Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

Sam fell into step beside Bo as they started down the path to the cabin. He resisted the urge to slip his arm around Bo’s waist again. Bo’s limp seemed less pronounced, and Sam trusted him to say something if he needed or wanted help. “Nobody outside of this group has to know about us, though. We’ve kept our relationship a secret this long, we can keep on doing that.”
Bo darted an inscrutable look at Sam. “Actually, I think I’m tired of trying to hide. It’s too much work, for too little payoff. People find out anyway, so why bother?”
Surprised, Sam stared at Bo’s profile. “What about Janine? What about the boys? You don’t think our coming out as a couple would affect your chance at getting shared custody?”
Bo tilted his head back to gaze up into the night sky. A few flakes of lingering snow dusted his face, catching on his lashes and melting against his skin. Sam managed to suppress the urge to lick off the little trickles of water.
“I love my children,” Bo said, very softly. “But I love you too, Sam. Why should I have to choose?” He stopped walking and pinned Sam with a determined gaze. “I’m a good father. There is absolutely nothing in my past or present which would be grounds for keeping me from my boys. My lawyer tells me I’m on solid legal ground here, and I know I’m on solid moral ground. I won’t allow anyone to force me to choose between my children and you.”
Sam licked his lips. His heart raced, the blood whooshing in his ears. “So, that’s it? We’re officially out now?”
“Yes. I’m sick of hiding. All this with Anne just made me realize how harmful these sorts of secrets can be.” Stepping closer, Bo took both of Sam’s hands in his. “When we get home, let’s move in together.”
Sam’s mouth fell open. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Lacing his fingers through Sam’s, Bo pulled him closer and pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get used to waking up with you. I don’t want to give it up.”
Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Sam. “Okay. But you’re moving into my place. There’s no way I’m living in that shithole apartment of yours.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Bo agreed with a grin. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. “Now let’s get to our cabin. I need to fuck you before I can concentrate on work.”
Sam’s knees went weak. “Good idea.”
Drawing away but keeping one hand linked with Sam’s, Bo led the way to the cabin. Sam followed, feeling as if he were floating. Maybe everything would work out for him and Bo after all.
In a dark corner of his brain, a tiny voice reminded him the Sunset Lodge case wasn’t entirely over. They still had to deal with Anne, and she wasn’t going to be happy.
Sam tuned the voice out. He didn’t want to hear it.
    By the time Dean’s knock sounded on the door, Bo was fully dressed again and Sam had only to put on his boots. Bo jumped up to answer the door while Sam sat rather gingerly on the chair by the window to get his shoes on.
    “Hey,” Dean said, stepping inside. He grinned as Sam rose carefully to his feet. “You look a little sore, Sam.”
    Sam managed to meet Dean’s teasing gaze without blushing. “A little, yeah.”
Bo laughed. “Hey, you shouldn’t say things like ‘harder’ if you don’t mean it.”
Fighting back a smile, Sam snatched a fallen pillow from the floor and launched it at Bo’s head. “Shut up.”
An exaggerated sigh drew Sam’s gaze to Dean, who stood gazing at them with a faraway look in his eyes. “I love how y’all are after you get done fucking. It’s so sweet.”
Bo blinked, the pillow still clutched to his chest. “What do you mean? You don’t always know when we’ve been…um, intimate.”
“Oh, please.” Dean snorted and rolled his eyes. “Y’all are so obvious you might as well have a neon sign over your heads saying ‘we just had hot monkey sex’. I always know.”
Heat rushed into Sam’s cheeks. It was one thing to be out as a gay man, or even as a gay couple. It was another thing entirely for everyone to be able to tell when he and Bo had been having sex.
“Don’t worry,” Dean added, walking over to pat Sam’s shoulder. “Nobody but me can tell, I’m sure.” A thoughtful look crossed his face. “At least, I don’t think so.”
Bo groaned. “Okay, I don’t want to know. Let’s check our videos and stills, then we’ll head down to