Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

fingertip pressing his gland just hard enough to send rapid pulses of intense pleasure shooting through his blood. Sam groaned and squirmed in a painful, wordless ecstasy.
For a moment, Bo just stared, his eyes bright with love and desire and something else, something Sam couldn’t quite identify. “I love you, Sam,” he whispered in a voice hoarse with emotion. Then before Sam could react, he bent and swallowed Sam’s cock to the root. His nose hit Sam’s groin, his throat squeezing in rhythmic waves.
The feeling was so huge, so rapturous, it flung Sam beyond words, even beyond sounds. He came silently, mouth open and eyes rolled back, his body bowed and shaking.
Through an orgasmic haze, Sam watched Bo crawl to the bedside table and take out the bottle of liquid lube. He felt Bo slick his hole, felt his legs lifted and spread, felt Bo’s cock slide into his unresisting body. Bo’s hips slapped against his buttocks over and over, driving into him hard and deep. Almost too spent to move, Sam locked his ankles around Bo’s back and cupped Bo’s ass in his hands, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust.
Bo’s breath hitched in that particular way it tended to do during sex, and Sam knew he was close. Reaching up, Sam pulled Bo’s head down and kissed him. Bo opened with the sweetest little whimper Sam had ever heard, devouring his mouth as if it held the answers to all the mysteries of the universe. Bo tasted like Sam’s semen, and the intimacy that fact implied made Sam’s chest tight.
When Bo came, Sam stroked his back and drank down his soft, broken moans. He murmured a barely coherent litany of loving words into Bo’s ear, hanging on as he rode out his orgasm. When Bo collapsed on top of Sam, his chest heaving and his heart thudding against Sam’s ribs, Sam held him tight and kissed his forehead and thanked whoever was listening that Bo had come back to him.
They lay like that for a long time, not speaking, just breathing together. Eventually, Bo pushed up onto one elbow and smiled down at Sam. “That was incredible.”
“Yes, it was.” Sam reached up to caress Bo’s cheek. “I love you, Bo.”
“Love you too.” Bo bent and pressed a kiss to Sam’s brow. “You’re exhausted. Go to sleep.”
The mere suggestion of sleep made Sam’s eyelids feel like they weighed ten pounds each. “Mm-hm. I know it’s early, but you’re right. I’m wiped out.” He yawned. “You must be pretty worn out yourself, are you going to go to sleep too?”
“Yes. In a minute.” Bo raked the sweaty hair from Sam’s forehead. His fingers mapped the contours of Sam’s face. “Sleep, love. I’m right here.”
Bo’s voice was low and warm, his touch soothing. Cradled in Bo’s arms, Sam let his body relax.
The last thing he remembered before sleep took him was the watchful gleam in Bo’s eyes. When he woke some time later from a dream of dark and cold and gutwrenching terror, Bo was gone.
Chapter Twelve
    Sam pushed up onto his elbows, blinking his eyes open and looking around the room. The lamp beside the bed was still on, and the bedroom door was shut. A quick glance at the clock told Sam it was ten thirty. He’d slept no more than a couple of hours.
    Yawning, Sam scooted to the edge of the mattress, stood and wandered into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he retrieved his clothes from the pile on the floor and pulled them on.
    The second he opened the bedroom door, he was struck by the absolute quiet. He should have been able to hear the TV with the volume turned low, or Bo singing to himself while he cooked. But there was nothing. Not even the quiet rustle of pages turning while Bo read.
    Sam hurried down the stairs. A single lamp burned on the end table, but there was no sound from any part of the house. Bo wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen. Sam turned on the back-porch light and opened the door. Bo wasn’t on the porch. The rain had picked up again, thudding hard and steady against the roof and sand, so Sam didn’t think Bo would’ve gone out onto the beach.
    Growing more alarmed by the second, Sam ran back inside and started searching every available surface for a note or anything else to indicate where Bo might have gone. There was nothing.
    It wasn’t until Sam went back to search the table in the foyer for the third time that he noticed that the car keys were missing. A quick look out front confirmed that the car he and Bo had driven here was no longer there.
    Sam leaned