Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(28)

Halo.

From the second I’d walked into the bar tonight, my eyes and dick had searched the angel out like a damn laser finding its target, and as I sat there now, it was taking some very heavy convincing from Brett to keep it occupied.

As a hand landed on my thigh and inched its way up toward the hard-on I’d been packing since I’d spotted Halo, I had to remind myself for the millionth time that he wasn’t sitting there waiting for a moment with me.

“Shit.” Brett groaned against my lips, his eyes wide with that familiar starstuck look in them. He licked his lips as he scooted in so close to my side that I could feel his cock pressing up against my leg. “You’re so damn sexy.”

Yeah, that worked for me. I gripped his tie a little harder and nipped at his lower lip, making him tremble. “Why don’t you come up here and tell me that.”

“Up…there?” Brett asked, his eyes dropping to my lap and then coming back to meet mine.

“Straddle me,” I suggested, tugging him a little closer, and it didn’t take any more convincing than that.

Brett shifted up on the couch and lifted one knee over the top of my thighs, and when he was hovering above my legs, I tossed a crooked smile his way and ran a hand up his thigh. As my fingers dug into his hip and I drew him closer, Brett bit into his lip and squirmed against me, rubbing his erection up against mine.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, as I licked my lower lip. “This is—” Before he could finish his thought, I yanked on his tie, bringing his mouth into contact with mine, hoping that would silence him for the time being, because honestly, we both knew why he was there, and I didn’t need him to kiss my ass to get into my pants tonight—it was already a foregone conclusion.

I’d known that from the second my dick had taken over all logical thinking, back at Killian’s place this afternoon, that I needed to get laid tonight, and fast, and with the way Brett’s hands were now trailing down my chest, I was positive that was about to happen really fucking soon.

Brett began to nip his way up my jaw line as his fingers continued south, and when I glanced over his shoulder to the opposite side of the couch, expecting to see Halo in a somewhat similar position—but more…breasts in face and hands up skirts—I drew up short when I saw his eyes locked on me.

Well, well, well, would you look at that. It seemed the angel was preoccupied tonight. And it made my stupid cock throb that he seemed preoccupied with me.

As Brett’s fingers found the button of my jeans and his lips found my ear, I aimed a wicked smirk in Halo’s direction.

Halo’s jaw clenched, and I could’ve sworn he ground his teeth together, as Brett chose that moment to rock forward on his knees and rub his entire body up against my front. I grunted, the pressure against my cock feeling really fucking good, and let go of Brett’s tie to finally reach around and grab a handful of each of his ass cheeks. Brett moaned in my ear as I thrust my hips up off the couch, my eyes still locked on Halo’s as the blonde on his right began kissing her way down his neck.

Fuck, he was gorgeous, with his jean-clad legs spread apart, cradling a now-empty glass in his hand like it was a damn lifeline. He had a scowl on his face I’d never seen before, and I didn’t know what it said about me, but that irritated expression was making my already hard dick even harder.

Maybe it was because Halo was always so affable? I had no clue. But seeing him look like he wanted to shove the girls off him, and maybe tell me to go fuck myself, was really pushing my buttons.

Twisted? Maybe. But hell if I could help it. There was only one reason I could think of why Halo looked pissed off at me, and it had nothing to do with the threesome on his lap and everything to do with the fact he was finding it just as hard to look away from me as I was from him.

Just as that thought entered my head, Brett sat back on my thighs, blocking my view of Halo, and glanced down at the erection I had no hope in hell of hiding. He fingered the top of the zipper and gave me a coy look from under his lashes.

“Can I?”

I was close to saying, Yes, as long as you move so I can see the guy behind you, but considering how good he felt on my lap, I wasn’t about to piss Brett off until we’d both gotten what we wanted from this moment.

Him: his twenty minutes with Viper.

Me: some kind of release from the lust that had been riding me from the moment I’d laid eyes on Halo.

I nodded and leaned forward to flick my tongue across the corner of Brett’s mouth, and when he lowered his head to the task at hand, I looked at the man across from us.

Halo’s eyes were on the fingers I was digging into Brett’s ass, and when I squeezed to pull him closer, Halo’s gaze flew up to mine and I winked. A flush spread up Halo’s neck until it reached his face, and with the way he’d tied his hair back at the nape of his neck tonight, I could see every inch it covered.

I leaned back against the couch as Brett’s hand found its way inside my jeans, and then he lowered his head and began to kiss his way down to the open neck of my shirt. Farther and farther he moved down my body, and with the way his tight fist was now milking my cock, I couldn’t have kept my hips still if I’d wanted to. As his ass scooted back to the edge of my knees so he could suck a spot under one of my nipples, my eyes found Halo’s again.

His lips were parted now, his legs were spread even farther apart, and blondie was rubbing her hand over his dick as he continued to watch us. I wasn’t even sure Halo was aware what he was doing until Brett bit down on one of my nipples, and a groan escaped my throat.