Platinum (All That Glitters #3) (20 page)

The song came to a close on a heartbreakingly mellow note, and Damon quickly mixed it into another song, letting the track take over.

He sank back into his chair and looked up at Chloe. “That was killer.”

She smiled. “That’s my life, baby.”

“You guys were great together,” Cadence said.

Trihn had completely forgotten that she was there. “Yeah, it was perfect,” Trihn said.

Anxiety gnawed at her stomach. She wanted to be happy and just live in this moment with her boyfriend. But all she felt was fear, a mingling deep fear, because they had, in fact, sounded incredible together.

Damon stood from his seat and walked right past Chloe, as if she weren’t even there. When he kissed Trihn, it obliterated every bad thought she’d ever had. There was nothing between him and Chloe. Trihn had been overreacting all over again.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her lips.

She laughed, a little light-headed from that kiss. “You’re welcome.”

“And thank you, Chloe. That was a lot of fun.”

“It was,” Chloe said, her cheeks pink. “Now that I’ve announced my presence to everyone, I guess I have to go, but this was a great time. I hope I come back to Las Vegas soon, so I can hang out with you all again. Tell Bryna good-bye for me, okay?”

Trihn nodded. “I will.”

Chloe gave Trihn, Damon, and Jimmy each a quick hug and then followed Mateo from the premises.

Cadence had a huge smile on her face. “Sorry again about earlier. I’m going to head out.” She nodded at both of them before following Chloe.

As soon as the door shut, Damon started walking Trihn backward toward the soundboard. His hands roamed up the sides of her tight black dress. When her butt hit the table, Damon pushed his computer out of the way and hoisted her up so that she was sitting on the edge, facing him.

“That was crazy,” he said. His lips hungrily landed on hers. A heated desire rose off of him from his adrenaline rush.

“I know. You were amazing.”

“You know what’s amazing? The way you look in this dress.”

Trihn laughed huskily. His hands ran down her sides to her exposed thighs and hiked her legs up around his waist.

“I thought you were trying to stay professional at work,” she murmured.

“I was thinking I could go back to that after I fucked you.”

The lights were dim, and from a distance below, they had to be just silhouettes. Up until she had started dating a DJ of her own, she had never really looked up at the man behind the music.

Now, she couldn’t stop staring.

Damon was gorgeous and dominating and sensual.

He flipped his baseball cap off his head, and she ran her hands through his messy dark hair as he leaned forward to kiss her. He was greedy and amped up from the performance, making him more aggressive.

She nibbled on his bottom lip. He groaned, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their lips melded together, and passion took ahold of them, leaving behind the dark club, the chaotic, boisterous crowd below, and even the music until it was just them.

“God, I’m so fucking glad you’re here right now,” he said, pressing her back into the booth.

She lay flat, backward, and raised her arms, giving him the perfect view of her body.

“And how do you want me?” she teased.

He firmly grabbed her thighs in his hands and yanked her body down toward him until her ass was just teetering on the edge. Her dress had ridden all the way up to her hips. He traced the outline of her underwear, and she writhed, eager for his touch.

“Right here, right now”—he tugged her underwear down her body and discarded it onto the floor—“where the sound of the club will drown out your screams.”

His hands ran back up her legs before his fingers circled her opening, coating them with her wetness. She tried to hold steady, but the feel of him made her shudder beneath him.

“God, you’re so ready,” he said, plunging two fingers deep into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried.

“You did something for me tonight, and I have every intention of returning the favor.”

“It was nothing,” she said. “I enjoyed watching you with your music.”

He smirked and flipped his hair out of his eyes. He looked ready to devour her alive.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy watching you, too.”

Damon leaned forward and claimed her mouth once more. His tongue lashed out, and they took their desires out on one another.

It was feral and intoxicating, power-hungry and demanding. The force of a million blasted supernovas shattering into the solar system collided into this one moment. It was heaven and hell and eternity. It was the hope that humanity needed to survive a continually heartbreaking existence. It was the reason that love conquered all. This one kiss meant
everything.

And they both gave in to it. Letting the moment sweep them away, they forgot their pasts and any consequences of their actions because where they were right now was all that mattered.

Trihn sat back up a little to grab at his pants. She unbuckled his jeans and pulled the zipper down to the base. Damon was still wrestling with her lips while his hands tangled in her hair when she yanked his pants to the ground.

He looked at her with hunger in his eyes. She met his gaze. He pushed his boxers to the ground next, freeing his cock. Her eyes darted down to it, and a smile crossed her lips.

“See something you like?” he joked before laying her back flat against the empty booth.

“Mmhmm.”

Then, without warning, he slammed into her. She rocketed forward with the momentum, but he didn’t stop. He just grasped her hips and worked back and forth into her. He grabbed one of her legs and put it up onto his shoulder, stiletto high heel and all. The change in angle forced him deeper, and she cried out as he thrust into her.

Her world was spinning. Everything was teetering on the precipice of this moment, waiting for her to fall over the edge into oblivion.

“All I wanted was this—just me and you together.”

He leaned his elbow on the table, and she was glad that she still had her dancer’s flexibility. Then, he used the added leverage to steadily drive into her until she was crying out into the abyss.

Their voices carried out into the crowd beyond and were lost to the noise of the pulsing nightclub. Heat radiated off their skin, and sweat slicked their foreheads.

Her breathing was labored as she fought to hold back the waves crashing down all around her. She was going to lose it.

Trihn grasped for his hand and pulled him back down to her, letting her leg drop to the side. She voraciously kissed him, knowing that she was about to split apart.

