Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

hipbone, but he didn’t care. Watching Bo lose himself in ecstasy more than made up for the slight discomfort.
“God, close,” Bo groaned, his voice ragged. “Touch me.”
Sam was already reaching for Bo’s cock before the request was out of his mouth. Curling the fingers of his good hand around Bo’s rigid shaft, Sam stroked it in the rough, rapid rhythm he knew Bo preferred. Bo’s insides fluttered in response, and Sam gasped as a rush of heat burst in his belly. He came with a low, heartfelt groan, every muscle in his body tense.
“Sam, oh, oh fuck! ” Bo’s back arched, his head flung back as his semen spilled over Sam’s hand, and Sam decided he’d never seen anything sexier in his life.
He kept pumping his fist until the last of Bo’s come dribbled out and Bo started to squirm away. Pulling carefully out of Bo’s ass, Sam snatched the towel off the headboard where he’d left it that morning after his shower. He wiped off his hand, snaked his arm around Bo’s middle with the last of his strength and collapsed sideways onto the bed. Bo fell into his embrace and lay there panting.
Sam rested his hand in the center of Bo’s chest, thumb caressing the damp skin. Bo’s heart thudded against his palm. “Wow,” Sam mumbled, licking a drop of sweat from behind Bo’s ear. “I may never move again. You okay?”
Chuckling, Bo turned his head to collect a breathless kiss. “Fucked to within an inch of my life, but I think I like it.”
“Good, because I know I did and I’d hate to think the feeling wasn’t mutual.” Sam moved his hand up to cup Bo’s cheek. “So, it was all right? I didn’t hurt you?”
Bo smiled, dark eyes shining. “No, Sam, you didn’t hurt me.”
“It’s always kind of uncomfortable at first.”
“Yes, I expected that.”
“It gets better.”
“I’m sure it does.” Bo twisted surprisingly fast in Sam’s arms and pressed two fingers over his mouth. “Sam, it was good. Incredible, actually. It hurt a little bit at first, sure. But like you said, it’s that way for everyone. I was expecting it. And it was only a few seconds before it started to feel so good I can’t even describe it.” His fingertips skated over Sam’s bottom lip, tickling the skin. “You took such good care of me, Sam. You made it wonderful for me, like you always do.”
The adoration in Bo’s eyes warmed Sam right through. He buried one hand in Bo’s tangled hair and kissed him. Bo opened to him with a soft sigh, arms winding around his neck. Sam shut his eyes and let himself sink into it.
Of all their different kinds of kisses, ranging from bruisingly passionate to innocently playful, these were his favorite. The sweet, languid kisses shared when they were naked and tangled together in bed, sated from good sex and communicating their love for one another in the age-old language of lips and tongues and leisurely caresses. This, he knew, was what life was all about. The dream every human being chased since the day of their birth. Loving, and being loved in return.
He’d begun to think he’d never have that. Until Bo came along and they turned each other’s worlds inside out. Now, he couldn’t imagine his life without Bo.
When the kiss finally broke, Sam clutched Bo close, buried his face in Bo’s neck and breathed in Bo’s musky scent, redolent with sex and sweat. Bo laughed, both hands buried in Sam’s hair. “Sam? What are you thinking?”
“That I love you, and I never want to be without you.” Sam kissed Bo’s neck and nuzzled behind his ear. “I want to protect you.”
“Which is why you refuse to even find out if your psychokinetic abilities might be controlled with medication.” Bo drew back enough to look Sam in the eye. His face was deadly serious. “I love you too, Sam. That’s why I don’t want you to have any reason to face those portals again, now that we know there might be a way out of it.”
“We don’t know anything yet. And we’ll keep getting portal cases. That’s not going to stop, which means I have to be ready. We all do.”
Bo bit his lip. “We don’t have to take those cases. We can just say no. Nobody has to know why.”
“Yes, we do have to take them.” Sam brushed a lock of hair from Bo’s eyes and kissed his forehead. “I may not be the only person in the world who can connect my mind to the portals without going insane, but I’m betting there’s damn few of us. When people come to us with these things, we have to help