What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

pinking. “When I first went to see her about the divorce, she told me I’d better tell her anything Janine and her lawyer might bring up in the custody hearings. It took me a little while to work up the courage, but I did it. Nothing’s more important than my boys. I’ll do anything to keep them in my life.”
“That must’ve been hard,” Sam said softly.
Bo nodded. “It was. But Sarah—that’s my lawyer—she’ll be discreet. And she needs to know everything if she’s going to help me keep my children.”
Sam thought about that. “You should probably tell her about us.”
“I know. I will.” This time, Bo’s smile held an endearing mix of shyness and mischief. “I think I’m going to enjoy being able to tell someone about us.”
Those words made Sam feel warm all over. “Does this mean we can tell our friends? Other than Dean, of course, since he already knows.” Sam didn’t mention his suspicion that Cecile had figured it out as well. He wasn’t sure, and he saw no point in worrying Bo with speculation.
“Dean’s too perceptive for his own good,” Bo grumbled, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “I don’t know, Sam. I want to. But it might take me a little while to be ready for that. I hope that’s okay.”
Sam studied Bo’s face. His eyes held a trace of anxiety, but not the borderline panic Sam had seen every other time he’d broached the subject of coming out. Don’t be picky, Sam, he ordered himself. He loves you. You’re together, and he’s willing to think about coming out at least. Don’t push it.
“It’s fine,” Sam reassured him. “You said you figured out that you can’t live without me. I found out the same thing. I thought being out in the open was so important, and it is important to me. But not as important as being with you. We’ll keep it to ourselves until you’re ready.”
Bo’s smile lit up the darkening room. “Thank you.”
Resting his forehead against Bo’s, Sam stroked Bo’s silky hair. “Anything you want, Bo. I love you.”
Bo made a small sound in the back of his throat. For a second, Sam thought he was going to answer in kind. But he didn’t. Instead, he wound his body around Sam’s and kissed him, tongue darting quick and eager into Sam’s mouth.
Sam responded with an equal passion. It wasn’t long before he lay sprawled on his back with Bo on top of him, their cocks sliding together, magnificent friction sparking a fire in his body.
Sam didn’t mind that Bo hadn’t said those three little words. He’d said it once, and that was enough, for now.
    Full dark had fallen by the time Sam and Bo finally got out of bed, taking the lube and condoms with them. The shower they shared lasted somewhat longer than was strictly necessary, and Sam was walking rather stiffly when they got out. He wouldn’t have changed a thing, though. Every time his backside twinged, he remembered what had caused it, and smiled.
    Bo eyed him with concern as they turned on the TV and curled up on the sofa together to wait for the pizza they’d ordered. “You sure you’re okay?”
    “More than okay.” Gingerly shifting his position, Sam looped an arm around Bo’s shoulders and kissed his forehead. “It’s just been a while, that’s all. Takes a little getting used to.”
    “I didn’t mean to make you sore.”
    Sam grinned at Bo’s sheepish expression. “Sore from getting your ass thoroughly fucked—twice—is a good thing.”
    Bo’s blush made Sam laugh. Trying without success to look stern, Bo smacked Sam’s thigh. “Stop laughing at me.”
    With a great effort, Sam managed to look contrite. “Sorry. But you’ll see what I’m talking about.”
    Bending his knees up, Bo leaned against Sam’s shoulder. “Eventually. I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.”
    “That’s fine,” Sam said, ignoring the tiny twinge of disappointment. “No rush. Some men never bottom, it’s okay if you decide you don’t want to.”
    “I do want to.” Tilting his head, Bo brushed his lips across Sam’s throat. “When I was inside you, you looked like it was the best thing in the world. I want to know what that feels like, eventually. Just not yet.”
    “When you’re ready, you let me know.” Sam took Bo’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “In the meantime, there’s all kinds of fun stuff we can do.”
    Bo’s eyes sparkled wickedly. “Such as?” “Blowjobs,” Sam said firmly. “We have to do that next.”

    “Oh, I definitely want to