An Inner Darkness Book 5 Bay City paranormal

slack and peaceful in sleep, the lines of fear and worry smoothed away.
    Sam bent and pressed a gentle kiss to Bo’s temple. Bo didn’t stir. Trying to pretend he hadn’t hoped for Bo to wake up and drag him into bed, Sam dug clean clothes out of his dresser drawer and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

    He emerged to the scent of coffee brewing. Smiling, he wandered down the hallway and into the kitchen. He sidled up behind Bo, who stood gazing into the open refrigerator, slid both arms around his waist and kissed the side of his neck. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
    “Good morning.” Bo turned his head to kiss Sam’s lips. “How was your run?”
“Cold.”
    “Yes, funny how that happens in November.” Leaning forward, Bo grabbed the eggs and milk, set them on the counter and kicked the refrigerator door shut. He twisted around with a smile and pressed his body against Sam’s, both arms going around Sam’s neck. “You should’ve stayed in bed, where it’s warm.” The seductive purr in Bo’s voice went straight to Sam’s crotch, much to his chagrin.
    He and Bo hadn’t had sex in over a week, and Sam knew damn well it wasn’t going to happen now. He didn’t think it would happen even if they weren’t currently in the kitchen, with the boys only a few yards away and likely to wake up at any moment. Bo simply hadn’t been in the mood lately. Not that Sam blamed him, but this teasing when they both knew nothing would come of it was irritating, to say the least.
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Since when is it “teasing”when he touches you, or kisses you? Sam snorted.
Apparently lack of regular sex did funny things to his perceptions. It was an uncomfortable thing to discover about oneself, and he didn’t much like it. “Sam?” Bo nuzzled under Sam’s chin, his tongue flicking over the freshly shaved skin. “What’s wrong?”
Unable to articulate his frustration—sexual and otherwise—Sam crushed Bo close and took his mouth in a hard, rough kiss.
    Bo instantly went boneless in Sam’s arms. His mouth opened, and for a while nothing existed for Sam but teeth and tongues and the bruising grip of Bo’s fingers in his hair and on the back of his neck. He rocked his hips, just to hear Bo’s helpless little moan when their cocks rubbed against each other through sweats and scrub pants.
“Ewwww, gross! Stop it!”
    They jumped apart. Heart racing, Sam stared at Sean, who stood in the foyer with both small hands over his eyes. Bare feet poked out from beneath the hems of his Halo pajamas.

    Sam let out a breathless laugh. He felt like he was in a scene from a sitcom. At least he and Bo hadn’t been going at it long enough for him to be hard.

    Bo leveled a glowering look at his son. “Sean, what have I told you about saying things like that?”
    Sean dropped his hands and clasped them behind his back. “That grownups can kiss all they want in their own house.” He gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Shaking his head, Bo took the eggs and milk he’d gotten out a few minutes before and carried them to the stove. “Is your brother up?”
    “Yeah. He’s getting dressed.” Sean yawned, one hand scratching his sleep-tousled head. “What’re you making, Dad?” “Pancakes.” Bo shot Sean a knowing grin. “I hope that’s okay. I can make oatmeal or poached eggs if you’d rather.”
“No!” Laughing, Sean ran into the kitchen and gave his father a rib-cracking hug. “I want pancakes.”
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Bo chuckled. “Okay. Pancakes it is.” Leaning down, Bo kissed the top of Sean’s head. “Set the table for me. It’ll be ready in a few minutes.” “’Kay.”
    Sam watched Sean stand on tiptoe to lift four plates from the cabinet, then carry them carefully to the table. “You know, he’s such a good kid, I can’t even be mad at him for interrupting,” Sam murmured in Bo’s ear.
    Bo shot him an amused look colored with annoyance. “That’s very big of you.
Thanks.”
Sighing, Sam pulled away. “It has been a while, Bo.”
“Nine days, more or less.” Bo opened the cabinet and fished out a large mixing bowl.
“Hardly forever.”
    “It is when you’re used to nearly every day.” Bo cracked an egg against the side of the bowl so hard the shell shattered. “I know damn well you’re not in this relationship just for the sex, Sam. So why are you being this way?”
    The unmistakable hurt in Bo’s voice made Sam feel