Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

that said quite clearly he was in for a grilling later, then turned to greet the group.
Sam watched Bo walk over to stand at the head of the table. Maybe the upcoming conversation wouldn’t be as difficult as Sam feared. Maybe Bo would understand Sam’s reasons for wanting to leave things as they were, and not push him.
Yeah. And maybe the sun’ll turn into a giant snowball, too.
He’d need every logical, dispassionate argument he could think of if he was to get Bo to see reason. Sighing, Sam settled into a chair and began marshaling his thoughts.
    Predictably, Bo accosted him the minute they reached their room that night.
“Okay,” Bo said, crossing his arms and giving Sam a stern look. “What’s going on?”
Sam considered pretending he didn’t know what Bo meant, but only for a moment. Bo knew him too well, and was far too stubborn to be put off for long.
“I thought of something else while we were riding down the mountain,” Sam admitted, settling crosslegged on the bed. “About myself, and what I can do.”
Bo sat beside him and laid a hand on his thigh. “Your psychokinesis?”
Sam laid his hand over Bo’s. “My psychokinesis opens the portals. Harry’s seizure probably opened the one at Sunset Lodge. I think the comparison is pretty obvious.”
“So you believe your psychokinesis is basically a burst of abnormal electrical activity in the brain, similar to a seizure.” Bo stared at him, keen gaze searching his face. “I wondered about that earlier. You think psychic abilities could be a form of epilepsy, don’t you?”
“I think it’s possible, yes.”
“And if it’s a type of epilepsy, it could be controlled with medication.”
Sam wished he didn’t have to crush the blaze of hope in Bo’s dark eyes. “Possibly. But I don’t want to do that.”
The muscle in Bo’s jaw twitched. “Don’t try to be noble, Sam. You’re under no obligation to seek out the damn portals and close them.”
“I know that. But how could I look at myself in the mirror if I deliberately suppressed what I can do, knowing what I know about the portals?”
“Nobody could blame you for not wanting to put yourself in danger. I know you. You’ll put yourself in harm’s way in a heartbeat to close one of these things.”
“Yes, I will. Because I can. Because there isn’t anyone else.” Sam rubbed his thumb over Bo’s. “Remember what we learned at Oleander House? Most people who can open the portals end up catatonic. I don’t know why I’m one of the few whose mind can process it, but I am. I can’t just ignore that.”
Bo stared at Sam’s hand where it lay over his. “Please, Sam. I can’t stand the thought of losing you to one of those things.”
Sam’s chest tightened. Brushing a stray lock of hair from Bo’s face, he leaned over to kiss his temple. “You won’t lose me that way, Bo. They’ve never harmed a focus before.”
“That we know of.” Bo lifted his head and pinned Sam with a pleading gaze. “We’re still fumbling in the dark when it comes to these portals. We don’t know all the rules yet. Anything could happen, Sam. Anything.”
Turning sideways, Sam stroked Bo’s cheek. “Say I start taking seizure medicine, and it actually works, it suppressed my psychic abilities. What happens the next time we encounter a portal? What happens to us all, including me, if I’ve lost the ability to close it?”
The helpless anger in Bo’s eyes said he understood exactly what Sam was saying, and hated it. He opened his mouth, then closed it again and shook his head. “If you get yourself killed trying to close one of those fucking things, I’ll never forgive you.”
Sam laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. Cupping Bo’s face in his hands, Sam leaned forward and kissed him.
Bo’s mouth opened under his, tongue pushing in. One hand slid into Sam’s hair, the other diving between his legs to squeeze his hardening prick. Sam moaned at the touch.
Shoving Sam onto his back, Bo straddled his hips and ground his erection into Sam’s. “Fuck me.”
Sam blinked, shock and disbelief warring with a surge of desire. “What?”
“I said, fuck me.” Bo’s voice was hoarse, his eyes on fire. He bent and bit Sam’s bottom lip. “Don’t you want to?”
“I… I just…” Sam whimpered when Bo’s hips rocked against his, harder this time. “Yeah, God, yes. You’re sure?”
“I am.” Dipping his head, Bo sucked at the spot on Sam’s throat which always made him squirm and