guards opened the rope for Viper and his…friend to step inside the VIP.

Dressed head to toe in black, Viper had left half of the buttons on his shirt undone, showcasing the tanned, well-defined chest usually hidden, and several thin silver chains of varying length hung around his neck.

Dangerous. That was the word that came to mind when Viper walked in and sucked all the air from the room.

“What’d I miss?” Viper said, his gaze sweeping around the space, and when it landed on the women behind me, he raised a brow. “Having fun, Angel?”

“You know it.” I swallowed back some of the vodka, my head beginning to buzz slightly.

“Good. That’s what tonight’s for.” He leaned in to my ear. “Some ‘lose your mind and your pants,’ sexy fun.”

For half a second, I thought he was going to make a move. He was close enough. But as soon as the thought entered my mind, Viper moved away, turning his back on me completely as he rejoined his friend.

With Killian and the others preoccupied with their distractions for the night, I headed back to the couch, somewhat resigned to the way the night was going.

“There you are, gorgeous,” the blonde, the one Killian had dubbed “prom queen,” said, fingering the opening of my shirt when I sat down. Her tight, short dress left little to the imagination as she leaned in to give me a better view. “So tell us. How’d you hook up with these guys?”

“Yeah, what are you, like, in the band now?” one of the others said in my ear behind me as she scooted in close.

I took another sip of my drink. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Black beauty scrunched up her nose. “You’re not part of the crew, are you?”

“He’s too sexy for that,” prom queen said. “Aren’t you, baby?”

Ugh, I hated the term baby, even from someone I was a lot more familiar with.

Jagger took the opportunity to stick his head in. “Ladies, meet our new lead singer.”

All three of them gasped, clutching my arms, my legs.

“I just knew you’d be good with your mouth.”

“You’re the new Trent? Oh my God.”

“You’re even sexier than he was.”

As Jagger backed away, he mouthed, “You’re welcome,” but my gut twisted. Sure, they’d been interested when they thought I was a TBD tagalong, but now? One of them had already unbuttoned my jeans and another was practically riding my thigh.

This should’ve been fucking heaven. Three beautiful women, a private area away from the crowd so we could do as we pleased. But…it all felt wrong. And in the back of my mind, all I could think was that everyone here in the VIP were nothing but groupies, hoping to get a few hours alone with any one of us. Was this what the guys went through every time they went out? Was this what was expected of me?

Goddammit, I wasn’t drunk enough for this, and my glass was empty again.

I leaned to the side to get Killian’s attention, but to my surprise, the VIP was empty. Out on the dance floor with security guards in tow were all the guys, except for—

“Need another drink there, Angel?”

Viper.

As he waited for me to answer, he set up a line of shot glasses and poured tequila over the top of them. He handed two to the stuffy tie guy beside him and then held one out to me. I took it gratefully as he refilled my glass.

“Why does he call you Angel?” The femme fatale giggled. “Is that your name?”

“His name’s Halo,” Viper snapped, handing me the vodka. “That’s all you need to know.”

“Mmm, Halo. That’s sexy.” Prom queen leaned in and sucked my lobe into her mouth, and I flinched but didn’t push her away.

“You good?” Viper asked.

Was I? Suddenly this was the last place I wanted to be, but that was ridiculous. Three hot women, Halo. Don’t be a fucking dumbass.

“Sure,” I said, settling back against the couch as the girls crowded around again. Viper nodded and headed back to tie guy on the couch opposite me. After taking another shot, Viper wound his hand around the guy’s tie and jerked him forward, taking his lips in a rough kiss.

Shit, I guess the time for talking is over, I thought, as one of the girls’ hands inched closer to my zipper. Relax and enjoy it. Viper’s obviously enjoying it.

He’d moved onto the couch, his legs spread wide, still tugging on that stupid tie. What’d he see in that guy?

The answer to that was simple. He was a somewhat attractive, eager, and willing male body. It didn’t matter that Viper probably didn’t know the guy’s name, and if he did, wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. Tonight was about pure physical pleasure—that much I was painfully aware of.

I tried to turn my attention back to the girls, but I kept catching glimpses out of the corner of my eye of what was happening only a few feet away.

Downing the rest of my vodka, all I could think was: Please God, let me get drunk off my ass tonight.





Eighteen





Viper





FUCK. YES. THIS is exactly what I need, I thought, as Brett—I think his name’s Brett—parted his lips and I slid my tongue deep inside his mouth. With the strong taste of tequila on his lips, he was the exact poison I needed to get my mind off the man who was sitting a few feet away from me, surrounded by ready, willing, and likely wet pussy.