Title: The Ghost in the Water
Series: Samuel Dexter Book 2
Author: Faith Gibson
Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance
There’s a serial killer in Robins, Alabama...
And he’s targeting women who look like the missing young woman Samuel Dexter and his PI mentor, Jillian, are searching for. As Sam trains to become a Private Investigator, he is also learning more about being a medium. During his missing persons case, two ghosts contact Sam, allowing him to put both new sets of skills to use.
In Orlando Shaw’s years as a detective in small town Robins, he’s never come up against a serial killer. Until now. The killer is smart, leaving only the most elusive clues behind. Orlando has always relied on his team, but as the killer continues to evade capture, Orlando turns to the one person who has connections beyond his reach - his lover, Sam.
Navigating the rough waters of their reunion, Sam and Orlando learn there is give and take in a relationship. The love they felt as teens is gone, replaced with a more mature love, and it will take compromise by both men to make it work.
With the help of his little ghost, Cindy, Sam embraces his new gifts as together they help solve another crime.
The Ghost in the Water is book 2 in the Samuel Dexter Series. These books are written to be read in order.
“Do you really want to move in with me?” Orlando asked, barely loud enough for me to hear.
I could tell he was nervous. I’d been around him enough over the past few months to know his tells. His voice dipped low and soft when he wasn’t sure of himself, and he gripped my hips tighter than he probably realized, as if he were grounding us together.
“I do. I can’t worry about the past; I can only look to the future. After I put in a day’s work with Jillian, I want to come home to you. To all this. You cooking and me cleaning up. Seeing our clothes mixed in the washing machine. Lounging around catching up on movies I don’t remember watching. Decorating the house for the holidays. Taking care of Zayden together. I want all the things other couples do when they’re building a home. I want to go to sleep every night with my head on your chest instead of on a cold pillow wondering if you’re asleep yet. I want to wake up with your arm around my waist because you don’t want me rolling away during the night. I want you. I want us.”
“I want that, too. More than anything. Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom. I need to hold you.”
I allowed him to lead me down the hallway. I hadn’t planned on spending the night, but I had a feeling it was going to happen anyway. I should’ve texted Grams, but she knew where I was, and there had been plenty of nights I hadn’t made it home when I was supposed to. We both stripped down to our briefs and slid into our respective sides of the bed only to meet in the middle. Orlando cradled me the way he would if we were going to sleep, and I got comfortable against his strong body. We lay silently, letting our fingers do the talking. I skimmed my fingertips along his powerful thigh while his ghosted across my chest. When he grazed my nipple, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat.
That was all it took to break the spell. Orlando pulled me until I was lying on top of him. “I need you inside me,” he said, arching his back so his erection pressed into me. Resting on my forearms, I rocked back and forth until my dick was as hard as his. I didn’t hurry to give him what he wanted. Instead, I continued to torment us both with slow glides. Up and down. Back and forth. “Sam, please,” he begged. Dipping my head, my tongue teased along his full lips. Lips that were parted. Lips that were waiting for mine.
I licked at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head, searching. My teeth sank into his lower lip, biting just enough to make him gasp. Giving in to the need, I sealed our mouths. Keeping my eyes on his, I ground our dicks together while I sucked on his tongue, imagining it was his cock in my mouth. I had no idea how much experience I had giving head, but I enjoyed it. I loved the way his erection filled my mouth. The slide of warm skin over my tongue until it hit the back of my throat, making me gag. Why imagine it? Just do it.
I slid down Orlando’s body, licking both nipples and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to his stomach and hip bones. I scraped my teeth along his erection through his cotton briefs before nuzzling my nose against his balls and inhaling. His scent filled my nostrils, but it wasn’t enough. There was something about the way Orlando’s body wash mingled with his natural odor that drove me wild.
“Sam, please. I need you filling me up.”
“I’m getting there,” I assured him. I had every intention of making love to him, but not before I got a taste. Orlando pushed his underwear off his hips, and I slid them the rest of the way down his legs, licking his tip before sucking him inside. Orlando grabbed my hair and held my head still so he could grind against my face. I opened my throat as much as possible to accommodate his length. He always knew when I needed him to back off, and this time was no exception. His breathing grew jagged the longer I sucked him, and the few words he muttered sounded a lot like he was fucking god in one breath and damning him in the next.
Faith Gibson is a multi-genre author who lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with the love of her life, and her four-legged best friend. She strongly believes that love is love, and there's not enough love in the world.
She began writing in high school and over the years, penned many stories and poems. When her dreams continued to get crazier than the one before, she decided to keep a dream journal. Many of these night-time escapades have led to a line, a chapter, and even a complete story. You won't find her books in only one genre, but they will all have one thing in common: a happy ending.
When asked what her purpose in life is, she will say to entertain the masses. Even if it's one person at a time. When Faith isn't hard at work on her next story, she can be found playing trivia while enjoying craft beer, reading, or riding her Harley.
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