Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

Sam’s earlobe with his tongue before pulling away.
Sam snickered. Bo did indeed smell of their mingled semen and sweat, though not strongly enough for anyone to notice unless they were mere inches away.
Dean grabbed Sam’s shoulder with the hand not holding the video camera. “Look, there’s Anne,” he whispered, nodding toward the dining hall. “Let’s hang back and wait till she leaves to go in.”
Sam looked. Anne was striding up the pathway between the dining hall and the staff quarters. Even in the dark, Sam could see the angry set to her shoulders. At that moment, she glanced up. Her gaze locked with Sam’s.
“Too late,” Bo muttered. “Here she comes.”
Indeed, Anne had switched directions and was walking toward them. They stopped, drawing closer together. Sam slid an arm around Bo’s waist.
As she drew closer, Sam saw the hot fury sparking in her eyes. She raised a shaking hand and pointed a finger at Dean. “You fucking bastard,” she hissed. “I thought I could trust you to keep your mouth shut.”
“You’re a homophobic bitch, I swing both ways, and two of my best friends in the world are gay. So no, I’m not keeping quiet.” Leaning against Sam’s shoulder, Dean gave her a look full of cold disdain. “Just stay out of our way and try not to get yourself in any more trouble than you’re already in.”
Anne’s face went dark. For a second, Sam thought she was going to hit Dean. Her eyes cut sideways, aiming a deadly glare at Sam and Bo. Then she turned on her heel and stomped off.
“By the way,” Dean called after her, “you’re a lousy kisser. I had better than that in eighth grade.”
She stiffened, but didn’t break her stride or acknowledge Dean in any way. After a moment, she disappeared into the staff quarters. The sound of the door slamming echoed in the still night air.
Sam whooshed out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “She’s really pissed at you, Dean. You better be careful of her.”
“Yeah, well, she can bite my incredibly hot ass. She doesn’t scare me.” Giving Sam’s arm a squeeze, he pulled away and started back down the path to the dining hall. “C’mon, let’s book. If Anne’s out, that means Parsons and Ramirez might be free to talk.”
Sam shook his head. He wished he had Dean’s confidence that Anne would leave them alone. He had a nagging suspicion she wouldn’t.
Just stop it. What can she do, after all? The cops are probably watching her now. Quit worrying and concentrate on wrapping up the case.
Bo’s arm snaked around Sam’s waist. “Stop staring at Dean’s ass.”
Sam turned a sharp look to Bo. To his relief, there was no accusation in those dark eyes, no suspicion, only a mischievous twinkle. Sam smiled. “It’s a hot ass. He said so himself.”
“Can’t argue with that. But a guy could get jealous here.”
“No reason to. There’s not a butt in the world I like better than yours.” Sam dropped his hand down to grab the posterior in question.
The lusty growl he got in return was almost enough to make him turn around and march Bo back to the cabin for a quickie.
“I can hear y’all.” Dean turned to give them a coy look over his shoulder. “Of course, I should be used to it by now. Everybody wants some of this.” He gave his backside a tempting little wiggle.
Sam burst out laughing. “It’s really too bad you’re so unsure of yourself.”
“Hey, life’s short. Why waste any of it on false modesty?” Aiming a hard smack at his own butt, Dean faced forward and kept walking.
Sam could’ve sworn he put an extra bit of shake in it.
Inside the dining hall, Lex and Carl sat huddled around a table in the corner with the two detectives. All four glanced up when Sam, Bo and Dean entered.
“Come on over,” Carl called. “The detectives here were just saying they’d like to talk to the three of you as well as Lex and me.”
The three headed to the table. Sam kept his arm around Bo, taking comfort in the feel of Bo’s arm resting against his hips. He felt the tension building in Bo’s body, and knew Bo was wondering how Parsons and Ramirez would react to seeing the two of them in a pose which announced the intimate nature of their relationship loud and clear. To his relief, Parsons’ cool expression didn’t change. Ramirez’s eyes widened infinitesimally before his face resumed its mask-like expression.
“Gentlemen. Please sit down.” Parsons gestured toward the empty chairs at the table.