Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation book 4

by Ally Blue

  Something hard and tight in Sam’s chest loosened. He cupped Bo’s cheek in his palm. “You weren’t the only one out of line last night. I know I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t want to. I hope you know that.”

  “Of course I do.” Bo gazed at Sam, eyes gleaming in the dimness. “I know you feel bad about what happened, Sam, but you shouldn’t. It hurt, yes, but a part of me liked it very much. That scares me a little. But I can’t deny that it excited me for you to take me that way.”

  Sam didn’t know what to say to that. He’d been positive that whatever inner demon was riding Bo last night had made him do things he would never enjoy under normal circumstances. It disturbed Sam—and, to his mortification, intrigued him—to learn that Bo really did get off on an act that was more violence than sex.

  “I don’t want to do that again,” Sam admitted. “Not like last night. If we play rough again at some point, I just…I don’t want it to be that way. Angry. You know?”

  “I know.” Bo stroked Sam’s cheek, thumb tracing his jawline. “No more anger. No more fighting. I don’t know why I’ve been behaving the way I have lately. I’ve just been…I don’t know. I’ve felt very strange, and I’ve been completely out of control. But it ends right here, right now. Our last days here are going to be all about the two of us.”

  It was far better than anything Sam had expected to hear. A wide grin spread across his face. “I like that plan.”

  “Me too.” Bo’s smile was seductive this time. “Kiss me.”

  Desire pooled in Sam’s belly. Tilting his head, he leaned in and sealed his lips to Bo’s. Bo’s mouth opened beneath his. Their tongues slid together, sending a rush of heat through Sam’s blood. He let out a low moan and dropped his hand down to caress Bo’s ass.

  “Let’s go inside,” Bo whispered, his voice low and rough. “I want you.”

  Unable to speak, Sam drew back, took Bo’s hand and led him across the darkening beach to the house.

  They climbed the stairs in a silence which was no longer heavy with tension. In the bedroom, Sam shut the curtains and switched on the bedside lamp. The heavy shade filtered the light to a warm gold which made Bo’s dark skin glow.

  Taking Sam’s hands, Bo pulled him to the bed and grasped the hem of his T-shirt. “Arms up.”

  Sam obeyed, allowing Bo to strip the slightly damp shirt off and throw it on the floor. “You next.”

  “Whatever you say.” Smiling, Bo took off his shirt, then skinned out of his shorts. He was naked underneath, his prick already hard and leaking.

  Sam stared, licking his lips. “God, you have a beautiful cock.”

  “Thank you.” Bo leaned close and drew his tongue up Sam’s throat. “Take off your shorts, so I can see your beautiful cock.”

  Sam shivered. Maybe it was juvenile of him, but he loved hearing the word “cock” emerging from Bo’s lips in that lust-rough voice.

  He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, shoved them down and stepped out of them. Before he could do the same with his underwear, Bo hooked his thumbs in the waistband and sank to his knees, taking Sam’s briefs down at the same time.

  Kneeling at Sam’s feet, Bo closed his eyes and rubbed his face against Sam’s erection. His hands slipped around Sam’s hips, caressing the swell of his ass. Sam moaned. His entire body erupted in gooseflesh. He buried his fingers in Bo’s hair, massaging his scalp.

  Bo rose to his feet again, trailing a feather-light caress up Sam’s body. His thumbs found Sam’s nipples and rubbed them in firm circles. He leaned forward, lips parting, and Sam met him in a deep, unhurried kiss.

  His mouth still locked with Bo’s, Sam put his arms around Bo’s neck and set about unbraiding his rain-damp hair. Bo let out a muffled chuckle. His hands slid up to cradle Sam’s face.

  That tender touch was enough to make Sam’s eyes burn and his throat constrict. Of all the different types of sex he and Bo had explored together, this slow, sweet lovemaking was still what Sam loved best. After the previous night, it was exactly what he needed. What they both needed.

  Bo broke the kiss just as Sam worked loose the last twist in his braid. “Lie down,” Bo ordered, giving Sam’s chest a gentle push.

  Sam shuffled backward, noticing for the first time that his underwear was still tangled around his ankles. Luckily, the bed was only a couple of steps behind him. Lowering himself to the edge of the mattress, he scooted up to the middle of the bed and lay back with his head on Bo’s pillow. He bent his knees and let his legs fall open, his briefs holding his feet together. In this position, he felt wanton. Utterly shameless.

