Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

words out of the air. “I don’t even fucking know what you think, but you obviously have the idea that something is horribly wrong with me. Yet when it comes down to it, we find out that you are the real danger here. You and that goddamn psychokinesis that you fucking refuse to control.”
That hurt. Sam clasped his hands together, trying to tamp down his rising anger. “I’m trying to control it. It isn’t easy, you know. There’s not exactly a how-to book on it.”
Bo barked a harsh laugh. He started pacing again, twisting a lock of hair hard around his fingers. “I can’t believe you can’t see what a fucking hypocrite you’re being.”
Exasperated, Sam pressed both palms to his forehead. “Are you being a prick on purpose now? I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“No, you wouldn’t, would you?”
That was it. Sam jumped up, grabbed Bo’s shoulders and whirled him around so they were facing each other. “Then fucking explain it! Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking? Or can’t you handle being honest for a change?”
Bo’s cheeks went red. He shrugged off Sam’s grip. “You want honesty? Well, you fucking got it.” He shoved a palm into Sam’s chest, sending him stumbling backward. “First, you come up with this theory that anticonvulsants might dampen your psychokinesis to the point where your mind can’t connect to those damned portals anymore. Then you flatly refuse to even explore that option. It didn’t matter to you how much it scared me to think of the man I love— you”— this was punctuated by another jab to the chest—“facing that kind of danger all the time. It didn’t matter to you how much I fucking begged you to at least get tested for seizure disorder so we could find out if your theory would hold water. It did not matter to you how I felt. Not once.”
Sam swallowed. “I didn’t mean—”
“Shut up !” Bo advanced on him, a dangerous glitter in his eyes. “My opinion didn’t matter to you then. My fears didn’t matter to you. You didn’t want to hear it. Yet you have the fucking gall to whine about how scared you are of losing me? Well let me tell you something. I wouldn’t be in any danger at the fucking fort if you’d fucking listened to me before, because you wouldn’t be accidentally opening portals again.” His lips curled into a rictus of a grin, making him look more than a little deranged. “Who’s the prick now, huh?”
Sam’s vision went red. Before he knew quite what he was doing, he’d tackled Bo to the ground, pinning his wrists above his head. “Fuck you!”
Sam expected Bo to fight back. Maybe even wanted him to. Having an excuse to hit Bo right now would be welcome.
He didn’t expect Bo to clamp a hand onto the back of his neck, rear up and kiss him.
Taken by surprise, Sam automatically reciprocated, opening wide for Bo’s tongue. Bo growled deep in his chest. His hand clutched Sam’s neck in a bruising grip, his mouth eating at Sam’s. Sam groaned, excited in spite of his hurt and anger.
“Yes,” Bo breathed.
“Huh?”
“What you said before.” Bo hooked a leg around Sam’s back. His erection dug into Sam’s groin. “Fuck me.”
Sam stared at him, wondering if he’d gone crazy. “You want to fuck? Right now?”
“Yes.” Reaching between them, Bo twisted Sam’s nipple through his T-shirt.
Sam yelped and shoved Bo’s hand away. “No.”
“Yes.” Bo grabbed Sam’s hair in both fists, yanked his head down and kissed him hard.
Sam felt his lip split under the assault. The taste of blood flooded his mouth. He dug a hand into Bo’s hair and yanked his head back, feeling a rush of dark satisfaction when Bo winced. “Stop it! I’m not having sex with you when you’re like this.”
Eyelids dropping to half-mast, Bo licked Sam’s blood off his lips. The movement was slow and sensual, and Sam’s body reacted. He tried to extricate himself from Bo’s determined grip before Bo could notice, but Bo’s smirk told him it was too late.
“You’re hard, you fucking liar. You want me, just like you always do.” Bo ground his crotch against Sam’s, heel digging into the small of Sam’s back. “Do it, Sam. Fuck me.”
Sam gulped. “No. Not like this.”
Bo’s laugh was harsh and ugly. “Bullshit. You want it.” He shoved a hand between their bodies and pinched the head of Sam’s cock hard. It hurt. Sam yelped and tried to jerk away. Bo’s leg remained around him like an iron band,