VIPER (Fallen Angel Book 2)

by Brooke Blaine

  “It’s always the hot ones who turn,” Killian said, nodding.

  Viper leaned back in his chair, throwing up the foot rest, and then he grinned. “And isn’t that a fuckin’ bonus.” His eyes glinted at me in the dark, and I could only shake my head. I didn’t know whether I should feel relieved that the guys knew or whether this opened up a whole new can of worms. After all, I was the new guy, but now I was the new guy messing around with Viper.

  “Oh shit, he’s already half-naked in the damn opening credits?” Jagger said, groaning. That was our cue to take the first drink, and as the liquor made its way down my throat, I kicked myself for not grabbing a bucket of lemons to chase the taste away. Killian had made this one strong.

  I felt like I should say something to the guys, address the situation somehow, but I didn’t know what to say. They didn’t seem to care one way or another that Viper and I were hooking up, and that was when it hit me—this was the first time I’d “come out,” in a sense, even though I wasn’t sure that was the right term for it. Did my attraction to Viper mean I was gay? Or bisexual? I’d still never looked at another man the way I did Viper, so what the hell did that mean? Maybe I didn’t have to put a label on it. After all, we weren’t dating, we weren’t together, and outside the people in this room, no one else would know. Granted, I told my sister everything, but there was no point in shocking the shit out of her over a casual thing.

  “Let the chugging commence for the angel in the back who completely spaced during the make-out scene,” Jagger said, and when I realized he meant me, I cursed.

  After sucking down every bit of the Long Island, Viper leaned over and whispered, “Looks like I’m gonna get to see a drunk angel after all.” The back of his hand brushed against the back of mine, sending an electric shock up my arm before he settled back in his seat. How was it that he could affect me like that by barely touching me?

  I looked back at the screen just in time for Ace to introduce himself as Beckett Sinclair, and I barely had time to refill my drink before I was taking another sip. Already my head buzzed, and I had the thought that I’d been wrong earlier—I wouldn’t be stumbling out of here. I’d be lucky if I could crawl.

  The words were out of my mouth before I realized I was going to say them: “You guys really don’t care?”

  Killian popped his head up over his chair, and the other two followed suit.

  “About what? This?” Jagger pointed between Viper and me and shook his head.

  “I thought you would’ve had better taste, but…” Slade shrugged, and Viper threw a handful of popcorn his way. “What? You’re a temperamental fuckhead on a good day.”

  “Fuck you too,” Viper growled, and Slade grinned, looking back my way.

  “He means that in a loving way, honest.” When Slade faced the screen again, he cursed. “How many times does he lose his damn shirt?”

  “Why do you think I chose this one?” Killian said. “Ace Locke naked for the majority of the movie? Duh. A fuckin’ no-brainer.”

  Slade cocked his head to the side. “He is pretty hot for a guy, I guess.”

  “Swear to God we’re gonna catch you in a gay bar one of these days. You download Grindr yet?” Viper said.

  Slade’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?”

  “Why don’t you download it and find out?” Viper smirked, and then Jagger yelled out, “Drink!”

  Once we’d all taken another sip, Jagger pointed at Slade. “You’re my wingman. Don’t you dare download that shit.”

  Slade shrugged and dug back into his popcorn, and a few seconds later, with all attention back on the movie, Viper’s hand made its way to my thigh.

  I raised my eyebrow, and when he looked my way, he moved his hand higher, inches away from my cock. I grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any farther and shot him a look. It was one thing for the guys to know about us; it was another thing for them to turn around and see it.

  But Viper didn’t move his hand, keeping it right where he wanted it, squeezing me there every so often to remind me he was there—as if I could ever forget.

  The movie played on, and the more I drank and the more the liquor hummed through my veins, the more my inhibitions began to fall away, and soon it wasn’t Viper who inched his fingers up my thigh. I slid my hand down to cover his, and then, feeling brave and really fucking horny, I dragged our hands up to cover my coming-to-attention dick.

