Angel (Fallen Angel, #3)(40)
Christ, the angel had come alive tonight. I mean, I’d seen him perform on the talk shows and in rehearsals, but tonight was on a whole new level. He not only owned the crowd and everybody in it with his voice, he’d stripped out of his leather, and then his shirt, causing half the crowd to all but drop to their knees as he boldly announced his arrival on the music scene. By commanding, and winning over, a stadium full of people who could’ve gone anywhere else on this Friday night, but instead had come to seen him—to see us—a new band, with new songs, that they all knew by heart. It was unlike anything I’d seen before, and I’d seen a lot in my days, so I could only imagine how Halo was feeling as the lights went down for the final time after an encore of “Corruption,” amid screams and shouts for more.
As I lifted the guitar strap over my head, I saw Slade jump down from behind his drums and fist-bump Jagger, and as I put the guitar in its stand, I caught sight of Halo out of the corner of my eye striding back up the stage with only the shadows lighting his way.
Killian was hell fucking yeah-ing with Jagger and Slade as they slapped each other on the backs, and as I walked across the stage to meet Halo, he shocked the hell out of me by grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a sweaty, hot kiss full of adrenaline.
Not giving a flying fuck who was around or who could see, I wound my arms around Halo’s naked waist and hauled him up against my body. As his lips parted, I groaned, drove my tongue deep inside, and devoured the mouth that had just seduced a stadium full of strangers.
Halo fisted his hands in my hair as he tried to get even closer, and judging by the hard cock I could feel pressing up against mine, the angel was just as amped up as I was. My guess? He was on a high like nothing he’d ever felt before, and that rush had him all but vibrating in my arms.
A loud wolf whistle somehow made it through my sex-fogged brain and had me tearing my mouth from Halo’s, and when we turned to see the rest of the guys grinning at us like fucking morons, I slung my arm around the angel’s shoulders and guided him off the stage.
“Fucking amazing,” I said by his ear before we reached the others, then I kissed him. “You were fucking amazing. How do you feel?”
Halo turned his face toward mine, those light eyes sparkling as they stared back at me, and then his mouth curved into a grin that told me exactly how he felt, even without his next words.
“I feel like a goddamn king.”
Jagger must’ve caught the end of that, because he reached out and clapped Halo on the shoulder. “So you fucking should. You absolutely killed it out there tonight.”
“Killed it dead,” Slade agreed. “D.E.A.D. Fucking. Dead. That was unreal.”
“Seriously,” Killian said as he looked between the two of us, his eyes gleaming with that same electric charge coursing through the rest of us. He was amped up, ready to take this party out for a night on the town. “I don’t know about you guys, but I feel the need to go and fucking celebrate.”
In other words, Killian wanted to go and find someone to celebrate with by fucking.
I pulled Halo into my side and nuzzled my lips under his ear. “So whaddya say, Angel? You want to come celebrate with me tonight?”
Halo turned in my arms and brushed his palm over my cock, much like he had up there on stage, then he said in a voice designed to seduce only one, “Mhmm. Or I could just come on you to celebrate.” And damn was I glad that this teasing, sexy angel was all mine.
Twenty-Eight
Halo
I LOOKED OUT over the Atlanta skyline, and from the rooftop of the hotel I could see the Mercedes-Benz Stadium we’d played a couple of hours earlier. The exterior was still lit up like a gleaming jewel of the city, and as I took another sip of vodka, I stared in wonder that it’d been me up on that stage. Me in that colossal stadium, singing to a crowd of tens of thousands. Had that really happened? It felt like a dream.
“Still isn’t sinking in, is it, Angel?” Viper said, as he moved in close behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.
“Not even a little bit.”
“You did it. And it’s the first of many.” He kissed the top of my shoulder as a warm breeze swept my hair across my face, and I tucked the strands back behind my ear as I turned to face him. After the show, we’d showered and thrown on jeans and T-shirts before joining the guys—and about a hundred others, all people attached to the tour or friends of those who were—up on the roof for a private celebration.
“You were so fucking hot tonight,” Viper said, grabbing the belt loops of my jeans and pulling my hips forward. “Always so fucking hot.”
He leaned in for a kiss, and his lips had barely brushed mine when I heard, “Are you two gonna suck face all night, or are we gonna celebrate? I ordered shots.”
I broke away from Viper’s tempting mouth to see Imogen standing beside us, her lips quirked in amusement. I’d flown her down for the first show, needing someone to keep me grounded and sane…and also because she threatened my life if I didn’t invite her.
“Oh, there you are,” I said. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Well, you’re not gonna find me down Viper’s throat.”
Viper chuckled and muttered something unintelligible, and she turned her flashing green eyes on him.