What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

feel it.”
Bo stared, eyes wide and unguarded as he came all over Sam’s hand, his body shaking. Sam thought he’d never in his life seen anything so sexy. It was enough to push him right over the edge. His orgasm followed hot on the heels of Bo’s, his semen coating hands and clothes already sticky with Bo’s release. Something about the thought of their seed mingling made him ache inside.
“Oh. Wow.” Bo leaned against Sam’s chest, his breath coming in rapid gulps as if he’d been running. “Jesus, I can’t believe what you do to me.”
Keeping his fingers coiled loosely around Bo’s softening cock, Sam stroked his free hand down the length of Bo’s braid. “Have you talked to Janine yet?” He nuzzled Bo’s flushed cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
Bo tensed. Sam held on, soothing Bo with tender touches and tiny, sweet kisses, letting him know there was no anger or judgment in the question, just the honest need to know.
“Haven’t had time yet,” Bo told him, relaxing a little. “I asked her to meet me for lunch tomorrow. I’m going to tell her then.”
“Good.” Sam drew back to meet Bo’s worried and slightly defensive gaze. He touched Bo’s cheek. “It’s the right thing to do, you know. Even if things don’t work out with us, you have to do this for yourself.”
“What do you mean, if things don’t work out?” Bo demanded, sounding tense.
“I’m just saying,” Sam answered, choosing his words carefully, “that even if we weren’t together, you’ll never be happy as long as you’re living a lie. And I want you to be happy, more than anything else.”
He hadn’t intended to imply that they were breaking up. He’d only meant to let Bo know, as gently as possible, that he realized the possibility existed.
Bo evidently didn’t take it that way. Shoving Sam away, he zipped his pants and started pacing like a caged panther. “Don’t you tell me you don’t want to see me anymore. Don’t you dare, not after you fucking seduced me and changed my whole life!”
“That’s not what I’m saying at all. I don’t want to stop seeing you.” Tucking his softened prick away, Sam fastened his jeans. Clumps of congealing spunk smeared across the fabric. He thought idly that he should clean up, but it didn’t seem very important just then. “But you’re not ready to come out yet. Not even to our friends. I’d be stupid if I didn’t see what that might mean for us.”
Bo stopped pacing in mid-step, whirled and glared at Sam. “Oh, I see. It’s not good enough for you that I’m divorcing my wife, breaking up my family? It’s not good enough that I’ve broken every professional rule there is by having sex with you at the office? If we can’t skip down the goddamn street hand in hand, then we can’t be together at all? Is that it?”
Something inside Sam snapped. Before he could stop himself, all the venom he’d bottled up for months came flooding out.
“Most people in their thirties and forties don’t have to sneak around like kids to see each other,” he shot back. “I think I deserve to be more than someone’s nasty little secret. And you know as well as I do that there hasn’t been any sex. We’ve never even seen each other naked. Is that your idea of an adult relationship? Because it sure as hell isn’t mine.”
The second the words were out, Sam wished he could take them back. The brief satisfaction of telling Bo exactly how he felt would never be worth the hurt and shame and despair in Bo’s eyes at that moment.
Taking a tentative step forward, Sam reached for Bo, wanting more than anything to make it better. “Bo, I’m sorry.”
Bo danced out of reach, shaking his head. Turning without a word, he fled down the hall. Sam watched him disappear into the men’s room. He ached to follow, to hold Bo and kiss him and touch him until those vicious words were forgotten. But he knew neither of them could possibly forget what he’d said. It would hang between them like a lead curtain until the problem was resolved. Until either Bo decided to take the plunge and out himself, or he and Sam broke up for good.
Sam knew which outcome was most likely, and it tore him up inside.
Fifteen minutes later, Bo emerged from the bathroom, his shirt and jeans splotched with water. His face was blank, lips pressed together. He wouldn’t look at Sam, but Sam saw the redness rimming Bo’s swollen eyes. Sam wondered if Bo would ever forgive him. He was pretty sure he’d