What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

there.”
Dean lunged for the bag, grabbed three water bottles and tossed Andre and David each one. Twisting the cap off the third bottle, he downed half of it in one breath. “Oh God,” he gasped. “I needed that. Thanks, Andre.”
“No problem.” Andre took a long swallow of his own water. “All right, I’m off for a while. Who wants a ride home?”
“Me,” Cecile said, coming down the hall from the ladies’ room. She’d offered to stay upstairs and talk with Mr. Innes about opening the side tunnels since Bo’s help had been needed with the equipment set-up. “I have some errands to run before Andre and I have guard duty. Are we leaving the cameras up until one a.m. since we got started late?”
“Yes, I guess we should.” Bo glanced at his watch. “Well, Sam? You ready to get started?”
The fevered look in Bo’s eyes went straight to Sam’s crotch. He didn’t think Bo was talking about guarding the equipment, or monitoring the cameras.
“Um, yeah.” To Sam’s relief, his voice sounded normal.
“Okay, we’re off then.” Andre jerked his head toward the front entrance of the school. “Come on, I have things to do.”
Sam watched as Andre stalked off without a backward glance. His heart ached for his friend. It couldn’t have been easy for Andre to experience the sort of sensations he’d had in Oleander House, bringing back memories of that horrible night. If he closed his eyes, Sam could still see Amy’s lifeless body. How much worse must it be for Andre, who’d been her lover and partner for years?
“Is he all right?” Dean asked, gray-green eyes full of concern as he watched Andre walk out the door, David and Cecile following arm in arm in his wake.
“He will be.” Bo sighed. “I’ll tell you about it sometime soon. Right now, it’s enough to know he’s going through a tough time. He closes up sometimes. Don’t take it personally.”
“Okay, sure. See y’all later.” With a quick wave, Dean trotted after the rest of the group.
Sam glanced around the suddenly quiet hallway. Mr. Innes had left while they were setting up the cameras, saying he would be back in a few hours. The knowledge that he and Bo were alone in the building hit Sam like a hammer.
Sam cleared his throat. “Okay. So. What did you want to talk about?”
For a moment, Bo said nothing. Then, just as his silence started to make Sam nervous, he took Sam’s hand and pulled him into the shadows under the stairs.
“Bo, what—”
Bo’s hand against his lips cut him off. “Shhh. Don’t say anything. Just touch me.”
“But—”
“But nothing.” Pressing close, Bo rolled his hips against Sam’s. The unmistakable hardness in Bo’s jeans sent Sam’s head spinning. “I need you to touch me, right now.” Bo’s voice was a rough whisper, his lips warm and silky on the skin of Sam’s neck. “Please. There’s no one here to see. Please.”
Sam wanted to protest, if for no other reason than Bo’s resolute refusal to see him openly. Then Bo’s mouth found his, Bo’s hand slipped between his legs, and all thought melted in a scorching wave of desire.
Whimpering into the kiss, Sam cupped Bo’s head in one hand and fumbled Bo’s jeans open with the other. Bo shuddered against him when he wrapped his fingers around Bo’s erection and squeezed.
“Oh God,” Bo whispered, his breath hot on Sam’s lips. “Yes.”
“Yeah.” Sam licked Bo’s ear. “Bo…”
Even as Sam spoke, Bo’s fingers yanked open the button on his jeans and tugged down his zipper. Sam’s legs turned to rubber at the feel of Bo’s hand on his cock, the shy yet eager touch he’d become addicted to over the past few weeks. Letting the last of his reservations fall away, Sam closed his eyes and gave himself up to his need.
The uncomfortable angle soon had Sam’s wrist cramping, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Bo pushed rough moans into his mouth every time his thumb pressed into Bo’s slit. Bo’s fingers twisted around Sam’s shaft, sending tingling tendrils of pleasure snaking down his thighs. The kiss turned hungry and harsh, both men groaning as they fucked each other’s hands.
“God, Sam,” Bo panted, and bit Sam’s lower lip. “Close.”
Sam nodded, stroking Bo’s prick faster. “Love how you touch me.”
Bo went still, his cock pulsing in Sam’s hand. When he spoke, his voice was barely audible. “Sam, oh my God…”
“Come on,” Sam growled, pulling back enough to see Bo’s face. “Let me