BlackMoonRising by Melody Lane Page A

would always love me and the rest of our family but he wasn’t
going to make it through this. He could barely breathe and I knew he was going
to die.”
    Herman wrapped his arms around Steve. “Oh baby, I’m so
sorry.”
    “What I had to see was horrible. His body was opened up.”
    Herman held him tighter.
    “Wait a minute.” Steve withdrew from Herman’s arms. “There’s
something else that I hadn’t remembered until now. I looked at the werewolf. He
hadn’t left because he was hurt. Dad must have torn into him with his teeth.
There was a jagged wound that went above and below the werewolf’s left eye. He
rubbed it and I saw the blood glistening in the dark. That eye wasn’t yellow
anymore. It was mostly black.”
    “Black?”
    “Yeah. Black. There was something wrong with his front paw
too.” Steve frowned. “Left paw. Instead of five toes, he had fewer. Maybe
three?”
    “Sounds like your dad hurt him pretty bad.”
    “Not like he did to Dad.” Steve shook his head and let out a
breath. “It was over and I started screaming. The werewolf vanished before I
turned around.”
    “Wow! No wonder you’ve had nightmares all these years. What
a horrific thing for a child to witness. I’m so sorry.”
    Steve didn’t appear to be listening. “Fifteen years. Oh my
God! Could it be?”
    “What?” Herman gave him a questioning look.
    Steve furrowed his brow. “I need to know what’s under
Merlotti’s glove.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Steve awoke with a yawn. Herman had helped him meditate
after the nightmare as Nahla had suggested, and he was finally able to sleep
about two hours in a row without tossing and turning. The sleep brought on a
nice dream about being in Cancun on vacation. Fun in the sun with his man. He
glanced over at Herman sleeping peacefully next to him.
    “Herman.”
    Herman turned to him with drowsy, sexy eyes. “What?”
    “Wake up.”
    “I’m awake.” Herman blinked at him.
    “I want you to shut your eyes.”
    “You just told me to open them.”
    “Shut them.” Steve smiled.
    Herman groaned and closed his eyes.
    Steve leaned in close. He whispered, “I want you to imagine
a place with powdery-white beaches, warm turquoise water and palm trees that
sway in the breeze.”
    “Sounds beautiful. Where is it and when are we going?”
    “It’s Cancun and we’re going after we clear your name and
put this mess behind us.”
    “It sounds like some kind of fairy tale to me.” Herman
opened his eyes and propped up on an elbow. “What brought this on?”
    “I dreamed about being there.”
    “Have you ever?”
    “Oh yeah. Loved it. Seafood, sand, sun and tequila.” Steve
wrinkled his nose. “Perfecto.”
    “Well, you’ll have to remind me to go clothes shopping when
you’re ready. I haven’t a thing to wear.”
    “You won’t need many clothes.” Steve grinned. “Nothing will
be fine.”
    “Well, boyfriend, nothing is only for you. I don’t think the
other tourists or locals would want me in nothing. What brought all this on?”
    “I had a restful night. Turn over.”
    Herman turned to his side.
    Steve snuggled behind him. “I’m excited about the additional
details my nightmare brought with your help. Thanks.”
    “You never explained what those details meant.”
    “I don’t want to explain anything yet. Sorry. Might jinx
it.” Steve’s cock hardened as he pushed against Herman. He took it in his hand
and rubbed it against Herman’s ass. “Feel that?”
    “A hard dick rubbing against me again. I’m never going to
get any rest living with you.”
    “Complaining already?”
    “Of course not. I’ve never had so much sex before. I think I
could get used to this day in and day out.”
    Steve leaned over and whispered into Herman’s ear. “You’re
like a drug to me. A drug so good it should be illegal. I’m always horny for
you.”
    “Ha ha. Real funny. That’s probably because I’m always
available.”
    Steve laughed. “Well, it doesn’t hurt that