Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

head. His gaze darted up again, meeting Dean’s, and Dean caught his breath at the fire in the man’s eyes. Before Dean could say a word, Sommer’s hand clamped onto the back of his neck and pulled him into a rough, demanding kiss.
Chapter Three
    For a split second, sheer surprise held Dean immobile. He knew Sommer wanted him, and he was confident they’d end up in bed before the night was out, but he’d expected to take the initiative himself. He never would have guessed Sommer would be this aggressive.
    The thoughts fleeted through Dean’s brain in the space of a heartbeat, then Sommer’s tongue darted into his mouth and anything resembling rational thought went right out the window. With a low moan, Dean clutched Sommer close and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
    One long, graceful hand slid down to cup Dean’s ass through his snug jeans, the ones he’d worn specifically because they displayed his backside to best advantage. Dean returned the favor, grabbing a double handful of well-toned rear end and squeezing as Sommer attempted to suck his tongue out. Sommer groaned, the hand on Dean’s neck moving up to fist into his hair.
    Dean whimpered when Sommer’s knee pushed between his legs. He rubbed himself shamelessly against the firm thigh.
“Let’s go inside,” Dean breathed the second Sommer broke the kiss to bite at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “God, if you fuck as good as you kiss it’ll probably kill me but I don’t care.”
Sommer’s chuckle vibrated against Dean’s throat. “No one’s ever complained. Not that I’m in the habit of taking men I just met to bed.”
“Mmm,” Dean hummed, arching his neck for Sommer’s nibbles and kisses. “I’d ask you why you’re taking me to bed, but I don’t care just as long as you fuck me through the mattress.”
To Dean’s relief, Sommer didn’t seem inclined to answer the question Dean had half-asked. Pulling out of Dean’s arms, Sommer grabbed his hand and started dragging him up the steps to the porch. “Come on. There’s lube and condoms in my bedroom.”
Dean’s insides clenched. Oh, my. I think I like him bossy. Grinning, he let himself be led inside.
The front door was barely shut behind them when Sommer slammed Dean against the wall for another invasive kiss. Dean moaned, tremors running through his body at the feel of Sommer’s hands sliding up under his shirt. As far as Dean was concerned, there was nothing better than a forceful man. He never would’ve pegged Sommer Skye for one of those men, but he wasn’t about to complain. The contrast between Sommer’s shy, polite public self and the man currently eating at Dean’s mouth was exciting as hell.
God, I hope he’s this take-charge in bed. Dean shoved a hand down the back of Sommer’s jeans, fingertip just dipping into the crease of his ass. Sommer growled and shoved his tongue deep into Dean’s mouth, and Dean mentally congratulated himself. Showing a bit of aggressiveness of his own, he’d found, usually brought out the animal in his bed partners. The male ones, anyhow. The women loved it when he went all Alpha on them, but in those cases he was forced to keep on playing the dominant role. He much preferred making himself submissive. Especially to a man like Sommer, whose dominant tendencies evidently only came out in the bedroom.
Bedroom. We should be in the bedroom right now. “Bedroom,” Dean mumbled, the word slurred by kisses. “Where?”
Sommer waved a hand toward a half-open door to Dean’s left. “There.” Seemingly in no hurry to move, Sommer tilted Dean’s head back by the hair and ran a smooth wet tongue up his throat.
“Oh God,” Dean breathed, hanging onto Sommer’s shoulders to keep from collapsing in a heap on the floor. “Can…can we go in there? You’re making my legs not work.”
He felt Sommer’s lips curl into a smile. “Good.”
Sommer’s hand crept between Dean’s thighs, cupping his crotch, and he whimpered. “ Please. ”
Laughing, Sommer drew away, letting a hand slide down to clasp Dean’s. “I like how you beg.”
“I like how you make me want to beg.” Dean slipped an arm around Sommer’s waist and hung on to one of the belt loops on the black jeans. His legs felt like rubber bands, making it difficult to walk. “I’ve been wanting to spread my legs for you ever since you walked into The Open Eye this afternoon.”
Shoving the bedroom door open, Sommer dragged Dean inside and kicked the door shut again.