Page 19 of Sensation Fantasies 1
Kiera snorted. “Of course not.”
“Then what’s the problem? We all signed NDAs.”
“True, but what if he thinks we’re stalking him?”
“Because we bought tickets to his show?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s why they put on concerts. They want to make money, baby.”
“I know that, but—”
“But you feel as though we had a moment with him?”
“Kinda.”
I got it. We didhave a moment with him. When I was two fingers deep inside of her, Vaughn and I had locked eyes for a few seconds. It was as though he wished he was me. Or maybe he just wanted to see if I was okay with him watching. Whatever the case, I knew that a celebrity who went to a sex club and signed an NDA wasn’t going to make it awkward. And so what if he did? I mean, it wasn’t as though he fucked Kiera’s pussy while I took her ass.
“If you don’t want—”
“No!” she shouted. “I want to go.”
“Good. And who knows, maybe we can recreatethe momentagain with him while he’s on stage.”
For the past two weeks, I’d woken my wife up before our alarms, even when I wasn’t due at the fire station for my shift. Something had triggered inside of me since Sensation. Kiera had given me the rundown on how the memberships worked, and we had a plan to go one more time to see if we wanted the full package—we knew that one would need Pearl, and the other would need the higher package if we wanted more.
Unlike the night we went to Sensation, Kiera took much longer to get ready for the concert. It was probably because we both were thinking that Vaughn would see us in the front row, and she wanted to make sure she looked good for him. Truth be told, I wanted to see his face when he saw us. I wanted to see if recognition crossed his face. I wanted to see if there was still the desire burning in his eyes.
When Dom and I searched for the venue to buy the tickets, we found out that the concert was being held at the El Rey Theatre in the art deco district in LA. That meant that it wasn’t at a huge stadium, and there was a greater chance Vaughn would see us. I hadn’t seen a concert there before, but from what I’d seen online, we were going to be within arm’s length of the band—within arm’s length of Vaughn.
The kids were with Kiera’s parents, and therefore, we had the house to ourselves when the concert was over. We were making a night of it with dinner, drinks, and then the rock concert.
After we had dinner and drinks down the street at a Korean barbecue restaurant, we walked a few blocks to El Rey. “Are you excited?” I asked Kiera as we strolled hand in hand.
She looked up at me. “Are you kidding me?”
I smirked. “I know you are, and I feel as though I should get jealous that you got all dolled up forhim.”
“Dolled up?” She laughed. She was dressed in jeans, a sequined, short, light-pink tank top that showed some of her flat stomach, and black heels. Her long brown hair was up in a high ponytail with some sort of poof on the top of her head. She was gorgeous as always.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you taking your time getting ready tonight.”
She stopped walking and grabbed my arm for me to stop. “You really are jealous, aren’t you?”
I smirked. I wasn’t jealous at all. I was—excited too. I felt as though I was fulfilling my wife’s fantasy of being with the hot rock star, even though we weren’t going to fuck him. We were going to be within feet—or even inches—of Vaughn, and thinking about it made my blood race and my dick stiffen because I knew how wet and turned on Kiera would become.
Then I would take her home and fuck her all night since the kids weren’t home.
I stepped forward, and she stepped back, pressing her back against a brick wall. I lowered my voice and whispered into her ear, “No, baby. I’m turned on.”
“You are?” she whispered back.
I rose my head and looked into her light brown eyes. “I don’t know why, but the thought of him wanting what’s mine makes me fucking hard as a rock.”
Kiera smirked. “I like the new Ward.”
I chuckled. “Is that right?”