  His large palm cupped me, pressing down and stroking the length, and it was all I could do not to moan at how damn good it felt. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention back to us, though, so I bit down on my lip and reclined my seat a little so that Viper could have more access.

  Our gazes were locked, a sly grin on Viper’s lips, and then he mouthed, “Fuckin’ trouble.” But instead of pulling away, he quietly resituated himself in his seat, closer to me, and the pressure of his hand increased.

  When he returned his attention to the movie, I forced myself to do the same, rocking ever so slightly into his palm.

  Thank God for loud action scenes.

  Twelve

  Viper

  NEVER HAD A two-hour movie taken so long to be over, and that by no means was a dig at Ace Locke, whom I usually enjoyed staring at for a hundred and twenty minutes. But with the alcohol buzzing through me, and Halo’s hard cock filling my palm, I wasn’t in the mood to sit still and watch a movie I’d seen countless times before. I was in the mood to strip the angel beside me and—

  “Drink up, suckers,” Jagger shouted. “Okay, how many times does he need to tell people who he is? I mean, isn’t he a badass detective? How come no one’s ever heard of him?”

  “It’s for emphasis, moron,” Slade said, then took a gulp of his drink. “Dramatic effect and all that.”

  As Jagger and Slade bitched back and forth, I raised my cup and swallowed the fiery mix I was getting to the end of, and as it warmed a path down my throat, I was aware that that wasn’t the only thing making me hot.

  Around twenty minutes until the end of the movie, Halo had gone from watching what was on the screen to flat-out watching me, and the heat from his intense focus was making it close to impossible not to lean over and attack those delicious lips of his. I could feel his cock throbbing beneath my palm, and every now and then he’d thrust up against my hand, wanting more attention.

  “Viper…?” At the whisper by my ear, I turned and allowed my eyes to once again find his, and Jesus. It was going to be an exercise in restraint to last until the end of this movie before taking this any further.

  “Yeah, Angel?” I said, making sure to keep my voice low, not wanting to draw anyone’s attention our way. I could tell the angel had had a moment of reflection earlier when the guys were ribbing us about being together, and while I didn’t give a fuck, this was new for him, and I wasn’t about to scare him off by expecting some heavy-duty PDA. That didn’t mean I was stupid, though, and if he wanted to take this further, then I wasn’t about to stop him.

  Halo’s light eyes were a little glazed as they stared back at me, and I had to wonder if it was from the alcohol or—

  “Undo my jeans.”

  —his arousal.

  I lowered my eyes down to where my hand was massaging the bulge between Halo’s legs, then he spread them slightly and my eyes flew back to his. When Halo flashed me a lazy, sex-drunk grin, I leaned across the arm of the chair until my lips were brushing over his and said, “And then what?”

  As I flicked open the button of his jeans and drew the zipper down, Halo’s lips parted, and he arched his back off the recliner. I slipped my hand inside the denim, and when I wrapped my fingers around him, Halo mouthed, “Fuck…” and I smirked.

  “Oh, Angel. If I thought for a second you could keep quiet, I’d have your jeans down and you in my lap—”

  One of Halo’s hands came down on top of mine, his eyes flashing, and then I shoved a finger to his lips and chuckled. “But you can’t. Shh…”

  Halo’s jaw b
unched as my fingers tightened, and Christ, I was reminded of just how gorgeous he was. His hair was a tangle of curls around his face as he looked at me, his head resting back on the recliner, and in the dark of the home theater, the reflection from the massive screen gave off enough light to highlight all the angles of his stunning profile.

  I could write songs about that face, I thought, as Halo’s eyes fluttered shut and he pushed his hips up, sliding his cock through my fist. I could write albums, symphonies, all dedicated to how damn beautiful he was, and before I could stop myself, I was leaning over the arm of the chair and taking Halo’s mouth with mine.

  As soon as our lips connected, Halo let go of my hand to take hold of my face, and when my tongue slid in between his lips, he angled his body toward me, bucking his hips up off the chair. I’d totally forgotten about the movie, but luckily it was somewhere near the end, where all the explosions were going off all over the place, because Halo couldn’t keep quiet to save himself.

