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“He usually does demonstrations,” Vaughn stated a few moments later.
“Demonstrations?” I questioned.
“His art.”
I blinked. I’d never been into BDSM before, and honestly, I had no clue what Vaughn was talking about, but I didn’t want to sound like an idiot so, I just replied, “Oh, right.”
Vaughn grinned and turned his attention back to—the show. I supposed it was a show. I took another sip of my whiskey and looked over at my mute wife. I gave her a look to fucking talk to the guy. Kiera took a big gulp of her vodka and cranberry, and before she replied, Vaughn spoke again.
“Did you two enjoy the show last weekend?”
“We did,” Kiera replied with a smile. “We actually thought you weren’t coming tonight because of your tour.”
Vaughn smirked. “I never miss a night at Sensation. It was only a thirty-minute flight from Fresno, and I came straight here.” He turned and faced us instead of the demonstration. “But, my show last Saturday wasn’t as good as the one happening in the front row.” Kiera choked on her cocktail, and Vaughn grinned wider. “Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.”
Holy shit. Was it about to happen? I knew my wife fantasized about it, and I had told her that I wanted to fulfill her fantasies, but could I let ithappen? Could I watch another man pleasure my wife? Could I join in? Whenever I fantasized about threesomes, it was always with another woman, not another man. But this was Kiera, and this was Sensation, and this was where people came to spice things up or live out their deepest, darkest desires.
Kiera and I locked eyes, and I smiled at her, trying to show her that whatever she wanted to do, I would be okay with it. “Not being shy,” Kiera replied.
He stepped closer to her. “Then, are you going to let me join this time?”
She swallowed and then breathed, “Yes.”
CHAPTER NINE
Kiera
My heart was racing as Vaughn took another step closer, the red glow for the lights making his white tuxedo shirt look pink. My gaze moved to Ward to see if he was truly okay with what was about to happen. I was, and my body was on fire.
Ward gave me a slight nod, and then my gaze moved upward just as Vaughn cupped my cheek, and his lips came down upon mine. They felt foreign at first as they pressed against my own because I hadn’t kissed someone else besides Ward in over seventeen years. Hadn’t wanted to until now. Ididwant to kiss Vaughn—and I was—but only because my husband was standing next to me and giving me his approval.
This was about sex and not feelings.
This was about finding out what made us tick.
This was about Ward and me, and Vaughn happened to be the person helping us discover who we were sexually. Plus, the thought of having two strong, sexy as hell men pleasuring me at the same time was making me all hot and bothered.
Vaughn licked the seam of my lips, and I opened for him. As his tongue slipped inside, I reached my hand out for Ward. I wanted my husband to know we were in this together, and my focus was on him too and not only of the man kissing me. Ward moved closer as he took my hand and then he kissed the back of it. I relaxed a little, melting more as Vaughn deepened the kiss, causing me to moan. He was an excellent kisser, but it felt as though that just by his kiss, things were progressing at a rapid rate, and even though I was open to having a threesome with him and my husband, I wasn’t ready to have it in a room full of people. No matter if others were fucking around us.
I broke the kiss and moved to Ward, placing my lips against his. I did it so I could whisper into his ear that we needed to go to a private room or something, but then Vaughn started to kiss the back of my neck as he pressed up against me from behind. He felt hard, and so was Ward as I was sandwiched between the two men.
After a few moments, I broke the kiss with Ward and whispered, hoping he could hear me over the music, “Can we go to the cabanas?”
Ward looked slightly up at Vaughn to meet his eyes. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
Vaughn smirked as I turned around to look at him. “I know the perfect place.”
Ward and I downed our drinks, and after setting the empty glasses on a tray, Vaughn took my hand, and I grabbed onto Ward with my other. I expected Vaughn to lead us outside. Instead, we walked toward the stairs.
“We’re going upstairs?” I questioned.
“Yes,” Vaughn replied as he took the first step up. “I have a room.”
I smiled slightly as I remembered that to have a room, you needed to be a Diamond member. When I looked at Ward once we ascended the stairs, I noticed that he looked more relaxed too. This was new for him as well, and would probably be easier for him if we were with another woman, but we were with a muscular man with callused fingers and not a woman with soft hands.
As we made our way down the hall, I thought I saw the back of Peyton’s teal dress enter one of the rooms. I remembered that she said Booker was a Diamond member. Would I want to become a Diamond member? Or Ward? Would we want to have a private room to live out all of our fantasies?
We got to a door, and Vaughn entered. The lights were already on, and after we all crossed the threshold, he locked the door behind us.
