Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

with its sprinkling of dark hair made a tempting pillow, and he saw nothing in those brown eyes but the simple desire to hold him.
Such honesty was rare in Dean’s experience, and he found it irresistible. Rolling over, he molded his body to Sommer’s and let his head rest on Sommer’s chest. He slid an arm around Sommer’s waist and slung a leg over his thigh. Sommer’s arms went around him, and a kiss was pressed to the top of his head. He sighed, his body relaxing in Sommer’s embrace. He felt warm, safe and content.
Maybe, he thought as his eyes drifted closed, he could handle this post-sex snuggling thing after all.
Chapter Four
    In his dream, Dean heard drums. The rhythmic thumping wound through his subconscious, nudging him ever-so-gently toward wakefulness. As frequently happened when he dreamed, he was fully aware of being asleep, his dream cradling him in warm, living darkness like being back in the womb. It was strangely comforting, and he didn’t want to leave it just yet. But the thumping was growing louder by the second, too irregular for a heartbeat and too insistent to be ignored.
    “Sommer! Open this fucking door right now , dammit!”
    It was Kerry’s voice, and she sounded furious. Dean’s eyes flew open. Sunlight poured through the window in a golden flood, bringing out the deep burgundy of Sommer’s bedspread and the rich hues of the bed’s wooden posts. Dean had a split second to process the cream-colored walls and the huge antique wardrobe which almost brushed the high ceiling before realization hit him.
    It was morning. He’d fallen asleep in Sommer’s arms, and there he’d stayed all night.
He sat up just in time to meet Sommer’s startled, sleep-addled gaze. Sommer’s dark eyes went wide as he evidently realized the same thing Dean did. “Oh no. We fell asleep.”
“Yeah. And Kerry sounds like killing us both right now.” Dean hopped off the bed, found his jeans and started pulling them on. “You go first.”
Sommer rose and stretched, looking not at all anxious to face Kerry’s wrath. “Why don’t you go? You’ve known her longer.”
“Yeah, but she’ll hurt me. You, she likes.” Dean bit his lip, torn between Kerry’s increasingly frantic shouts and the mouthwatering display of Sommer’s nude body gleaming in the morning sun. The way the lean muscles shifted as he moved made Dean’s palms itch to touch him. “You know, Sommer, if you don’t put some clothes on I’ll be forced to molest you right here and now, and then it’ll be Death By Pregnant Woman for both of us.”
Sommer laughed, the sound husky with sleep and unbearably sexy. He swayed toward Dean, mouth hitching into that crooked little smile. “Guess I’d better get dressed then. It’d be pretty embarrassing for us big tough he-men to be torn apart by a five-footnothing pregnant girl.”
Shaking his head, Dean let himself be swept into Sommer’s arms and pulled snug against his warm naked body. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
“No, I won’t.” Sommer rubbed the tip of his nose against Dean’s. “One kiss, and I’ll go smooth her feathers.”
Dean knew he shouldn’t. Bad enough that he’d accidentally—it was an accident, wasn’t it?—fallen asleep and spent the entire night in Sommer’s bed. Indulging in morning-after kisses and nuzzles just made it harder to say “so long” and never look back when he had to leave. But he found himself unable to resist Sommer’s sweet smile and sparkling eyes. Winding his arms around Sommer’s neck, Dean tilted his head and parted his lips for Sommer’s kiss.
The sound of the front door opening startled them apart. Kerry’s angry voice and Ron’s calmer one sounded from the foyer.
“Oh crap,” Sommer muttered. “I forgot they had a key.”
“A key? Why?”
“For emergencies.” Sommer winced when the pounding resumed, on his bedroom door this time. “Dammit. I’d better get dressed.”
Dean ran to the bedroom door while Sommer snatched his jeans off the floor and yanked them on. He had the zipper up and was fastening the button when Kerry started talking again.
“Dean, you better be in there,” Kerry growled. “’Cause I am going to kill you.”
“Way to make a guy let you in, Kerry,” Dean called through the closed door.
“See, I told you he was fine,” Ron proclaimed, calm as ever. “They were just—” “I know!” The doorknob rattled. “Are y’all coming out here or not?”
Relief cut a wide swath through