  Grasping his prick in one hand, Sam slid his palm slowly up and down his shaft. “What do you want, Bo? You want to fuck me? Or would you rather have me suck you off?”

  Shaking his head, Bo crawled onto the bed. “No. I want you to stay right there, and let me take care of you.”

  Sam tried to answer, but nothing came out. The raw hunger in Bo’s eyes completely destroyed his power of speech. He nodded, watching with racing pulse as Bo stalked him on all fours across the mattress.

  Planting his hands on either side of Sam’s hips, Bo leaned down and pressed open-mouthed kisses to Sam’s lower belly. His hair cascaded around his shoulders, brushing silky cool along Sam’s groin. Sam let out a ragged moan. “God. Bo.”

  “Mmmm.” Bo drew Sam’s balls into his mouth, rolling them with his tongue for a moment before letting go. He stared up at Sam with hooded eyes. “I love the way you taste, Sam.”

  “Oh, God,” Sam breathed as Bo licked up his shaft and lapped at his slit. “Bo. Please. Please.”

  Another lick, then Bo’s lips sealed around the tip of Sam’s cock. His cheeks hollowed, and Sam gasped at the sudden sharp suction. He got a double handful of thick ebony hair and gave Bo’s head a little push, just enough to remind him of what Sam wanted.

  Bo allowed Sam’s prick to slip from his mouth with a soft pop. “Let me get rid of your underwear. It’s in my way.”

  The way Bo’s breath teased the head of Sam’s cock made Sam want to rut mindlessly into Bo’s mouth, but he managed to concentrate enough to unclench his fingers and let go of Bo’s hair. Bo sat back on his heels, freed Sam’s ankles from the wadded briefs and tossed them aside. He ran his hands up the insides of Sam’s thighs, urging them apart.

  Sam obediently spread his legs. He gazed up at Bo with something like awe. Bo had never looked more gorgeous than he did now, hair tangled and lips swollen, desire bringing a rosy flush to his skin and a simmering heat to his eyes. His prick bobbed red and rigid in front of him, making Sam’s mouth water.

  Crawling forward, Bo straddled Sam on all fours, leaned down and kissed him. Sam opened with a soft sigh to let their tongues wind together. Bo tasted like cock, like sweat and precome, and God, it was exciting. Sam arched up as the kiss became deeper, more aggressive. Bo’s hair fell around them in a dark curtain that smelled of rain and sea air.

  A low groan emerged from Sam’s mouth as Bo’s cock dragged a damp trail across his stomach. Sam’s hips canted upward, looking for friction. He let out a little whine when he found none.

  Bo chuckled against Sam’s mouth. “God, I love it when you’re like this. So turned on you can’t be still.” Dipping his head, he sucked at the spot on Sam’s neck that always made him tremble. His hand snaked downward, fingers curling around Sam’s shaft. “I want to suck your cock, Sam. I want you to come in my mouth. Is that all right?”

  If he’d been capable of any sounds other than breathless whimpers, Sam would’ve laughed. As if it had ever not been all right for Bo to suck him off. Sam laid his palms on Bo’s shoulders and pushed.

  Grinning, Bo shimmied down Sam’s body. He stopped on the way to suck first one nipple then the other, until both were swollen and throbbing, and so sensitive the slightest brush of Bo’s fingertips over them nearly sent Sam right out of his skin. When Bo reached Sam’s navel, he halted a while to explore it with his tongue. The crease where Sam’s right leg met
his hip received the same treatment. Sam wanted to scream with frustration when Bo bypassed his cock, grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed his hips into the air.

  “Hand me a pillow,” Bo said, thumbs caressing Sam’s legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart.”

  The whispered endearment brought a lump to Sam’s throat, even as Bo’s touch twisted the pleasure tighter inside him. Reaching to his right, Sam snagged a pillow and tossed it to Bo, who tucked it beneath Sam’s hips. Sam hooked his hands behind his knees, holding his legs up and apart. He drew a deep breath and let it out in a slow stream. Calm spread through him, tempering his arousal enough that he thought he might not come the second Bo touched his cock.

  With a sweet smile, Bo lifted Sam’s balls in one hand and kissed them. “Beautiful.” He dropped his head, and Sam felt the slick warmth of Bo’s tongue against his hole.

