What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

somehow.”
“They love you, Bo.” Nudging Bo’s head sideways, Sam kissed the pulse point in his throat. “They won’t be swayed that easily.”
“They’re just children. I know they love me, but they’re with her all the time other than short visits. She has a lot of influence over them.” Bo’s hands wandered down to trace the outline of Sam’s nipples through his thin shirt. “God, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Then don’t talk.” Sam flicked Bo’s earlobe with his tongue. “Make love to me one more time before you leave.”
Bo’s soft moan reverberated up Sam’s spine in a way that did nothing at all for his concentration. “Mm. No. Not this time.”
Something in Bo’s voice made Sam’s knees weak. “Why not?”
Laying a hand on Sam’s cheek, Bo leaned close and kissed him, the sweet slow caress of his lips and tongue sending a rush of heat through Sam’s blood. When they pulled apart, Bo’s eyes burned.
“Let me suck you,” Bo whispered. “I haven’t yet, and I…I want to try.”
The mental picture alone was almost enough to make Sam come in his jeans. He reined himself in with an effort. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Blushing, Bo hung his head and gazed up at Sam through a veil of hair. “I keep dreaming of having your cock in my mouth. I want to know how it’ll feel. How you taste when you come.”
Sam had to close his eyes against the whirling in his head. “God, Bo. I want you to. But the tests aren’t back yet.”
Sam had gone to his doctor that week for HIV and hepatitis testing. Both considered it more of a formality than anything else, since Dean was the only other man Sam had been with in months. But they’d agreed it was necessary, and Sam didn’t want to expose Bo to unnecessary risk. Bo hadn’t had sex for over a year before Sam came along. Being a regular blood donor, his blood was tested every couple of months, and he was clean.
Bo’s grin held an irresistible combination of shyness and teasing. “I won’t swallow, if it makes you feel any better.”
Sam had to laugh. He’d been swallowing Bo’s spunk all week.
“It would, actually.” Slipping both hands down to cup Bo’s ass, Sam kissed the end of his nose. “Let me undress you.”
“That would be nice.” Bo’s breathing was already becoming ragged. “As long as I can return the favor.”
“Definitely.” Burying one hand in Bo’s hair, Sam captured his mouth in a deep kiss while working his buttons open with the other hand.
They kept kissing as they undressed each other, kicking their shoes off and inching toward the bed. Sam’s head was spinning, his heart thudding so hard he wondered if the rest of the building heard it. When they fell onto the mattress, tongues and limbs tangled together, both their shirts lay discarded on the floor and Sam’s jeans were already halfway off.
Taking care to keep his weight off Bo’s injured leg, Sam rolled Bo underneath him. “I still can’t believe this is really happening.”
“What?” Bo bit Sam’s neck. “God, get those jeans off.”
Sam groaned and arched his neck to give Bo better access. “I can’t believe you’re really here, in my bed.”
Bending his good leg, Bo hooked his toes in the V of Sam’s undone zipper and shoved his jeans down to his ankles. He cradled Sam’s face in his hands. “Sometimes I can’t believe it either. It was never like this with Janine. Never. I didn’t know it could be this good, with anyone.”
Lacking the vocabulary to accurately explain how he felt, Sam bent to kiss Bo. He slipped a hand into Bo’s jeans, freeing his erection. Bo moaned into his mouth.
“Can’t wait any more, Sam.” Catching Sam’s lower lip between his teeth, Bo flicked it with his tongue. “Need to suck your cock.”
Hearing Bo say that made Sam’s groin ache. Pushing off Bo with great difficulty, Sam sat up on his knees. “Sit with your back against the headboard, it’ll be easier on your leg that way.”
Bo squirmed out of his jeans and underwear, then scrambled backward and rested against the headboard. “Come here.”
The anticipation in Bo’s voice set Sam’s skin on fire. Yanking his tangled jeans off his ankles, Sam crawled forward to straddle Bo’s lap. He rose onto his knees, the tip of his rigid cock brushing Bo’s chin.
Bo licked his lips. Wrapping a hand around Sam’s shaft, Bo slouched until his lips brushed the leaking tip. His gaze locked with Sam’s as he opened his mouth and slid