“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.
Viper.
He’d barely moved from my side since we’d boarded the yacht hours ago, leaving only to grab us refills, and even then I usually went with him. It was strange how used to having him around I’d gotten, and I didn’t know how I’d feel once we were back home. Without the ease of only walking distance between us, things would surely change. Maybe that was the reason he’d stuck to me like glue tonight: he knew our time was almost up.
Shit, way to turn things morose, I thought, drinking down the last of my Long Island iced tea.
“Tequiiilaaa!” Slade shouted over the music as the bartender poured another round.
There was a tug on the side belt loop of my jeans, and then Viper’s breath was on my neck. “Good timing. You need a refill anyway.” His teeth grazed the sensitive skin below my ear, and I shivered.
“You’re just trying for drunk angel round two,” I said, thinking back to the way he’d taken me against the wall after one of the movie nights. Damn, I wouldn’t mind if that happened again, so bring on the drinks.
I could feel his lips curve against my neck. “I am. You turned into a wild fuckin’ beast last time. My cock wouldn’t mind trying to tame you into submission.”
If Viper was dead set on teasing my dick tonight, he was doing a damn good job. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have minded. After all, he’d told me there were bedrooms on board, but fuck if the guys hadn’t locked them and ruled there would be no hookups on the yacht, ensuring tonight was strictly a band celebration and not a way for me and Viper to sneak off for an hour or two.
Dammit.
A cold breeze brushed against my neck as Viper moved away, inclining his head toward the bar, and as we gathered around, the bartender handed out the shots, screw the salt and lemon.
“All right, assholes, I’d like to make a toast,” Killian said, looking down the bar at each of us. “A few months ago, we were in a rut. A place of what-the-hell-do-we-do-now and nonstop auditions by some of the most painful singers we’ve ever heard. Am I right?”
“My ears are still bleeding,” Viper muttered, as the others voiced their agreements.
Killian grinned and then lifted his shot glass toward me. “Then one day, this guy walks into the studio and blows everyone outta the goddamn water. This shit may be a whirlwind for you right now, Halo, but trust me when I say we never thought we’d end up here again.”