  “Oh fuck,” he panted, fighting to hold still. “Oh fuck. Bo. Yes.”

  Humming, Bo swirled his tongue in a slow circle around Sam’s anus. It felt incredible. The portion of Sam’s brain still capable of rational thought mused that Bo had become very, very good at this in the months since he’d first tried it. Sam expressed his approval with moans and gasps and encouraging noises.

  As usual, Sam’s hole opened right up under Bo’s gentle licks and kisses. Bo plunged his tongue inside again and again, his fingers kneading Sam’s ass cheeks like a cat. Sam rocked and moaned and wondered if it were possible to go insane from pure physical pleasure.

  He was no more than a lick away from coming when Bo pulled back. “Oh, no, no no no,” Sam keened. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  “Not stopping,” Bo murmured. He popped a finger in his mouth, pulled it out and slid it into Sam’s hole.

  Sam let out a choked cry. His fingers shook where they gripped his knees. “Oh. Oh. God.”

  Bo licked his lips, as if trying to gather every last bit of Sam’s taste. “Mmm. So good, Sam.”

  God, please, suck me now, please. Sam couldn’t make the words come out. He whimpered, the sound faint and pitiful.

  Bo’s lips curled into a lustful smile. Then finally, finally, he bent and slid Sam’s prick into that sexy, talented, wonderful mouth.

  Sam let go of his legs and buried both hands in Bo’s hair, moaning low and rough under an overwhelming rush of sensation. One hand across Sam’s hips to hold him still, Bo bobbed his head up and down Sam’s shaft. His tongue curled around the head each time he pulled up, his finger nailed Sam’s prostate over and over, and Sam thought he would have to come soon or die.

  Bo lifted his head, letting Sam’s cock fall from his mouth to hit Sam’s belly with a wet smack. The hand still working Sam’s ass went still, the fingertip pressing his gland just hard enough to send rapid pulses of intense pleasure shooting through his blood. Sam groaned and squirmed in a painful, wordless ecstasy.

  For a moment, Bo just stared, his eyes bright with love and desire and something else, something Sam couldn’t quite identify. “I love you, Sam,” he whispered in a voice hoarse with emotion. Then before Sam could react, he bent and swallowed Sam’s cock to the root. His nose hit Sam’s groin, his throat squeezing in rhythmic waves.

  The feeling was so huge, so rapturous, it flung Sam beyond words, even beyond sounds. He came silently, mouth open and eyes rolled back, his body bowed and shaking.

  Through an orgasmic haze, Sam watched Bo crawl to the bedside table and take out the bottle of liquid lube. He felt Bo slick his hole, felt his legs lifted and spread, felt Bo’s cock slide into his unresisting body. Bo’s hips slapped against his buttocks over and over, driving into him hard and deep. Almost too spent to move, Sam locked his ankles around Bo’s back and cupped Bo’s ass in his hands, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust.

  Bo’s breath hitched in that particular way it tended to do during sex, and Sam knew he was close. Reaching up, Sam pulled Bo’s head down and kissed him. Bo opened with the sweetest little whimper Sam had ever heard, devouring his mouth as if it held the answers to all the mysteries of the universe. Bo tasted like Sam’s semen, and the intimacy that fact implied made Sam’s chest tight.

  When Bo came, Sam stroked his back and drank down his soft, broken moans. He murmured a barely coherent litany of loving words into Bo’s ear, hanging on as he rode out his orgasm. When Bo collapsed on top of Sam, his chest heaving and his heart thudding against Sam’s ribs, Sam held him tight and kissed his forehead and thanked whoever was listening that Bo had come back to him.

  They lay like that for a long time, not speaking, just breathing together. Eventually, Bo pushed up onto one elbow and smiled down at Sam. “That was incredible.”

  “Yes, it was.” Sam reached up to caress Bo’s cheek. “I love you, Bo.”

  “Love you too.” Bo bent and pressed a kiss to Sam’s brow. “You’re exhausted. Go to sleep.”

  The mere suggestion of sleep made Sam’s eyelids feel like they weighed ten pounds each. “Mm-hm. I know it’s early, but you’re right. I’m wiped out.” He yawned. “You must be pretty worn out yourself, are you going to go to sleep too?”

  “Yes. In a minute.” Bo raked the sweaty hair from Sam’s forehead. His fingers mapped the contours of Sam’s face. “Sleep, love. I’m right here.”

