It may have seemed ridiculous to some—okay, most—but sharing Halo with the world for five or so hours was my time limit, and it was just about up. It was time to reconnect with the sexy man beside me in private, and I was sick of being pulled away from him every time someone offered a drink or wanted to ask us for the umpteenth time how our night was.
Call me jealous. Call me possessive. Call me a goddamn asshole; I didn’t care. I missed talking to Halo when we weren’t glued at the hip, and judging by the way he always sought me out after someone had stolen his attention, he felt the exact same way.
As the latest thief finally left, Halo’s hand once again found mine, and I tugged him in close and wrapped his arm around my waist. He tipped his face up a fraction, his eyes a little glassy from the copious amounts of alcohol he’d consumed, and when a lazy smile tugged up the edge of his lips, I couldn’t stop myself from stealing a kiss.
“Looks like I’ve got a drunk angel on my hands tonight.”
Halo hummed against my lips as he pushed his hips up against mine, and when his hard cock rubbed over my erection, I groaned.
“You ready to head back to our room?”
“That’s too far…” Halo said as he angled his head and kissed his way up to my ear, his lips and words doing jack shit to help my current condition—the fucking flirt.
“Christ,” I muttered, and Halo’s husky laugh told me just how far he was gone. Out of the two of us, the angel was definitely the more discreet, though the hard cock grinding against my leg was making me second-guess that. “Unless you want to be all over social media tomorrow for fucking instead of singing to a packed stadium, you need to quit riding my thigh.”
Halo leaned back in my arms, his eyes roving over me, as a chuckle escaped him. “Maybe we’d sell more tickets if people thought they’d get to see that on stage. Did you see how crazy everyone went when I sang ‘Hard’?”
I had seen, and felt, Halo when he’d sung “Hard,” and I agreed. The crowd’s reaction to that song had been both to the lyrics and the visual stimuli. And I had to believe that after tonight’s performance, all of MGA’s fears about our relationship would be well and truly squashed.
“You’re probably right. But there’s no way in hell that anyone’s going to see how fucking sexy you are when you come. That’s for me, and me alone.”
Halo scraped his teeth over his lower lip. “That’s seriously hot.”
“It’s the damn truth, and you better not forget it.”
Halo grinned, and then leaned up to kiss my lips. “Viper?”
“Hmm?”
“Get me outta here. I want to be alone with you.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Interlacing our fingers, I made a beeline through the crowd, determined not to get stopped along the way, but when I spotted Killian standing off to the side of the gathering smoking a cigarette, I decided I should probably let someone know we were bailing.
“Hey,” I said as I drew Halo to a stop beside me, and when Killian looked between the two of us, he smirked.
“Lemme guess. You’re leaving.”
“Aww, whoever said you’re just a pretty face?” I said, as he took another drag and then blew the smoke over his shoulder.
“If I’m honest, I’m surprised you both lasted this long. I figured you would’ve split hours ago.”
I wrapped an arm around Halo’s shoulders, and as he burrowed into my side, I said, “If it’d been up to me—”
Halo whacked a palm on my chest. “I was being sociable.”
“I was being frustrated.”
Killian laughed, but his eyes shifted past us, over our shoulders to the crowd behind us. I turned to see where he was looking, and when I spotted Levi standing on the opposite side of the party with a drink in hand and a bright smile for one of the guests up here on the rooftop, I turned back and eyed my friend.
“Something you seem to be familiar with these days.”
“Huh?” Killian said, dragging his eyes back to the two of us.
“Being frustrated. You seem…preoccupied.”
At my smug tone, Halo took another look over my shoulder and then his head whipped back around to Killian, who was glaring at me.
“I’m not preoccupied.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I said, enjoying this a little too much. “You can’t keep your eyes off our new manager. Not to mention, you didn’t invite anyone here tonight. That’s very unlike you. Thinking about starting some intra-band relations yourself, huh?”
Killian stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it in one of the ashtrays. “The thought might’ve crossed my mind.”
“Uh huh,” I said, nodding. I knew Killian as well as he knew me, and when he zeroed in on someone, then all bets were off. “I fucking knew it.”