  He moaned and threaded his fingers into my hair as he craned up off the recliner to kiss me harder, his hips pumping as he chased after an explosion of his own, but I’d be fucked if that happened in the dark.

  Tearing my lips from his, I clamped my fist around the root of his cock and put my other hand over his mouth. Halo’s eyes flared with irritation, his frustration just as strong in that moment as the lust clawing at him. His breathing was coming in fast pants as his hips slowed until they stilled, and when I glanced over my shoulder to the credits that were starting to roll up the screen, he followed my gaze.

  “Zip up, Angel.” I reluctantly pulled my hand free and swallowed as I tried to readjust myself, but it was no use. There was no getting comfortable with how hard my dick was. There was no hiding it, either.

  The lights flicked on barely a second later, bright enough to blind a normal person. But to those who’d drunk as much as we had, it did a fine job of making everything even hazier than the alcohol.

  “Motherfucker,” Slade said, wincing as he covered his eyes, and Killian started laughing by the door.

  “Pussy. Since when has Jagger been able to out-drink you?”

  Slade looked to Jagger, who seemed as put together as when he’d walked in two hours earlier. “He can’t. Were you following the rules?”

  “You calling me a cheater?” Jagger said as he got to his feet. “I was sitting right next to you. I was throwing back as much alcohol as you when Ace was banging his way through the last half hour of the film.”

  Slade gestured to his cup. “Prove it.”

  As Jagger told him to fuck off, I turned to see if Halo had managed to get himself back in order, and what I saw had all of my patience and restraint taking a major detour right out the fucking door.

  Halo had zipped up, yes. But he’d left the top button of his jeans open, and his long, thick cock was still clearly visible beneath the tight denim. When my eyes roamed up to his swollen lips, fuck-me eyes, and messy hair, I shook my head and got to my feet.

  “Hey, assholes,” I called out. When they all turned around to look at me, they took in my tight lips and strained expression. “This has been real great and all. But could you all please get the fuck out now?”

  As their eyes fell to Halo, who was still reclined in his seat and silent, Killian smirked, Slade snorted, and Jagger’s mouth fell open. Nothing else needed to be said after that. I was done spending quality time as a group. It was time for a little one-on-one.

  Thirteen

  Halo

  MY COCK STRAINED to the point of torture as Viper made it clear to the guys that movie night was over, and thank fuck for that. If I had to wait any longer to get Viper’s hands back on me, I would’ve reached down and finished off the job myself, audience be damned.

  As the door shut behind Slade, I let out a groan, pushing back against the recliner and palming my covered erection. Viper had wound me up to the point of practically coming before he’d pulled away abruptly, and the irritation from his mouth leaving mine lingered.

  He checked to see that we were alone, and then his gaze fell on me, to where I was busy stroking myself.

  “I don’t fucking think so,” Viper said, starting toward me. When he hovered above me, he grabbed hold of the hand I had over my dick and pushed my arm up over my head. Then he leaned in so close that I could practically taste the alcohol on his breath. “No one touches what’s mine except for me.”

  What’s mine… A thrill shot through my body, and I arched up, trying to get closer to his mouth, but he pulled his head away just as our lips brushed together.

  A frustrated sound ripped through me. “Don’t be a fucking tease, Viper.”

  “Or what?” He chuckled as he boxed me in, his hands on the arms of the recliner, keeping his distance.

  I didn’t know if it was all the alcohol I’d consumed that had me feeling bolder than usual, or if I could blame what happened next on the frustration Viper built in me, but I gripped his shirt and jerked him forward at the same time I wrapped my legs around his, holding him exactly where I wanted him.

  In his surprise, he lost his balance, and I took advantage by slamming my lips against his. If I’d thought Viper would resist, I was wrong, because his lips immediately parted, and as he regained his footing, his tongue dove inside my mouth. But I wasn’t content to let him take control this time. Oh no. I was burning up, horny as hell, and I knew exactly what I wanted to happen next.

