of
reason. He suddenly couldn’t think anymore. He wouldn’t last much longer and
the speed on his shaft increased.
“You’re so hot,” groaned Steve as he continued to stroke
inside Herman. “Come for me. Aim it toward my mouth.”
Herman felt his release upon him. He slowed down on his
stroking, to make his orgasm hit hard. Moments later, it tore through him. It
was so powerful that he was unable to focus on anything but the pleasure. His
aim was off with his come as it shot in spurts passed Steve’s open mouth, but
it didn’t matter. They both enjoyed it. Seconds later, Steve stiffened and came
with a shout inside Herman.
They held each other as their heart rates slowed down. Arms
touched, fingers intertwined. Steve stayed inside, filling him and causing
overwhelming feelings.
“You’re incredible,” Steve breathed. He put his head next to
Herman’s and sighed. “I think I need a nap.”
Herman thought that he and Steve fit together like a puzzle
piece that had found where it belonged. Their time together since reconnecting
had been wonderful. He closed his eyes. He loved every second spent with Steve,
every kiss, every caress, every thrust of his cock. Having Steve inside him was
something he didn’t want to ever end.
Muffled noises later on, in the dead of night, startled
Herman enough to wake him. It was obvious that Steve having a nightmare. He
whimpered in his sleep, thrashed around the bed from side to side.
Herman shook him roughly. “Steve, wake up!”
Steve didn’t, just mumbled incoherently. Herman’s throat
ached as he held back the tears from watching him. How horrible for Steve. His
arms held Steve in the dark until the dream passed and all became quiet again.
Chapter Five
Steve checked his phone. Eleven thirty. He and his brother
were in the parking lot of the country club. Barbara had been going there every
day this week and today was no different. They had followed her BMW from home
into the lot a few minutes ago.
Stakeouts could be boring if nothing went on. The first few
hours this morning were tedious as the brothers waited down the street from
Barbara’s home for some movement on her part. Since Herman was no longer a
suspect, Beck Recovery had decided to focus on Barbara.
“So Herman is at your place?”
“Yep.”
“You two an item?”
Steve turned to Eric. “Don’t be telling anyone outside our
family.”
“Gotcha.” Eric made a motion of pulling a zipper over his
lips.
Barbara talked on her phone and laughed as she exited her
car. She went into the club through the main entrance and was lost from sight.
Once they found out that Roberto — one of the famous
Merlotti wolves — was a member of the club, everything changed. Roberto was
evil and manipulative — at least that was what two former employees and one
ex-girlfriend had told the Becks, who had no personal knowledge of the man. He
had been off the radar for quite a while. He’d lain low, not getting into any
trouble, since his brother had been put in jail fifteen years ago.
The brothers glanced around the parking lot.
“Wanna shift and do some nosing around?” asked Eric.
“You sure there aren’t wolves patrolling the grounds? I bet
they’d love a tasty snack.”
“I didn’t see any of them yesterday. Besides, they wouldn’t
be out patrolling during the day. Wolves don’t own this place. Merlotti is only
a member.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Not completely, but we should know soon.”
“Wonder if he’s here. Do you know what kind of car he
drives?”
“No car registered to him and the last known address is
actually an old apartment that he’d never live in. Too shabby for a Merlotti
family member.”
“How about we shift to a couple of cute little nondescript
dogs? We’re getting nowhere here. At least we can sneak a look through the back
windows of the club and see what’s going on.” Steve put his passenger-side
window down and unbuttoned his shirt.
A few
reason. He suddenly couldn’t think anymore. He wouldn’t last much longer and
the speed on his shaft increased.
“You’re so hot,” groaned Steve as he continued to stroke
inside Herman. “Come for me. Aim it toward my mouth.”
Herman felt his release upon him. He slowed down on his
stroking, to make his orgasm hit hard. Moments later, it tore through him. It
was so powerful that he was unable to focus on anything but the pleasure. His
aim was off with his come as it shot in spurts passed Steve’s open mouth, but
it didn’t matter. They both enjoyed it. Seconds later, Steve stiffened and came
with a shout inside Herman.
They held each other as their heart rates slowed down. Arms
touched, fingers intertwined. Steve stayed inside, filling him and causing
overwhelming feelings.
“You’re incredible,” Steve breathed. He put his head next to
Herman’s and sighed. “I think I need a nap.”
Herman thought that he and Steve fit together like a puzzle
piece that had found where it belonged. Their time together since reconnecting
had been wonderful. He closed his eyes. He loved every second spent with Steve,
every kiss, every caress, every thrust of his cock. Having Steve inside him was
something he didn’t want to ever end.
Muffled noises later on, in the dead of night, startled
Herman enough to wake him. It was obvious that Steve having a nightmare. He
whimpered in his sleep, thrashed around the bed from side to side.
Herman shook him roughly. “Steve, wake up!”
Steve didn’t, just mumbled incoherently. Herman’s throat
ached as he held back the tears from watching him. How horrible for Steve. His
arms held Steve in the dark until the dream passed and all became quiet again.
Chapter Five
Steve checked his phone. Eleven thirty. He and his brother
were in the parking lot of the country club. Barbara had been going there every
day this week and today was no different. They had followed her BMW from home
into the lot a few minutes ago.
Stakeouts could be boring if nothing went on. The first few
hours this morning were tedious as the brothers waited down the street from
Barbara’s home for some movement on her part. Since Herman was no longer a
suspect, Beck Recovery had decided to focus on Barbara.
“So Herman is at your place?”
“Yep.”
“You two an item?”
Steve turned to Eric. “Don’t be telling anyone outside our
family.”
“Gotcha.” Eric made a motion of pulling a zipper over his
lips.
Barbara talked on her phone and laughed as she exited her
car. She went into the club through the main entrance and was lost from sight.
Once they found out that Roberto — one of the famous
Merlotti wolves — was a member of the club, everything changed. Roberto was
evil and manipulative — at least that was what two former employees and one
ex-girlfriend had told the Becks, who had no personal knowledge of the man. He
had been off the radar for quite a while. He’d lain low, not getting into any
trouble, since his brother had been put in jail fifteen years ago.
The brothers glanced around the parking lot.
“Wanna shift and do some nosing around?” asked Eric.
“You sure there aren’t wolves patrolling the grounds? I bet
they’d love a tasty snack.”
“I didn’t see any of them yesterday. Besides, they wouldn’t
be out patrolling during the day. Wolves don’t own this place. Merlotti is only
a member.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Not completely, but we should know soon.”
“Wonder if he’s here. Do you know what kind of car he
drives?”
“No car registered to him and the last known address is
actually an old apartment that he’d never live in. Too shabby for a Merlotti
family member.”
“How about we shift to a couple of cute little nondescript
dogs? We’re getting nowhere here. At least we can sneak a look through the back
windows of the club and see what’s going on.” Steve put his passenger-side
window down and unbuttoned his shirt.
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