Page 30 of Sensation Fantasies 3
She handed me the black garment bag I had left with her the month before. “Here’s your tux.”
“Thanks.”
I pulled my phone from my duffle bag to text Vaughn but saw that he’d texted me. I smiled as I read the text. I missed him too.
As the limo drove to Sensation, I tried my best to change into my tux.
“Are you excited to see your boyfriend?” Leigh sing-songed.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. Vaughn was right: the guys hadn’t suspected a thing when he was at the bar. “I don’t think he’s my boyfriend.”
“But you want him to be.”
I slipped on my shoes. “You know it’s complicated.”
I didn’t know what we were, but I was enjoying getting to know him. I liked him a lot, and even though I’d never been in love, I had a feeling that if things progressed between us, I would fall in love with him. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a man: handsome, tall, talented, funny, caring, and could rock my world. Even though I was busy traveling, I also knew that when the season was over, I would have more time to see what we could be. If he went on tour, and I wasn’t at spring training, and if it wasn’t during the regular season, I would try to go to each show no matter where it was.
She took a sip of the champagne she was drinking. “I know, but you can keep that on the DL.”
“We already are,” I reminded her.
“I know. I’m just happy you have a boyfriend now.”
“Thanks, honey.”
“But if he breaks your heart, I will break his dick off.”
I chuckled and threw my head back. “I’ll let him know.”
We talked about her upcoming TV show, my upcoming games, and then we finally pulled up to the mansion. After we got out, and she got us inside, Leigh smiled. “Have fun tonight.”
I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then walked through the black drapes and went in search of Vaughn. It was weird walking through the house and looking at people touching and fucking as I searched for the one and only guy I wanted to see. This time, though, I wasn’t a nervous virgin. I was a man on a mission. So I didn’t pay any attention to anyone except looking for Vaughn. To me, we were the only ones in the mansion.
I made my way through the downstairs and was about to give up when I walked outside and saw him lying on a lounge chair by the pool. His hair was up in a messy bun, and he had his tux jacket off and his hands behind his head as he looked up at the sky. I shrugged out of my tux jacket and threw it onto an empty chair next to him.
“Hey,” he greeted.
I smiled and crawled up the lounge chair and braced myself over him with my arms on either side of him. “Hey.”
“Did you win, baseball guy?”
I kissed him softly. “We did. Did you finish your album, band guy?”
“We did.”
Our mouths met again, eager enough to make my dick start to harden. Impatient, I started to grind myself on him.
“Do you want to go up to my room?”
I thought for a moment, my lips returning to his because I couldn’t stop. “Since you’re done with your album, does that mean you can come visit me when I have home games?”
“Do you want me to?”
I leaned on my side, both of us turning in on the small chair. “Of course I do.”
“What about your friends?”
“They won’t come over.”
