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For better enjoyment, I recommend reading this after reading Fresh Start (Cedarwood Beach #1)

Leo and Dawson

Bonus Scene from Fresh Start 

Leo


Walking onto the set made me giddy like a sixteen-year-old who was about to have sex for the first time.


Only this was better. My dream, my hard work, was finally a reality. I’d been in and out of studio meetings, fittings, screen testings and rehearsals since I officially got the role of Death Knight four months ago, but there was nothing like walking onto the set of a made-up city in full costume.


The crew and the director turned their heads to look at me, and I felt uncomfortable. I was used to being in the spotlight, but not as this, not as an actor. It made me nervous. Like an impostor.


What if they started shooting a scene and realized I wasn’t right for the role? What if they realized they’d made a mistake and they needed to find a new guy to play Death Knight?


I looked at the people surrounding me and tried to straighten my shoulders and assume the confidence needed to play the character. The extra few pounds I’d gained in muscle helped for sure, and so did the neoprene costume laced with spandex and leather that made me look the part.


The pressure of performing well and proving the producers had made the right choice made me hot inside the costume. Sweat built up at the small of my back. My breath deepened and my fingers tingled with nerves.


After so many months of preparation, you’d have thought I’d be ready to do this. Seize the day and grab the opportunity to prove my worth. But I still felt like Leo Karras, the bad boy from One Shot who had issues with alcohol.


I was about to turn back and retreat to my trailer, but my eyes met the blue of Dawson’s and my tension eased. There he was, my man, my boyfriend, my soul mate, standing by my side no matter what. Having him here in the studio gave me more strength than I knew what to do with. Dawson’s love and support was something I could get used to and addicted to.


Dawson started clapping and soon the rest of the crew, the extras and the cast followed suit. The energy around the studio was warmer and far more welcoming than when I’d walked in.


I turned to look at him again and smirked. Dawson shrugged and continued to clap.


“Okay, everyone. Get into positions,” the director shouted into his megaphone when the applause died down.

And so I did. I was ready. Ready to face my biggest fears and my biggest dreams.


We broke for lunch way past lunchtime. It had been a full-on first day and I was starving. It had been strange being the first to get my hands on a plate of food, which I took to my trailer where it was quieter. I needed to mingle and socialize, but I had the next twelve weeks to do that.


When I brought the fork to my mouth and bit into the food, there was a knock on the door. Who else could it be other than him, my boyfriend, my soul, my everything?


He stepped up, his blond hair styled to the side and his smile irresistible.


“Are you hiding from me?” he asked.


“Of course not. I’m hiding from everyone else but you.” I gave him a hug.


“Good,” he replied and I felt my man’s breath on my nape, which made my hairs stand. “You are so sexy in this costume. Can we take it home?”


My cock shifted in my pants.


“I don’t know about that. They would hardly let me take pictures of it during fittings. Why? What do you have in mind?”


I knew damn well what he had in mind, but I wanted him to say it out loud.


Dawson didn’t move away from my arms, but he traced his hands down the small of my back until they reached my butt cheeks.


“Mmm, I don’t know,” he hummed, “like, naughty stuff.”


I squeezed him tighter and rubbed his shoulder blades.


“We can do naughty stuff in here,” I said.


At that, Dawson grabbed me by the ass with both hands and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips and brought my lips down for a kiss.


My dick throbbed inside my costume and Dawson’s erection pushed again my balls.


“Baby, stop. Or I’ll come in my pants,” he muttered when I started grinding on his cock.


“How about you come inside me instead?” I whispered in his ear.


He pulled his head back to look at me and I bit my lip.


“Can we?” he asked.


“I didn’t realize we needed permission to fuck,” I replied.


“But you’re in full costume,” he said.


I jumped off him and grabbed him by the T-shirt, dragging him down to the couch with me.


“We’ll be careful,” I said.


He helped me with the zip of the pants, which was hidden under patches of leather, and uncovered my ass.


He went down on all fours and licked my hole while I bit back the moan climbing up my throat. His tongue penetrated the muscle and wetted me with his warm saliva. My cock pulsed and begged for some attention.


And boy, did he give it some. He took turns sucking me and prepping my hole until I came so close to being undone, I had to stop him.


My man unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop on the floor and allowing a slick of spit to lubricate his length, he pressed the head against my hole.


His cock prodded my prostate, and I took deep breaths that Dawson drowned with his kisses.


He built up a rhythm and touched me everywhere.


“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot in this suit. I could fuck you from here to eternity,” he said as he pounded harder into me, and I had to shut my mouth before I let out a big growl and the entire set heard us.


“We’ve got all the time in the world to do just that,” I managed to say after a while.


He kissed me harder. Pounded me faster. Held me tighter.


“You’re mine. And only mine,” he said in between thrusts, his voice muffled by my mouth.


“Always, baby. Always, my star,” I replied, and Dawson cried out as his hot seed shot inside me.


He collapsed on top of me, and I showered him with kisses and touches. We stayed there for a few moments while he got his senses back, and his strength to stand, but when he pulled his dick out, he came down to my own and wrapped his mouth around it.


“What are you doing?” I asked, my dick responding to his touch.


“I can’t let you back on the set with a hard-on. Everyone will see it, and I don’t want anyone eyeing up your cock,” he said and went back to business.


I laughed, and my laughter turned into a gasp, which turned into a hiss.


That, right there, was pure bliss. How could I have been so lucky to not only have the best part in the world but also have the love of my life with me, every day, pleasuring me and loving me, while I did the same?


It might have been late and taken a long time, but our second chance at love had been more than worth the wait.


I grabbed his chin, stopping him from sucking me off, and made Dawson look at me. I liked the sight of him at the mercy of my dick. It was a look I could get used to. A look I was already used to.


“What?” Dawson asked like a kid whose lollipop had been snatched away.


“I love you,” I said.


How could I be so lucky to find this man twice and build a life together? Had someone told me a year ago this was where I’d be, I’d have told them to fuck off and then flip them the bird for good measure.


But I hadn’t just found him, had I? I’d found my sense of family anew. And this, right here, this moment in time and all the moments ahead, was the happiest I was and the happiest I’d ever be.


“I love you, too.” Dawson  smiled. “Now can I please continue pleasuring you?”


“Since you asked so nicely.” I laughed and Dawson returned his focus to my cock.


It didn’t take me long to come. And Dawson drank every single drop.


“I can’t wait to do this again tomorrow.” Dawson chuckled and came up for a kiss.


“Don’t get used to it, mister. I don’t want to give anyone the impression I’m a slut,” I said and squeezed Dawson’s face with my hand, inserting my tongue into his mouth.


“But... but you promised all the naughty times,” he said, faking a sad face.


“God, I love you so much,” I repeated. “We can have all the naughty times you want.”


How could I say no to this guy?


“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Dawson said. “I have the sexiest, hottest, sweetest man in the world. I will never stop loving you, baby. Never.”


My heart did funny things and I planted a soft kiss on Dawson’s nose to appease it.


We had finally found our happy ever after.

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