Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

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In the space of a day, everything Bear was raised to believe is called into question, and he must make a life-changing decision—follow the law, or follow his heart.
Warning: This book contains ropes, oil, primitive post-apocalyptic cultures and gay sex in the dirt.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Dragon’s Kiss:
Dragon cast a hopeful look over his shoulder as Bear took the goat’s milk soap out of its bag and
dipped it in the water. “Would you wash my hair?”
“Sure.” Bear worked a froth of creamy lather between his hands, then dropped the soap back in the
bag. He dug his soapy fingers into Dragon’s thick hair, working through the tangles as gently as he could.
“Wow. I wish I had a comb. This is kind of a mess.”
Dragon laughed. “Tell me about it. That’s what sleeping on the ground for a few days’ll do for you.” Silence fell. Bear rubbed his fingers in little circles on Dragon’s scalp. The thick white lather swiftly
turned black with grime. He scooped a few handfuls of water onto Dragon’s head, pulled the soap out again
and rubbed the bar directly into the man’s hair.
Dragon hummed and leaned into Bear’s touch as he worked his way through the waist-length tresses,
careful not to dislodge the bits of colored cloth and leather. “Mother, does that ever feel good. The itching’s
been driving me crazy.”
“Mm.” Bear shoved the soap back into its bag. “Kneel down. I’ll rinse the soap out.” Dragon sank to his knees. Kneeling beside him, Bear put one hand behind Dragon’s back. “Lean
back. I’ve got you.”
Dragon’s pale eyes rolled up to meet Bear’s. He arched backward until only his face remained above
the water’s surface. His hair streamed out behind him, trailing swirls of dirty suds into the water. Bear
combed his free hand through Dragon’s hair until the water ran clear. With the dirt gone, the dappled
sunlight coaxed glints of red and gold from the floating strands.
“Beautiful,” Bear murmured.
If Dragon heard, he didn’t let on. Bear was grateful for that.
When the last of the soap had been rinsed away, Bear lifted Dragon’s head out of the water. “There.
That’s got it.”
“Thank you.” Dragon smiled. “It’s nice to feel clean again.”
“I still have to wash the rest of you,” Bear reminded him. “Stand up, and I’ll get your legs.” With Bear’s hand on his elbow to balance him, Dragon clambered to his feet and stood gazing
expectantly down at Bear. His gray eyes were dark and heavy, his stiff cock bobbing just below the water’s
surface. Bear could smell his lust.
Bear looked around as he took out the soap and began scrubbing Dragon’s legs underwater. Above
him, the willow branches swayed and murmured in the breeze. The fields were alive with the sounds of
insects and birds. Two squirrels raced in spirals around the willow’s trunk, claws scrabbling on the bark.
There was no trace of human sound or scent, not even Lynx. Bear knew exactly how far upstream Lynx
would need to go, and about how long it would take him.
There’s time , the breeze and the river seemed to whisper. No one needs to know .
“Oh,” Dragon gasped, bringing Bear abruptly out of his thoughts. He glanced up, heart pounding.
Dragon’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth open.
Oh Mother . Bear looked down, even though he knew what he would see. He could feel it. And there it
was, his hand wrapped around Dragon’s rigid shaft, stroking him with a practiced touch. Dragon’s hips
moved in tiny pulses, thrusting his prick into Bear’s palm. He moaned, the sound low and rough, and the
last of Bear’s resistance fell away.
Letting Dragon’s shaft slip out of his hand and ignoring the resulting whimper of protest, Bear laid his
hands on Dragon’s hipbones. “Turn around.”
Dragon did as Bear said, kicking up a cloud of silt as he shuffled his feet. He craned his neck to give
Bear a questioning look. “Bear?”
“It’s okay.” Bear rubbed the soap between his hands, working up a lather, then nudged the dwindling
bar against Dragon’s bound wrists. “Hold this.”
Dragon obediently closed a hand around the soap. “Bear, no, you shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t what?” Plunging his hands into the water, Bear planted his slick palms on Dragon’s taut
little ass before the soap could wash away. He began kneading the muscles with his fingers, working in
slow circles. “I’m just bathing you. That’s all.”
“But it’s against the law