Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

breathed deep. Bo’s hair always smelled so good, fresh and clean as a spring morning. The underlying musk of sexual desire added a familiar lusty kick, the two blending into the scent Sam loved more than any other.
    Fastening his mouth to the juncture of Bo’s neck and shoulder, Sam sucked the firm flesh. A hint of salt caressed his tastebuds. He pressed his tongue flat against Bo’s skin to gather as much of the sharp flavor as he could.
    Bo shivered, his body arching against Sam’s. “Oh, God,” he whispered, thrusting into Sam’s hand. “Harder.”
    Electricity shot through Sam’s insides. He obediently tightened his fingers around Bo’s shaft and pulled harder, faster. Bo growled and pushed his ass against Sam’s groin, and fuck but it felt good. Slipping his free hand beneath Bo’s neck, Sam curled his arm around Bo’s skull. His fingers dug into the silken warmth of Bo’s hair and tugged Bo’s head back, baring his neck for gentle open-mouthed kisses. Bo moaned, the sound low and sweet. His hips rocked, forward and backward and forward again, fucking Sam’s hand and rubbing his ass against Sam’s cock, until Sam was lost in a haze of heat and sensation.
    For a while, the only sounds were their panting breaths and the faint squeak of the mattress with the movement of Sam’s arm. Excitement spiraled tight in Sam’s belly. There was something deliciously illicit about lying mostly dressed under the covers, humping against Bo’s ass while he jerked Bo off.
    Bo’s breath hitched. His prick pulsed against Sam’s palm. “Oh fuck. Sam. Close.”

    “That’s it,” Sam breathed, his fingers flying over Bo’s cock. “Come in my hand.”

    The time has come for Kir to use his powers to destroy the agency and bring Josh back to safety.
Minder
    © 2007 Joely Skye

    Third book of the Minders series.
    Josh goes to ground after being given the compulsion to kill his lover. But the agency ensures Josh is not the only threat to Kir’s life.
Last summer, Kir arrived home to blood and death. Josh was gone. All Kir has left is his belief Josh is still alive. Until the agency entraps Kir and suddenly Josh is back in his life. But Josh is not the same man who disappeared almost a year ago…
Josh knows how to kill. Kir, a Minder, can bend people to his will. They will each have to act to keep the other safe, no matter the cost.
Warning: This title contains explicit male/male sex. Due to the serial nature of these stories, the author recommends reading the series in order.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Minder:
    Early morning, before the sun rose, Josh woke disoriented. No longer in his one-man tent, he’d somehow ended up naked in a luxurious bed. He felt safe, if confused. Then his heart stuttered awake to see why. He’d slept with Kir, his beloved. Josh had named him thus last winter, though he couldn’t yet say it aloud.
    When they’d fallen asleep, Kir had been relaxed, but now there was tension in his back and he was curled up on the other side of the bed. With a pang, Josh wondered when Kir had slept with someone he wanted to be with. Apart from Josh that one time.
    Josh rolled out of bed and explored the washroom. Yes, Trey had supplies. Josh opened the box of condoms and while there wasn’t lube, there was oil.
He turned off the bathroom light and padded back into the bedroom, letting his eyes adjust to the gray darkness, listening to Kir breathe. Kir jumped in his sleep. If Kir had been sleeping peacefully, Josh would have let him be.
He placed the oil and condom on the side table and climbed back into bed, crawling over to Kir’s side and looking down at him. He wanted to protect Kir from his past, an impossibility. They could only move forward.
He laid his hand on Kir’s shoulder, very little pressure, and Kir jerked awake.
“Hey,” Josh murmured. “It’s okay.”
“Josh?” Kir tried to turn, but Josh kept pressure on his shoulder.
“Lie on your stomach. Look away from me.”
“Um, okay.” Kir sounded confused, unsure. He paused for a moment, then rested his head on the back of his hands, facing away. Josh could feel the tension in his body. During their few weeks together last summer, they’d made love frequently. Too often, when foreplay began, Kir had been overanxious to please and only relaxed when Josh gave orders. Josh didn’t know if Kir had simply been worried about Josh and his sensitivity to touch, or if making love—at least its opening movements—stressed