Viper (Fallen Angel #2)(44)

Halo blinked as though realizing Jagger was talking to him, then he chuckled and shot a finger in his direction.

“I was being serious.”

“He was,” Slade said. “Remember how long it took him to pick out a ‘special jacket’ for the photo he sent to his mom?”

“Forfuckingever,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“And she now has it proudly on display in her foyer, I’ll have you know.” Jagger walked to the door of the booth and pulled it open. “Don’t be hating on me because I take the time to look good, V.”

As Jagger walked out of the booth with Slade and Killian following, I called out, “I don’t need time. I roll outta bed looking this fucking amazing.”

A chorus of whatthefuckevers could be heard as the door closed, blocking them out, and I turned to see Halo now hanging his headphones.

“So how’s it feel, finishing your first album?” I asked as I leaned a shoulder up against the wall and crossed my arms and ankles—all the better to keep my hands to myself.

“It feels…” When Halo’s eyes found mine, they were bright with excitement. Then he took a step closer to me and reached out to finger the hem of my shirt. “Unreal.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe this is my life. Writing music, recording it, living in mansions, celebrating on yachts? I keep waiting for someone to pinch me. To wake me up and say, ‘Just kidding.’”

Unable to keep my hands off him, I reached down to his hand and brought it to my mouth, where I nipped at his fingers and said, “Wake up. This is now your life.”

“How?” Halo said, and swayed closer, and there was that draw again. That need and urge for more, more, more. I wrapped my other arm around his waist and pulled him flush against me so I could brush my lips over the top of his.

Halo closed his eyes and moved up to his toes to get closer, and when he wound an arm around my neck, I said against his mouth, “This is your life, because you are the most talented person I’ve ever met.”

Halo’s eyes drifted open like he was in as much of a daze as I was, and I wondered for a moment if he was experiencing that same pull as me. Was I weaving some kind of spell over him the same way he was me?

“You really mean that, don’t you?” he said.

“I wouldn’t say it unless I did.”

Halo chuckled and leaned away from me to run his gaze over my face, making me wonder what it was he was searching for.

“That first day when I auditioned for the band.” Halo flashed a grin that would soon win over hearts around the world, and my stomach tightened. “Killian asked you what you thought of me. Do you remember what you said?”

I did. My standard answer when I didn’t want to show my hand was not bad, and that day I’d been battling a serious hard-on for the angel who’d wowed me as soon as he opened his mouth. I’d been so busy trying to decide if I could work alongside someone that I had such an intense attraction to. The answer to that was apparently yes, as long as I could be inside him too.

“You told me I wasn’t bad.”

I shrugged. “I lied.”

“So you basically freaked me out for nothing?”

“No. I just didn’t think telling you that you made me hard from singing my song was very professional.”

Halo let out a laugh and shook his head. “You’re probably right. But I have to say, hearing you say I’m the most talented person you’ve ever met…”

“Yeah?” I said, and when Halo punched his hips forward, I groaned.

“That makes me really hard.”

I smoothed my hand down to grab at his ass and then scraped my teeth along his jaw. Halo tilted his head to the side and moaned as I kissed my way up to his ear.

“Viper…shit. How long until we head to the boat?”

“Not long enough for what I want,” I said, and Halo reached up to grab my hair and tug my head back. Those light eyes of his had now darkened, and when he licked over his slick lips, I couldn’t help the growl that slipped free of my throat.

“Does this boat have rooms?” Halo asked.

“Five staterooms, from memory.”

Halo ran his palm down my front to my erection and aimed a shameless look my way. “Then how about we pick this up later in one of them? You, me, and the nice, slow rocking of the waves.” Halo punctuated his words with a firm squeeze, and when he took a step back, he winked at me. Oh, how the angel had fallen.

That was when I knew it wouldn’t matter if we were in Miami, New York, or the North fucking Pole. If Halo was there, then I was going to want to be there with him, and I had no idea what to do with that.





Twenty-Eight





Halo





IF THERE WAS one word to sum up my life over the last few months it would be surreal.

Joining an insanely popular rock band? Check.

Recording an entire album of songs I’d helped write alongside the most talented musicians I’d ever met? Check.

Living in a mansion in Miami to do all that? Check.

And now here I was, celebrating all of the amazing events by partying it up on a freakin’ yacht with the band? How had this become my life? It was everything I’d ever wanted, and on top of it all, it’d come with an unexpected, sexy surprise.