  Bo’s voice was low and warm, his touch soothing. Cradled in Bo’s arms, Sam let his body relax.

  The last thing he remembered before sleep took him was the watchful gleam in Bo’s eyes. When he woke some time later from a dream of dark and cold and gut-wrenching terror, Bo was gone.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sam pushed up onto his elbows, blinking his eyes open and looking around the room. The lamp beside the bed was still on, and the bedroom door was shut. A quick glance at the clock told Sam it was ten-thirty. He’d slept no more than a couple of hours.

  Yawning, Sam scooted to the edge of the mattress, stood and wandered into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he retrieved his clothes from the pile on the floor and pulled them on.

  The second he opened the bedroom door, he was struck by the absolute quiet. He should have been able to hear the TV with the volume turned low, or Bo singing to himself while he cooked. But there was nothing. Not even the quiet rustle of pages turning while Bo read.

  Sam hurried down the stairs. A single lamp burned on the end table, but there was no sound from any part of the house. Bo wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen. Sam turned on the back-porch light and opened the door. Bo wasn’t on the porch. The rain had picked up again, thudding hard and steady against the roof and sand, so Sam didn’t think Bo would’ve gone out onto the beach.

  Growing more alarmed by the second, Sam ran back inside and started searching every available surface for a note or anything else to indicate where Bo might have gone. There was nothing.

  It wasn’t until Sam went back to search the table in the foyer for the third time that he noticed that the car keys were missing. A quick look out front confirmed that the car he and Bo had driven here was no longer there.

  Sam leaned against the doorframe, cold dread churning in his stomach. Bo was gone. He’d taken the car and left. And Sam thought he knew where to find him.

  Whirling around, Sam raced up the stairs, snatched his cell phone from the dresser and dialed Dean’s cell. He swore when he got Dean’s voice mail.

  Spurred on by a sense of urgency bordering on panic, Sam yanked on the battered sneakers he’d left lying beside the dresser and leapt down the stairs two at a time. He knew they’d brought an umbrella with them, but couldn’t remember where it was. Not wanting to waste time looking for it, Sam ran out into the rain and splashed across the space between the house and the one next door.

  It wasn’t far, but Sam was soaked to the skin by the time he got to the front porch of the house where Dean was staying with Kyle. He pounded on the door, belatedly noticing the distinct lack of apparent activity in the house. He hoped the group hadn’t decided to retire early tonight.

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nbsp; He was just about to knock again, and maybe yell for good measure, when the door opened. Sam recognized one of the girls he’d seen on the beach before. She smiled at him. “Hey, aren’t you from next door? What’re you doing out in the rain?”

  He managed to return her smile. “Sorry to bother y’all, but I need to talk to Dean. It’s an emergency.”

  Her eyes widened. “Sure. C’mon in, I’ll get him.”

  “Thanks.”

  He stepped inside and stood chewing his lip and dripping on the tiles while the girl hurried into the back of the house. He heard the drone of the TV stop, followed by low voices. A moment later, Dean came striding down the short hallway toward him. His brows drew together in concern when he saw Sam.

  “What’s wrong?” Dean asked, crossing to Sam and laying a hand on his arm. “Jill said it was an emergency.”

  “Yeah, it is. At least I think so.” Sam drew a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “Bo’s gone.”

  Dean frowned. “What do you mean, gone?”

  “I mean, he’s gone. I fell asleep earlier, and when I woke up a little while ago he was nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere.”

  “Maybe he went for a walk or something. I mean, I know it’s raining, but that wouldn’t stop him if he really wanted to go.”

  Sam shook his head. “The car’s gone.”

  Dean’s face went white. “Oh shit. He went to Fort Medina.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of, yeah.” Sam shoved his wet hair out of his eyes. “Will you help me find him? I don’t know why he left, or if he’s okay, and I just…I, I need you, Dean, will you help me?”

  “You know I will.” Taking Sam’s hand in his, Dean pulled him close and kissed his cheek. “We need transport. Let me get Kyle, he can drive us.”

  Sam gaped as Dean dragged him toward the back of the house. “But he won’t want to—”

  “He won’t mind, believe me. Plus we may need a third person if anything’s actually wrong.” They emerged into the living room. The whole group turned to look at them, bathed in the blue glow of the television. “Kyle, can I borrow you?”