Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

truth.”
Greg stared, eyes wide in a face as pale as Lyndon’s. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.” Adrian shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. His pulse raced, and his breath came short and harsh. “So. That’s it. What do you say?”
“I don’t know.” Greg shook his head, his expression stunned. “You’re asking me to switch my own beliefs around just because you want me to.”
“What? No, that’s not what I’m asking at all.”
“Oh, really? Because it sounds like it to me.”
Frustrated, Adrian clamped his mouth shut and counted to five in his head before he allowed himself to answer. “Explain to me how I’m asking you to do that.”
Greg shot him a withering look. “You want me to believe that everything you tell me is the truth, right? So you want me to believe ghosts are real. And I can’t just make myself believe that all of a sudden, just because you want me to.”
Staring into Greg’s stony face, Adrian felt his barely controlled anger tip and spill. It was almost a relief to grab Greg by the shoulders, shove him across the room and slam him against the wall hard enough to tear a sharp cry from him. A surge of guilt made Adrian wince, but he didn’t loosen his grip.
“I don’t care what you personally believe about the stupid fucking ghosts,” Adrian growled, his nose inches from Greg’s. “All you have to know is that I believe they’re real, and that I am telling the truth about what I did and did not do.” He gave Greg a shake, hard enough to hopefully get his point across but not hard enough to hurt him. “Listen to me. I will never. Ever . Lie to you. That’s a promise. Got it?”
Greg just stared without answering, his breathing fast and harsh in the thick silence. Adrian’s stomach plummeted into his feet. He’d screwed everything up. It was bound to happen eventually, he’d known that all along, but still, he’d hoped…
A pained whimper was the only warning he got before Greg snatched a double fistful of his hair and yanked him into a hard, hungry kiss.

Chapter Nine
    In an instant, all Adrian’s anger and frustration melted away in a firestorm of pure lust. Clamping one hand onto the back of Greg’s neck and grabbing his ass with the other, Adrian plunged his tongue deep into Greg’s mouth.
    Adrian’s psychokinesis, already unstable, erupted into a cascade of miniature explosions inside his mind. The air around him heated until his skin began to burn with it. His control hanging by a thread, Adrian gathered the crackling energy to him and twisted it until it became a vague, sensual caress sliding along his torso. The soft not-quite-touch felt so damn good . Adrian shuddered, the hand on Greg’s neck climbing upward to tangle into his hair.
    A rough groan bled from Greg’s throat. His hips rocked against Adrian’s, one leg bending up in an awkward attempt to wrap around Adrian’s waist. Adrian moved his hand from Greg’s butt to his thigh, holding it against his hip.
    Tightening the hand in Greg’s hair, Adrian tore his mouth from Greg’s and yanked his head back. Greg sucked in a hissing breath when Adrian’s teeth dug into his neck. “God. Adrian. Fuck me.”
Oh, my God. Even though they’d talked about it, even though they’d planned it, something about standing face-to-face with the raw reality of finally being inside Greg made Adrian’s legs shake and his chest hurt.
He shut his eyes. Greg’s pulse fluttered like a captive moth against his lips. Fine tremors shook Greg’s body. Dropping Greg’s thigh, Adrian slid his hand beneath Greg’s shirt to trace the delicate ridges of his vertebrae. “What about tomorrow?”
“What about it? Those plans don’t have to change.” Greg loosened half his death grip on Adrian’s hair and shoved his free hand down the back of Adrian’s jeans. His fingers were cold and shaking against the bare skin of Adrian’s ass. “I can’t wait ’til then, Adrian. Please don’t say no this time. Please don’t.”
Adrian’s heart gave an odd little thump. Eyes still shut, he bit the spot on Greg’s neck that always turned him pliant and quivering. Greg moaned and arched in his arms.
Opening his eyes, Adrian pushed back until he could see Greg’s face. Greg’s eyes glittered from beneath half-closed lids. His cheeks glowed pink in the dim light, his hair stuck up at odd angles, and his shirt was rucked up nearly to his armpits. Adrian thought he’d never seen anything more enticing in his