Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

shorts. Bo ducked his head to peer at Sam from beneath one arm, a lecherous grin on his face. “Are you going to do what I think you are?”
Sam laughed. “Shut up.”
Whatever Bo had been about to say next was lost in an undulating groan when Sam licked a wide, wet path up one crimson buttock. “Ooooooooh. Damn, that feels good.”
Sam agreed, though his mouth was too busy to say so. He licked at the other cheek, then planted openmouthed kisses along the edge of Bo’s crease. The hot skin cooled beneath his lips and tongue. Above him, Bo practically purred.
Leaning sideways, Sam peeked around the bend of Bo’s hip to catch a glimpse of his face. Bo’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth curved into a lazy smile. “Mmm. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to.”
Spreading Bo’s ass cheeks, Sam lapped up the stream of semen dribbling from Bo’s hole. He traced the loosened opening with the tip of his tongue, savoring the mingled tastes of Bo and himself. The ring of muscle fluttered and clenched at the soft touch.
Bo gasped when Sam’s tongue wormed itself inside him. “Jesus, Sam. You’re killing me here.”
Retrieving his tongue, Sam leaned over to give Bo a blankly innocent look. “I thought you didn’t want me to stop.”
Bo groaned. “I don’t. But you’re going to have to. My legs aren’t going to hold me up much longer if you keep that up.”
“Ah. Okay.” With one last flick of his tongue across Bo’s hole, Sam pushed to his feet, wrapped his arms around Bo’s chest and pulled him upright. “It’s late, and we’ll need to get up early if we want to get a run in before it gets too hot. You ready to hit the sack?”
“More than ready.” Bo turned in Sam’s embrace and kissed his chin. “I really am sorry I asked everyone out here without consulting you, Sam. It was selfish of me.”
Smiling, Sam lifted a hand to caress Bo’s cheek. “To be honest, it kind of was. And I wasn’t happy at first. But you were right. It didn’t make any sense for them to drive back and forth to Mobile when we’re staying not five miles from the fort.”
Bo nodded. “Thank you for being so understanding. I promise I won’t let their investigation interfere with our time together.”
Sam wasn’t sure he believed Bo’s promise, but what choice did he have? Bo believed it, Sam was certain of that. He would just have to trust his lover and hope for the best.
Slipping his hand up to cup the back of Bo’s head, Sam tilted Bo’s head for a kiss. “Come on. I’ll wash you off.”
They headed for the bathroom with their arms around each other. Sam nuzzled Bo’s hair and tried not to think of what the next day might bring.
Chapter Three
    Sam wasn’t sure whose idea it had been to take the road to Fort Medina for their morning run. He thought maybe Bo had first brought it up, pointing out that the road was more heavily shaded in that direction. At seven a.m. the day had already promised to be fine and hot, so running in the shade sounded like a good plan.
    However, Sam himself was the one who’d suggested taking a look at the fort as long as they were headed in that direction. Bo had eagerly agreed, and now here they stood, the locked gate in front of them and a stretch of deserted road and pine forest behind them, staring across the empty parking lot at the entrance to the old brick structure.
    “Dean was right,” Sam said, hooking his fingers in the chainlink fence. “It looks spooky, even in daylight.”
“Yeah. I wonder what it must be like at night, with no one here and everything pitch dark?” Bo grinned, eyes sparkling. “It would be fun to come out with the group tonight, just for a little while.”
Sam shot Bo a stern look. “No. You promised.”
“I promised not to get involved in the investigation.” Bo shrugged, his gaze fixed on the fort’s arched entryway. “I was just thinking it would be interesting to see the place at night, that’s all. We certainly don’t have to.”
“Damn right we don’t.” Turning away from Bo’s wistful expression, Sam studied the high walls of weathered brick.
    It really is a cool place , the insatiably curious investigator in his brain prodded. So much history here. So much to see, and to learn. What sorts of ghosts must haunt this place? Don’t you want to find out?
    Sam scowled, irritated with himself. The rest of the team would gladly fill Bo and himself in on what they found during the investigation. Why, Sam wondered, couldn’t his