Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4 by Ally Blue Read Free Book Online Page B

going to have to start doing in a few hours.” Rising to his feet, David held a hand down for Cecile and hauled her up. “We’re off to bed. See y’all this afternoon.”
David and Cecile exited amid a chorus of good nights. Cecile squeezed Sam’s arm as she passed, and Sam gave her a smile in return.
Yawning, Sam laid an arm around Bo’s shoulders. “I’m going back to bed, Bo, you coming?”
Bo hesitated. The desire to start watching videos right away was clear as day on his face, and Sam’s heart plummeted to his feet.
Sam let his arm slip from around Bo and stepped back. “Okay. Guess I’ll see you later today.”
Sam turned and walked away without looking back. He was torn between fury and sorrow, and didn’t understand why either emotion was so strong. Evidence as good as Dean’s thermal video was rare, and Sam knew how excited Bo got about those things. Hell, they all did, Sam himself no less than any of the others. So why was he so upset about Bo wanting to go ahead and delve into the data from the night’s work?
Because he’d rather do that than come back to bed with you, that’s why.
Grimacing, Sam started up the stairs. He wished he could stop feeling so resentful of work. He loved his job. He’d loved it ever since he’d first arrived at Oleander House all those months ago for his first case with Bay City Paranormal. Bo felt the same, and Sam knew that. Their mutual love for their work was one of the things which had drawn them together in the first place. He hated that the business had begun to come between him and Bo.
No. That wasn’t right. The business hadn’t come between them. He’d let it come between them, for no reason at all other than his childish need to be first in Bo’s heart.
“Fuck, Sam,” he sighed, walking into the bedroom and kicking the door shut. He flopped on top of the wadded-up covers. “Why can’t you just grow up? Why are you pouting like some stupid kid?”
Having no answer for that, he fell into bed and willed his body to relax.
He’d begun to doze off when the bedroom door opened. A shirtless silhouette in battered denim shorts slipped inside. Sam heard the sound of a zipper, then a muffled thump of fabric hitting the floor. Seconds later, the mattress dipped and a warm naked body molded itself to his. Bo laid his head on Sam’s chest, and Sam wrapped an arm around him.
“Find anything else?” Sam asked, resting his cheek against Bo’s hair.
“I don’t know. I didn’t stay to see.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
“Why not?” Sam wasn’t sure the question was a good idea, but he wanted to know. He wondered if he was just being a masochist.
For a moment Bo was silent, one finger idly circling Sam’s nipple. “Do you want the truth?”
Sam frowned. “Of course I do.”
“You were angry with me. And I didn’t want you to be. When I know you’re upset with me about something, it makes me feel literally sick.” He cuddled closer, his hair tickling Sam’s skin. “What have I done, Sam?”
The undercurrent of sadness in Bo’s voice made Sam ache inside. He wound both arms around Bo and kissed the top of his head. “You haven’t done anything. It’s me. I’m tired, and it’s making me act like a prick. I’m sorry.”
Lifting a hand, Bo curled his fingers around Sam’s forearm. “You don’t need to be jealous of Bay City Paranormal, you know.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Yes, you are. And I’m telling you right now, you shouldn’t be.” Bo raised his head and tucked a hand under his chin. His face was a blur in the darkness of the room. “I’ve put a great deal of my time and energy into this business. I’m proud of it, and I love it. But I love you more.”
Sam’s throat went tight. He knew what Bo was saying, and the knowledge of what Bo was offering to sacrifice for him was humbling.
Tangling his fingers in Bo’s hair, Sam pulled him in for a soft, slow kiss. “I meant what I said before,” he whispered against Bo’s mouth.