  As Viper’s hand trailed down my body to land on my erection, I tore my lips away from his. “I want you to fuck me.”

  I could feel his mouth curve against mine. “That’s the plan, Angel.”

  “Not like this,” I said, as the pressure of his hand increased, and I halted his movements by grabbing his wrist. “Over there.” I nodded toward the wall to my left, and Viper raised a brow.

  “I know my dick’s a fuckin’ beast, but it won’t reach you from all the way over there.”

  Smartass. I dropped my hold on him completely except for one hand tangled in his shirt, and as I tugged his face toward mine, I said, “You’re gonna fuck me against the wall the way we were at The Nothing show.”

  “Mmm, an angel who knows what he wants.” Viper sucked my lower lip into his mouth, eliciting a moan. “So this is what you’re like when you’re drunk. I approve.” Then he straightened, a grin on his face as he walked over to where I’d indicated.

  Under the glare of the lights, I got a killer view of his backside—those broad shoulders that tapered down into a strong back and an ass that made my dick harder than I’d ever thought possible. One day I’d like to get between those rounded cheeks, to see what Viper would feel like inside, but that was a conversation for another day.

  Right now, I wanted Viper pushing me up against that wall and taking me the way I’d fantasized about. In the days since we’d first had sex, Viper had surprised the hell out of me by refusing to get inside me again, telling me it was too much too soon, and I needed to go slow.

  Viper? Go slow? That was even possible? And more than that, he cared enough to make sure this was a good experience for me? Utterly mind-blowing. So though I didn’t understand why he was willing to restrain himself from going after what he so obviously wanted, I more than enjoyed the way he took pleasure in my body in other ways. If I’d thought his mouth and fingers were talented before I’d been introduced to his bed, now I thought they were nothing short of damn brilliant.

  As I came up behind him, I ran my hand over his ass and then planted my back against the wall. Then he stepped forward, caging me in with his arms on either side of me.

  My pulse raced to match the throbbing in my cock as his hips pushed up against mine, the friction of his rock-hard length making me tremble. It wasn’t enough, though, and I gripped his waist, holding him tight to me as I rocked against him.

  “Feeling needy, Angel?” Viper’s voice, deep and low, stroked down my front like it was his hand, and as my head fell back and I thrust my hips forward, a throaty ch
uckle escaped him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Before I knew what was happening, Viper spun me around so that my front pressed up against the wall, and then slid his hand around my waist to pull down the zipper of my jeans. My jeans and boxer briefs were jerked down to just under my ass, and then Viper crowded in behind me, his hand going back down to wrap around my cock.

  I muttered something unintelligible as his fingers circled the head, getting them nice and wet with my pre-cum before wrapping around my erection. Shiiit, it was just like the way he’d taken hold of me from behind backstage at The Nothing show, and it was just as hot now as it had been then. The only problem?

  “Take your damn pants off.” I panted as Viper continued to stroke me, and when he didn’t immediately comply, I reached behind me for the button of his jeans and flipped the fucker open. Unzipping was a little trickier in my position, but with Viper refusing to take his hands off me—no complaints here—I did what I had to.

  “Impatient,” Viper murmured in my ear, squeezing around me, making me gasp. “I think I could get used to this side of you, Angel.”

  Then his hold on me disappeared as he shoved his pants down his hips, freeing his cock, and then, as he removed his shirt, I lifted my own up and over my head. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. Feel all those hard muscles tensing as he slid inside me, inch by delicious inch.

  I sighed in relief when he touched me again, but as one hand worked me up and down, he brought the other up to my lips.

  “Suck,” he said.

  I didn’t hesitate or question why as two of his fingers slid past my lips. I treated them as I would a mouth-watering dessert—or his cock. Sucking and licking, I tasted every inch of him as Viper hummed behind me.

  “That’s it. Get ’em nice and wet, Angel. All the better to fuck you with.”

  A groan of protest left me, because I wanted more than just his fingers tonight, and Viper chuckled.