“I can feel you holding back,” Damon growled against her lips. “Let go. Come for me.”

“Fuck,” she murmured. “Come with me.”

Then, they both let go and the tidal wave crashed down over them as they succumbed to the release.

TRIHN ROLLED OVER IN BED
and snuggled against her boyfriend. A sigh escaped her lips at that thought—her boyfriend…her talented, wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend, who she had spent the entire night with at his apartment.

She let loose another soft noise, and her hand ran down his toned chest to the six-pack abs hiding beneath the baby-blue sheet.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “You keep purring like that, and I’m going to have to give you a reason to purr.”

“I wasn’t purring,” she said, trailing her fingers along every defined ridge down to the waistband of his boxers. She popped the material between her fingers, causing him to squirm beneath her.

He flipped over on top of her, going from just waking up to fully awake in a split second. She pushed back into the bed and smirked up at him.

“You most definitely were,” he whispered.

His kisses weren’t rushed. They were gentle and tender, laced with the strength from last night.

They had both worn themselves out at Posse and then back at his apartment afterward. The adrenaline had finally worn off during the early hours of the morning, and they had slept straight through to the afternoon.

Trihn knew she needed to get up and put in some hours on her designs. Samples were due this week, and she had so much work left to do. But when Damon started kissing down her front, removing her panties as he went, she reveled in the early-morning lust that clouded her vision.

She let him take the lead as he slipped back inside her sore body. His hand cradled her head as he started moving. She stared up into his dark eyes and saw nothing but warmth and love mirrored back at her. It was staggering to walk into this realm so quickly. But she had promised to let herself fall for him, despite her past relationships, and right now, she was head over heels.

They finished together at their own pace and then lay there on the bed, panting from exhaustion.

Damon leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You should take a relaxing shower. I’m going to make us breakfast. How do you take your coffee?”

Trihn sighed. “Coffee sounds amazing. Where did you come from?”

“I’ve always been here. I was just waiting for you, I guess.”

“Good answer. I’ll take cream and sugar. Don’t drown it.”

He laughed. “Got it.”

Trihn hopped off the bed and jumped into the shower. It was steaming hot as the water cascaded down her back. She washed off last night’s sexcapades until she was squeaky clean. Then, she turned off the water, dried off, and wrapped the towel tight around her body. She located a pair of boxers and a T-shirt from Damon’s drawer and slipped into them. Then, she tied her hair up into a bun at the top of her head and trotted out into the kitchen.

“Oh my God, it smells good,” she said. She came around the island and circled her hands around his middle.

Damon had put on basketball shorts, but he was still shirtless, and it was a sight to behold.

“I hope you like French toast.”

“My favorite.”

“Your coffee is on the counter.”

She reached for it and took a careful sip. It was still piping hot but delicious. “Hazelnut?” she guessed.

“Yeah. You like it?”

“It’s great. You have some high-tech coffee stuff over here,” she observed.

There were an assortment of different grinders, brewers, and various beans. It smelled like heaven.

“I’m kind of a coffee snob. I like to grind and brew my own coffee. I live off of the stuff.”

“Well, you have excellent taste, it seems.”

“Mmm, I would agree with that.”

He slid two pieces of French toast onto a plate, and she loaded them up with butter and syrup. She sat down at a barstool at the island and ate while he cooked for himself.

“Did Mel teach you how to cook?” she asked between mouthfuls.

“Yeah. My mum is talented, as you could tell. She said you could come over again for dinner, if you wanted. I think she likes you.”

Trihn blew out a breath of relief. “That’s good.”

“She seems worried about you and your family though.”

“Oh, that,” Trihn said. “I haven’t spoken to anyone in her family since speaking to my mom that day. She wanted me to come home to look at wedding dresses”

“What do you think about that?” he asked. He dropped another piece of French toast onto her plate and then turned off the stove.

“I can’t go back home right now. I’m swamped with work for the fashion show. I still have to decide on a few more pieces. I need to get models. I have to work the designs into runway material. I have so much to do.”

“I know. But how do you feel about the wedding?” Damon took the seat next to her.

Trihn looked down at her plate. This was the moment of truth. She hated breaking this spell that they were under, post-coital bliss and all that. But if she was going to give one hundred percent to this relationship, then she needed to be honest with him about what was bothering her.

“So, you know how I said that Preston cheated on Lydia?”

Damon nodded.

“Well, it was with me.”

Damon nearly spit out the food he had just put into his mouth. He coughed and slammed his fist on his chest to try to clear his throat. “What?” he gasped out.

“It was a long time ago. We met right after I graduated high school. I thought he was single. He was my first real boyfriend, the first boy I ever loved. I invited him to go away with me and my family to the Hamptons at the end of the summer, but he said he couldn’t go because he had to work. It turned out, he was going away with Lydia to the Hamptons, and he just thought that they were going alone.”

Damon’s jaw was practically on the ground. “He had been with your sister the whole time?”

“Yes. When I told Lydia, she seemed like she understood. She was going to end it, and I would stay in New York and go to NYU.”

“Really? NYU?”

“Yeah. I had been accepted there and had plans to go until all of this went down. But Preston manipulated Lydia into believing that he hadn’t been serious with either of us and that he actually just wanted to be with Lydia.”

“And she bought that bullshit?” he asked.

“Hook, line, and sinker.”

“Wow.”

“But he had no intention of breaking up with me, and he would have continued with the lie, if neither Lydia or I had found out. We actually…had sex in the Hamptons that week after I knew he was with Lydia.”