Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(61)

I shoved a hand into my jeans and wrapped my fingers around my aching length, and, no longer able to text, I hit the call button and brought the phone to my ear.

The second it connected, before Halo could say a word, I said, “What were you dreamin’ about on the plane, Angel?”

“Shit.” Halo’s response was part moan, part curse, and much deeper than his usual cadence.

“Angel?”

The heavy breathing in my ear told me I wasn’t the only one turned on, and when Halo finally said, “You,” my fingers tightened around my cock and a low growl escaped my throat.

“What about me?”

“Viper…”

“Angel. What about me?” As I waited for his answer, I walked back into the room and stretched out on the massive bed, jeans now pushed down my hips so my cock was firmly in hand.

“I was thinking about you and the, um, mile-high club.”

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. I’d thought the guys yapping about all that would’ve turned Halo off. Apparently not. “And what about it?”

When Halo groaned in my ear, I clamped my fist around the root of my dick and cursed. Damn, whatever it was, that groan sounded fucking promising. “Angel?”

“Yeah.” Halo panted in my ear.

“What were we doing?”

“You were behind me…”

My eyes fell shut as I imagined Halo somewhere up in the big house with his hand wrapped around his dick, as he imagined— “Your hand was working my cock, and you were…inside me.”

Oh fuck. I hadn’t expected that. But I sure as shit wasn’t about to let it go. “Is that something you want?”

“I…uh…yes? I think so.”

“You think so? You’d better be sure.”

I heard Halo take in a ragged breath.

“Come down here,” I said.

Halo let out a strained laugh. “No way.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my frustration and lust at an all-time high before I reined it in. “Okay, fuck. What else was I doing to you? In this dream.”

Halo didn’t miss a beat. “Biting me.”

My hips bucked up off the bed, my slick dick now sliding easily through my hand as my climax raced down my spine. This scorching call was only seconds away from being over.

“Where?”

“Where?”

“Yes. Where was I biting you? I want to know so the next time I get you alone near a goddamn wall, I can shove you up against it, get my hand around your cock, and leave teeth marks on—”

“My shoulder,” Halo said, and then that sexy growling sound he made when he came reverberated through the phone and into my ear, triggering my own release.

As I looked down at my sticky hand, I crooked my head until the phone was pressed tight to my ear and said, “Angel?”

“Viper.”

“The view’s nice down here, but I can think of an even better one.”

“Mmm?” he mumbled, like he no longer had the energy to get the words out.

“You, naked, in my bed, and making those hot-as-fuck sounds when you come. Tomorrow, you’re mine.”





Forty-One





Halo





“ALL RIGHT. I’M out.” Jagger stood up from behind his keyboards and stretched his arms up over his head until they cracked. Then he looked over at Slade. “You comin’?”

As Slade got to his feet, Viper’s fingers paused over the strings of his guitar. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, where the hell do you two think you’re goin’?”

“We’ve been at it all day, and the sun’s going down soon,” Jagger said.

“So?”

“Sooo, I need to find myself some inspiration.”

Viper snorted. “Does that inspiration come in a bikini?”

“Damn right it does. You guys wanna come? Halo?”

I automatically shook my head. We’d been working on a new song for hours without a break, and while we’d made some real progress, I wanted to push on a bit more, see what else we could squeeze out.

Viper shook his head as well, and when Jagger’s gaze landed on Killian, he said, “Come on, Kill. You know you wanna hit the beach. That lifeguard we saw was giving you major fuck-me eyes.”

Biting down on his lower lip, Killian looked between us. Always the most responsible in the group, the one to keep us all on task, it shocked the shit out of me when Killian got to his feet.

“I’m in,” he said, setting his bass in the stand. “We got a lot done today. A break might give us a refresher.”

“Mhmm.” Viper cut his eyes at Killian. “All work and no play makes a cranky gay.”

Killian rolled his eyes. “That mean you’re coming?”

“Who said I haven’t been playing?” When Viper grinned, Killian glanced at me and then back to Viper.

“Guess that means you’ve been enjoying the guesthouse.” Killian flipped him off as he followed Slade and Jagger out the door. “Halo, you sure you don’t wanna come with?”

I shook my head, too focused on what we’d been working on to think about stopping now. “No, I’d like to see if I can work out the last verse. You guys go ahead.”