Blackwater Falls: Dark of the Moon

Blackwater Falls 1

Painted Hearts Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 46,899
5 Ratings (4.0)

Census taker Jace Miller is sent to the remote town of Blackwater Falls to complete forms not returned by the local inhabitants. From the moment he sets foot in the small community, he realizes that something isn’t right, from the hostile reception he receives to the strange uneasiness of the residents. Sheriff, Hawke Sutherland has told him in no uncertain terms to get out of town by nightfall and to come back at a more “convenient” time. Angrily, he complies, but on the way down the mountain, his old truck quits running. Walking back up the dark mountain road for help, he hears strange sounds in the woods around him. When he’s viciously attacked by a huge mountain lion, he thinks he’s facing certain death, but awakes the next morning to find that handsome sheriff Hawke has rescued him. The attraction grows between them over the next few days, but Hawke makes one excuse after another not to let Jace leave. When Jace runs, the sheriff has him picked up and hauled back up the mountain. Why? Has Jace seen too much, and just what is going on in Blackwater Falls?

Blackwater Falls: Dark of the Moon
5 Ratings (4.0)

Blackwater Falls: Dark of the Moon

Blackwater Falls 1

Painted Hearts Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 46,899
5 Ratings (4.0)
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Hawke drifted in the sweet dream then until a sudden scream from the next room jolted him out of bed. Disoriented, he jumped to his feet and almost smacked into the doorway as he tried to run down the hall to the guestroom, not knowing what to expect. His heart was racing with adrenalin from the scream that had curdled his blood, and he was shaking all over.
When he got into the room, Jace was sitting up against the headboard of the bed, his eyes wide open but empty as a derelict house. Both hands were out in front of him as if to push someone or something off him. He was yelling, “No, no, get off me! Someone help me, please!”

Hawke sat down on the bed next to him and tried to put his arms around him, but Jace fought Hawke off with everything in him. Speaking soothingly and holding the boy with both his arms around him, Hawke was finally able to calm him. Jace’s eyes slowly cleared, and Hawke saw when the light finally dawned in them, and Jace became aware of where he was and who was holding him.

Hawke relaxed his grip on Jace and was about to move back when Jace grabbed him around the neck and held on as if his life depended on it. “Don’t leave me. Stay…please!”

Hawke looked down at Jace’s lean body and nodded. Damn it. After that dream, he had to sleep next to his boy and not touch him in any kind of sexual way. The next few hours would be torturous, to say the least.

Hawke lay down beside Jace and pulled the covers back over both of them. Jace snuggled back up into his side and Hawke rolled his eyes and groaned.

The dream Jace turned over then and smiled at him. “I’m glad you stayed with me.”

“It’s not a good idea, baby.”

“Yes, I know. But it’s what I want.”

“We need to talk about some things first,” Hawke said as Jace’s hand slid down to caress his cock.

“Talk later,” Jace said as he pushed Hawke back on the bed and began kissing and licking his way down his body.
As Jace’s tongue reached his dick and tickled the slit, licking the pre-cum, Hawke groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh, fuck. Much later.”

Jace smiled up at him and began in earnest then. Hawke watched as he got up on his knees and turned so his cute ass was toward him. He bent over his cock with that naked ass in the air. Hawke wondered briefly why in his dreams Jace was always naked, but since he really didn’t care—it was a good look for him--he paid closer attention to what was going on at his groin. Jace took Hawke’s swollen dick into his mouth and began to suck, while massaging Hawke’s balls. Between feeling that and looking at Jace’s butt up in the air, Hawke thought that there was a very good chance he just might explode. He reached out to caress Jace’s butt and then put his hand between the boy’s legs to massage his balls, eliciting a moan that made Hawke smile.
Hawke wet his finger with saliva, his mind not helpfully supplying the lube this time in his dream, and moved it slowly down Jace’s crease to his hole. He took his time, waiting for some kind of reaction. He got it – Jace wiggled his ass and backed into Hawke’s finger. Hawke knew what that meant and slid his finger into Jace’s tight little hole. Another moan. Was it Jace or was it him?

Hawke couldn’t be still as he felt the pressure building in him. He felt that he should let Jace know that he was about to come, so he rasped out, “Close.”

Jace stopped moving his mouth just long enough to say, “Go ahead. Come for me,” around his cock. Or anyway, something like that. The vibration of whatever he said was enough to do it for Hawke.

He exploded and Jace kept up a steady suction. When he’d finally milked him dry, Hawke was completely spent, but wanted to do something for Jace, so he rolled him to his side and told him, “Get up on your knees.” He reached under Jace and took his cock in his hand, while sliding his finger back into his hole and beginning a rhythm of jacking him off and finger-fucking him. Jace moaned and alternately pushed toward the hand on his dick and then back toward the finger in his ass.
When Hawke’s finger found Jace’s prostate, Jace couldn’t seem to be still or quiet. He was moving back and forth and groaning loudly. One more swipe of Hawke’s finger across his prostate did it. With another loud groan, Jace climaxed, shooting cum everywhere, but mostly on his own chest. He fell back on the bed next to Hawke, exhausted and totally satisfied. “Damn,” was all he could manage to say.

Hawke chuckled and said, “Yeah, that about covers it.” They lay there, side by side on the bed, satisfied and spent. That was the good thing having sex with another man—they never expected cuddling afterward.

The flesh and blood man in bed next to him made a whimpering sound just then and turned over, his feet tangling around Hawke’s. Startled out of sleep, Hawke couldn’t quite figure out what was real and what had only been a dream. Then Jace scooted closer and wrapped a warm arm around Hawke’s waist, rubbing his face against Hawke’s chest and sighing in his sleep.
Okay, so maybe the cuddling wasn’t totally bad. He stroked Jace’s hair, thinking how soft it was. He could get used to this. Wondering if his damn dreams would become less vivid now that he had the real thing beside him, he came awake enough to realize the sheet over him was wet and sticky. Yeah, not working out so far.

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