Page 95 of Sweet Shots

She moves to the side of the podium as a guy walks out on stage. Gavin Steele. Everyone in the industry knows his name. He’s been doing this for a long time and is known for being a dominant silver fox. He kisses Chelseigh on the cheek as he reaches the podium, then faces us all.

“Good evening, creators!” he welcomes. We clap appropriately. “It’s so wonderful to be up here and see all you beautiful people out there smiling back at me. It’s nice to know people still like me after seeing what’s in my pants,” he jokes. The crowd laughs. “Joking aside, I am up here to present the nominees for a very important-to-me category. Sexiest Silver Fox!”

The screen lights up to go through clips of the men being nominated. The first is Pablo Santos. His name is along the bottom in shimmering pink letters. He’s fucking a girl doggy style over a bed. It plays for a few seconds, then it moves on to the next nominee, showing a quick video of this guy fucking someone against a shower wall. Everyone claps in between the clips, and after they’ve all been shown, Gavin goes back to the microphone.

He leans in, fanning himself. “I’ll say, these men even give me a run for my money.” He unfolds the sparkling rose gold card, pulls out the slip of paper, and looks up to grin at us. “Roman Blackwell!” he calls out, and the crowd erupts.

I watch as he gets up from his table a short way away and hurries up on stage. He’s wearing a sparkling navy-blue suit that showcases his personality. He’s in his sixties, and you could guess that by his looks, but he’s handsome and in really good fucking shape.

He’s handed his award, which is a phallic-esque rose gold statue, and he gives a quick speech thanking a long list of people before going back to his seat.

Another announcer walks out, this one I don’t recognize by face. He tells us the next category: Most Dicks Taken at Once. More videos show up on the screen in the same manner, with a clip playing and the name at the bottom.

Sloane Hawthorne wins that one, with a whopping seven dicks she’s handling. This category isn’t necessarily about who can take the most at the same time, but it’s about creativity too. And the tit-fucking, two dicks in her mouth, one in each hand, one in her ass and one in her pussy is pretty great, I won’t lie.

When the waiter comes around offering drinks, I get one for Mikah and me.

“You okay?” he whispers as I take a mouthful of vodka. I hiss at the burn.

“Just nervous.”

He puts his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently.

“You got this, babe.”

I smile at him calling me babe. He’s never done that before. I put my hand on top of his, folding my fingers against his palm.

I keep my breathing even as I wait for each category to pass, and before I know it, Sabrina Royce is on stage, letting us know she’ll be announcing the winner for Best Dominating Male.

The first face up on the screen is Gerard’s, and that just annoys the fuck out of me. I’m the third up there, and I see Mikah smile from the corner of my eye. It eases my anxiety a little, and finishing off my drink helps more.

I know everyone nominated in this category and they’re all talented. Any one of us deserves to win, except maybe Gerard, because he’s a cocky asshole. Still, his videos are good, and he did work hard to get where he’s at. He just let the fame go to his head. Time goes on forever. The seconds pass like hours as Sabrina smiles out at us, pulls the paper from the envelope, and announces the winner.

Chapter Thirty-One

Mikah

Tension radiates from Dominic. He’s nervous. Hell, I’m nervous for him. He’s keeping it together better than I would be. If this were me? I’d likely decline coming to the event. How the hell would I go up there in front of all these people and accept an award? That’s too much for me. But Dominic totally has this. He can do this. I know he can.

They go through the nominees, and I grit my teeth when I see Gerard, the douche from the airport, up on the screen. I don’t recognize the next guy, but Dominic is after him. He’s got someone bent over that stupid couch, his hand on the back of his head, pushing him down as he grips the guy’s hip, pounding him hard from behind. He’s sweaty, flushed, and really going hard.

I’ve never seen him like that.

He doesn’t get that way with me. Yes, he fucks me hard, but he’s always in control with me. In the short clip they show,he looks crazed. Like he’s lost himself. I don’t know how that makes me feel. Is that a compliment or an insult? Am I not good enough to make him lose control? I shake the thought from my head because this isn’t about me. None of this is about me. That is all acting. He probably did it on purpose, just for the video. Meaning itmeansnothing. I get the real Dominic, the one who has feelings for me and cares about me.

I miss the fourth nomination, but the fifth is playing as everything comes back into view. Royce Barnes, who I’ve talked to before. We’d talked about making a video together, but I ended up changing my mind. Would be nice to run into him and just say hey. We’ve never met face-to-face before. The screen cuts to the view of Sabrina, so everyone in the far back can see her.

Dominic is stiff and not breathing as Sabrina pulls the paper from the envelope. She smiles, showing off beautiful white teeth. She’s short, petite, adorable. Bleach blond hair and pale skin.

“And the winner for Best Dominating Male is… Dominic Blake!” she calls out.

“Holy shit,” he mutters in disbelief, not moving as the crowd booms with applause.

“Fuck yes,” I say quietly, grinning and putting my arm around him. I lean in to kiss his cheek, then get up as he does to clap like I’ve never clapped before. He adjusts his tie, smiling a mile wide as the cameras pan in on him, showing us both up on the big screen. He walks to the stage somewhat in a daze. When he stands up there, behind the podium, accepting the statuefrom Sabrina, the amount of pride and emotion I feel has me dizzy. I sit back down, not wanting to be in the way of anyone being able to see my boyfriend up there, accepting his award for a job well done.

Fuck, he’s really my boyfriend. We’re really doing this.

All of this feels like a dream. Being here. Being with him. My whole life. How did I go from being a hermit, to being the boyfriend of Dominic Blake? Fuck, this is crazy. As I watch him up there, glowing with pride, that voice is back. Louder than ever.

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