Page 26 of Jingle Bell Rock

“Bonsoir, mon coeur. We missed you the last couple of hours, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

Robbie turned so he was facing the two of us and nodded. “Terribly. It felt like days, not hours. No leaving, ever again.”

I grinned and leaned in to kiss Robbie’s rosy cheek. “That’s what I like to hear from my men.”

“It’s true. So, is everything up to your standards?” Priest asked, as Robbie moved into the crook of my arm and hugged my side.

“It is. Giselle did a great job, and as you can see, Paige, who’s running the event, is clearly at the top of her game.”

“You’re telling me. This place looks amazing. I’ve been taking videos to show everyone back home.”

I squeezed Robbie’s hand and then gestured toward the crowd. “I guess we should go find our spots.”

Priest nodded and took Robbie’s other hand, then weaved us through the crowd. When we reached the roped-off area of one of the VIP sections, we were ushered in just in time for Ace to exit the stage and the lights to go down.

Robbie squealed and jumped up and down, clearly thrilled with both his place in the crowd and what we were about to see, and a second later the heavenly notes of Fallen Angel’s “Invitation” filled the arena.

I closed my eyes and let the melody wash over me, and when a loud gasp rippled through the crowd, I opened my eyes to see a piano on center stage that made my mouth fall open.

Mon Dieu. It was like something out of a dream. With feathered wings that looked ready to open up and carry the man at the piano off the stage, Halo looked ethereal, breathtaking, and one hundred percent the star he was.

The rest of the band joined him as soon as the drums kicked in, and as they really got into the heart of the song, they had the crowd eating out of the palms of their hands.

The song then shifted tempo and everyone pulled out their phones to sway along with Halo’s angelic voice as he brought the song to a close.

“Good evening, L.A.!” he called out at the top of his lungs, and when everyone responded, he flashed a heart-stopping smile. “Thanks for coming out and spending your Saturday night with us! We know this is a Christmas concert and most of you are trying to be on your best behavior for Santa, but tonight I think we’re gonna shake things up a little.” He glanced over his shoulder to his bandmates. “What do you say, guys?”

“Hell yes,” Viper responded. “Get them on that naughty list, Angel. That’s where all the fun happens.”

Halo turned back to face us. “So, what do you all say, L.A.? Want to get a little bit naughty with us tonight?”

The crowd boomed out a resounding Yes! and Robbie looked over his shoulder at Priest and I and waggled his brows. It was clear our princesse was ready and willing to do whatever it took to get on that list.

“Then what are you waiting for? We’ve got some balls to turn blue—Christmas balls. So guys, let’s get ‘Hard.’”

Viper’s guitar growled through the stadium like a hungry beast as Slade started in with a pounding drum rhythm, accompanied by Killian’s throbbing bass, and the only thought that came to mind with music like that was sex.

When Halo took the mic and started to sing about being sexually frustrated in the most indecent of ways, Robbie turned to Priest and me and made it his mission to put those words into action.

Rubbing his lithe body up against the both of us, Robbie did his best to drive the two of us out of our minds, and by the time the second chorus hit, we had him flush between us. Priest’s eyes were steely grey, and his lips pulled tight as he moved along Robbie’s back side and kissed his way up his neck. I, meanwhile, got the pleasure of feeling that lovely, hard cock of Robbie’s rubbing against mine.

The flirt was incorrigible, and all I could think was thank God this was an eighteen-and-up charity event, because this song was set to make everyone in the room a little merrier—and hornier.

Robbie aimed a cheeky smile at me, his beautiful face full of arousal and pleasure, and just as I was about to indulge my desire to kiss his shiny lips, the music suddenly stopped and the spotlights, giant video screens, and icicles dripping from the ceiling above went out—and the arena plunged into darkness.

Sixteen

Shaw

“SO AFTER THEY finish ‘Get You Alone,’ you’ll come out for the duet,” Paige said, showing the schedule on her clipboard to Trent. “Hopefully it’ll run smoother than yesterday. After that, you’re free.”

Trent nodded as he shrugged on his leather jacket. “I talked to Kill earlier, and he assured me there wouldn’t be an issue. We’ll see about that.”

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