Page 18 of Sensation Fantasies 1
“You wanna get laid all weekend like I did?” Well, shit, I hadn’t meant to slip and confirm that Kiera and I had a nice weekend fucking, but I was trying to talk him into it. I needed this for Kiera. She would be ecstatic to see Vaughn work his guitar up-close and personal, so I went on, not missing a beat, “Then you take your woman to a rock concert and get front row tickets.”
He thought for a moment. “Well, you are eighty, so you must know what you’re talking about.”
I laughed, throwing my head back. “Fuck you.” Dominic was in his twenties, and I was working my way to mid-forty.
“But”—he pointed his finger at me—“you do have a point. Shelly would love it.”
“See?” I agreed and closed my locker after grabbing my bag. “Stick with me, kid, and I’ll teach you how to stay married going on fifteen years. Now, let’s go buy those tickets.”
“I thought you needed to check with your wife?”
I beamed. “Trust me, she’s gonna love this.”
“I have a surprise for you,” I stated into my truck’s Bluetooth. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I drove home, so I’d called Kiera at her office.
“Oh yeah?” Kiera asked.
“Yep.”
“What is it?”
“Well, first”—I switched lanes to get onto the freeway—“why didn’t you tell me that Flirting with Fire was kicking off their tour here in LA?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“Baby?”
“Are you shitting me right now?”
“You didn’t know?” I questioned. How didn’t she know?
“When did they announce that?” I heard clicking through my speakers as though Kiera was typing on her computer.
“A few hours ago.”
“Oh, my God.”
I grinned as I merged with the flow of traffic that was always a thing in LA. “Do you want to know my surprise?”
“Yes!”
My smile widened more. “I got us front row tickets.”
Silence filled the air again.
“Kiera?”
“You—you did?”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
“What if he sees us?” She didn’t need to tell me who.
“You don’t want him to?”
There was another pause. “I don’t know, Ward. We’re not in the red glow of”—she lowered her voice—“Sensation anymore.”
“What?” I snickered. “You think he’s going to pull you on stage and announce to the theater that he saw me fingering your pretty pussy?”
