Filthy Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 3)

“It’s stupid to even consider it. I mean, it would be such a long shot. I don’t know why I’m even worrying.”

I take a deep breath. She’s avoiding telling me something, and I have a strong feeling it has something to do with us not being together. “Tell me.”

She juts out her bottom lip, inhaling deeply like I’d just done. “There’s this company called Devonshire. It’s one of the biggest graphic design firms in the world, and well, Mr. Patrick thinks I have a good chance of being hired with them.”

This is great news, but the look on Shayne’s face isn’t a happy one. And then, it dawns on me. “It’s not in Vegas, is it?”

She shakes her head. “New York.”

I blow out a deep breath. “Wow.” It takes me a second to process what she’s saying.

She cuts in before I can say anything more, “They just lost their in-house graphic designer, and they’re looking for a new one. Mr. Patrick thinks I’m good enough to get the job.”

“Of course you’re good enough. They’d be stupid not to want you.” I’m surprised at how calm I appear, even though I’m kind of freaking out. There’s a caveman inside me, ripping down the walls surrounding my heart to let her in and never leave.

“Was it one of the contracts you received?”

She nods. “I’m sure there are thousands of other applicants with way more experience. There isn’t any reason for me to think a newly graduated student would get the job over them.”

“Bullshit. Like I already said they’d be stupid not to snatch you up.”

Her eyes look at the ceiling as she avoids me.

“Hey,” I say, touching her cheek so she’ll look at me. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out. I just found you. I’m not letting you go that easily.”

Her eyes fill with tears. “I don’t want to let you go either.”

“It’ll be fine.” I kiss the top of her head, but I have this sinking feeling in my chest, like nothing will ever be ok with us.

“It will be. And if I even get the job I don’t think I want it anyway.”

I stare at her, wanting more than anything to talk her out of the job to stay with me. But what kind of man would I be if I kept her from her dream job just out of my own selfishness? “No, you’ll take this job. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime job.”

She smiles, but it’s a small one. “It would be pretty amazing to land this job.”

“I think you’ll be a shoo in. When do you find out?”

“They want me to send them some samples.”

My heart does something funny in my chest and I realize right now I don’t want this woman to leave me.

15

Shayne

We head home, both of us not really talking once we arrive at Damien’s house. My insides are in some sort of turmoil. I want to burrow myself in a nice little hole out here in Vegas and never leave, but at the same time I really want the job with Devonshire. Mainly to be able to prove to myself that I’m worth more than I give myself credit for.

“Follow me.” Damien takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom. He turns the water on, lifting his shirt off as soon as he’s done. “Take a shower with me.”

I nod, removing my clothes as he undresses too.

We step under the hot spray of water. Damien’s body hardens as he stares at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, reaching out to wash me with a soapy sponge.

I lean into his touch, loving the feel of having someone take care of me. Damien’s too good to be true, but for now I’m going to wring out as much good as I can. I take the sponge from Damien doing a thorough job like he had done with me. I drop the sponge and decide to use my hands instead. This way I’m able to feel all the hard muscles he has to offer.

When I get to his legs I get down on my knees. Damien’s pupils dilate as I pull his hardness all the way into my mouth. The hot water pounds on my back as I suck him in and out. Our eyes stay connected.

Damien fists my hair, his mind lost in passion. “Fuck, this feels so good.”

His words egg me on, and I pick up my pace, sucking him deep down until the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Shayne. Damn, I love watching you suck my big cock into your mouth.”

I’m so turned on by his words that I go crazy on him. I suck and suck like my life depends on it, not wanting to ever let this man go.

“That’s right. Suck me deep, baby.” He closes his eyes and bites his lower lip. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”