“Fuck, that makes me hard.” He roughly kissed her. His hands tangled up into her hair. “This hair. I’ve dreamed about pulling this hair.”
He knotted it in his hand and yanked until she arched her body, giving him access to her neck. His kisses traveled along the hollow of her neck to her collarbone, rubbing his chin across her skin and leaving wonderful fucking scratches.
His dick rubbed against her, and all thoughts of the orgasm she had given herself at the sound of his voice disappeared. There was nothing like the real thing. And she could give herself a pretty amazing orgasm without his help. She opened her legs wider for him, begging for him to be inside her.
And they bucked together at the same time. Their bodies joined, and Trihn released a low moan. It had been so long. Their thrusts were measured and in sync. Each of them was desperately hungry for the other. All those days apart had just fed the ache between them.
She let loose, clutching on to his back and digging her nails into his skin. He pumped three more fierce thrusts into her and then emptied himself with a cry.
Her fingers slowly relaxed, and she pulled him closer to her, leaving several light kisses across his shoulders.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too,” he said into her shoulder. He pulled back from her embrace and kissed her on the mouth. “I am so glad that I suggested you come to Atlanta. I will always remember that Atlanta is a good place.”
“Best idea you’ve ever had.”
“Working up the nerve to talk to you was the best idea I ever had.”
“Then, you wouldn’t have had any of this—the single, the record, the tour.”
“You. Just you.”
The pair quickly showered off the smell of sex and then headed out, hand in hand, to explore and find some food.
Damon donned his characteristic flat-brim hat and pulled it lower over his eyes than he normally wore it.
Trihn laughed. “Afraid you’re going to get mobbed?”
He made a face. “It happens on occasion. Chloe draws a crowd.”
“I saw that.”
“What do you mean?”
“The tabloids,” she said. He frowned, but she pushed forward, “They were all over New York at every magazine stand. Kind of hard to miss.”
“Yeah. Paparazzi hound her. It’s crazy.” He scratched the back of his head. “None of that stuff is true though.”
“I know,” she said automatically. “Unless you and Chloe had somehow met before I introduced you, I think it’s safe to assume that you didn’t have a secret love affair before you went public.”
Damon looked so shocked by what she had just said that all she could do was laugh.
“People are fucking saying that?” he asked.
“You rose out of obscurity. There must be a reason.”
“Or I just got lucky.”
“No. You’re talented. Talent recognizes talent.”
The pair entered Piedmont Park and started walking on one of the trails. Cyclists and runners flew by them as they leisurely strolled around, taking in the blisteringly hot and humid Atlanta summer.
They were almost to the other side of the park where Damon had gotten a recommendation for a place to eat when a group of girls who had to be in high school ran up to them. One girl in particular seemed to be the ringleader.
“Are you Damon Stone?” she asked in a rush.
His eyebrows shot up, and he apologetically glanced over at Trihn. “Yeah, I am.”
“Oh my God! Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re here. Is Chloe here with you?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t know where she is.”
“But you two are together.”
“I—”
“Who is this girl?” the girl asked, eyeing Trihn up and down. “If you’re cheating on Chloe, you’ll have the Avanaddicts after you.”
Trihn stared at this girl in disbelief. Clearly, she was not the only one who had seen the tabloids, and apparently, everyone else believed them.
Damon looked at the girl. “We’re not together.”
“Good. You’d better not be with someone else,” the girl said rather vehemently.
Damon had been talking about himself and Chloe, but the girl thought he’d meant himself and Trihn.
He opened his mouth to correct the girl, but she just kept talking, “Now, can you take a picture with me and my friends?”
He shrugged, slightly exasperated, and shot Trihn a sheepish look. “Sure. Why not?”
The girl thrust her phone into Trihn’s hand a bit begrudgingly. Trihn thought, at any minute, they might have a mini riot caused by a group of fifteen-year-olds on their hands. But after she took their picture, the girls disappeared, all whispering to themselves.
Damon shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea that was going to happen. I don’t go anywhere without Chloe or an escort. I didn’t think fans would even recognize me without her.” He anxiously glanced around. Some of Chloe’s fears about crowds had gotten to him. “We should probably get moving.” He took Trihn’s elbow and gestured for them to exit the park. “Last thing we want is for our location to be noted on Instagram and for the paparazzi to show up. I don’t want to drag you into the papers.”