Blaine Brooke - VIPER

USA TODAY bestselling authors Brooke Blaine and Ella Frank continue the story of sexy Fallen Angel rockers Viper and Halo in VIPER.

Scorching chemistry. Red-hot lyrics. An irresistible bad boy.

Halo, the new lead singer for Fallen Angel, never stood a chance against Viper, the legendary lead guitarist for the band.

From the moment Halo set foot in Vipers lair, the match was lit, threatening to consume the two men with the heat of their desire. But when their casual flings begins to morph into more, will it leave the entire band in flames?

After all, it may have been Halo who fell from grace, but its only a matter of time before Viper falls for an angel.

VIPER is the second book of the Fallen Angel Series and should be read following HALO. Halo and Vipers story concludes in book three, ANGEL.

FUCK. I FEEL amazing

The distant sound of crashing waves woke me from one of the best nights sleep Id had in months. It was a lazy sound, relaxed, a direct contrast to the hot-as-hell sounds that had come from Halo last night when Id been deep inside him, making him shout my name.

I stretched beneath the tangle of sheets, burrowing my face into the pillow, and as the smell of Halos shampoo hit me, I ground up against the mattress. I groaned, that scent making my blood hum through my veins as my body revved up for round two, and suddenly, the mattress wasnt good enough. I wanted Halo under me, I wanted his legs wrapped around my waist, and I wanted to watch that flawless face of his when we came all over each other. And with that delicious thought in mind, I turned my head, searching for the angel who had weaved a spell over my throbbing cock.

The room had been swallowed up by shadows, and as I reached across the wide expanse of the California king to get my hands back on the body mine seemed to crave, my hips stilled, as I felt around the empty space beside me.

Putting my hands on the mattress, I shoved up so I could look over to the other side of the bed, and when I found it empty, I glanced over my shoulder, to see if Halo was somewhere else in the guesthouse. When all that met my eyes was darkness, I cursed and shifted over to the nightstand so I could flick on the bedside lamp. I winced against the brightness of it as I turned to sit up, and as I scanned the living space, taking in my duffel bags and guitar, it became crystal clear that the only thing missing from the room was Halo.

What the fuck? He left? When? I shoved my fingers through my hair and pressed the heel of my hand against my dick, trying to get it to calm down now that I knew it wasnt about to get any kind of fucking action. My mind was busy trying to play catch-up, but with the fog of sleep still lingering, I was finding it difficult to put two and two together.

Halo had left my bed. Crept out like a thief in the goddamn night. And while Id usually be ecstatic if one of my casual hookups took such initiative, the fact that Halo was gone and I wasnt done with him yet had me swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress to hunt down a pair of sweats.

As I rounded the end of the bed for the duffels, I spotted my phone over on one of the recliners and made a beeline for it. Picking it up, I checked to see if Halo had left a text or a voice message, and when nothing came up, I tossed it back on the cushion and grabbed some sweats from my bag.

After pulling them on, I picked the phone back up and reached for the packet of cigarettes on the coffee table. I made my way to the French doors, unlocked them, and pushed them open, still trying to think of a logical reason as to why Halo had ghosted. That had never happened to me before, ever. Usually, it was the other way around.

Planting my ass on one of the Adirondack chairs, I stared at my phone, trying to decide what the fuck to do next, because thisthis was so far outside the norm for me that I had no clue what was expected of me right now. Was anything?

Fuckin Halo. I swear, ever since hed shown up, hed had me all kinds of messed up. I wasnt the insecure type, but here I was before the ass crack of dawn staring at my phone like a schmuck and wondering if hed run away because Id done something to upset him.

Had I hurt him? No. I knew Halo had enjoyed himself. Hell, Id made sure he got off before I even thought about it, and when he came all over my hand and his ass had tightened around me, Id had a difficult time holding back to give him what hed asked for.

But I did. I gave him exactly what hed asked for. He used me, I used him, and there was no reason I should be sitting out here feeling Shit, I didnt know what I was feeling. But it was nothing good.

Opening up a new thread on my phone, I shot off a quick text to the angel. Correction, I shot off a quick lame text. You okay?

I wasnt sure how long I stared at the phone, three, five, ten minutes. But when I got no reply, I shook my head and reached for my pack of cigarettes. As I lit up, I stared out at the white wash crashing onto the sand and couldnt stop my mind from replaying in vivid detail the words, the images, the sublime feeling of finally having Halo in my bed, and I knew I was screwed. Once hadnt been enough for me; Id woken up wanting the unthinkablemore. But judging by the angels vanishing routine and my unsatisfied cock, it seemed like once was all I was going to get.