Chapter One
Remy sat at the bar, nursing his
second beer as he watched the game on the screen over the
bartender’s head. He didn’t really follow basketball, but it was
something to focus on as he wasted time. The bar was nearly empty,
and the guy who’d promised to meet him was twenty minutes late.
Perhaps that was a sign that the quick hook-up Remy had agreed to
had been a bad, bad idea, which he’d known before he’d ever said
yes. Internet hook-ups were never a great idea anyway, but he’d
been desperate. He’d give the guy ten more minutes or the length of
his beer, whichever came first.
It had been six months since Remy’s
hellacious break-up, and he’d spent most of that time working or
holed up in his apartment, anything to avoid the social scene. Most
of his ex’s friends were his friends as well, or had been. Remy
hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of the drama with them all asking
questions and picking sides, so he’d just bowed out of life for a
few months. One month had easily become two, then three and
suddenly six months later, he’d become a hermit of his own
devise.
He missed interacting with others. He
missed being touched and kissed. He missed sex. So he’d trawled the
dark places on the Internet and found a guy who was most definitely
too good to be true and more than likely an all-out lie. Aaron had
been attractive enough and seemed on the ball, enough for Remy to
handle sharing a few minutes of conversation with him at least, and
he’d looked to be built pretty well. But everyone lied on the
Internet. He was probably some troll.
Remy was desperate enough
that he may overlook it if the guy was, as long as he wasn’t too
far off the mark. It was one night of shared grunting and
satiation. He didn’t need the guy to look like he’d come from the
pages of GQ .
His cock already strained against the
inside zipper of his pants, screaming to get some use, and Remy
hadn’t even seen the guy and didn’t know if he ever would. Things
were looking more like another night of empty masturbation and a
cold bed. He took the last sip from his long neck bottle and
dropped it on the bar before looking at his watch. Twenty-nine
minutes and fifteen seconds was way too long to sit and wait for
anyone. After he dropped a couple of dollars on the bar and rose
from the stool, he turned and shoved his hands into his jacket,
ready to head out into the cool night. On his way, he bumped into a
guy who looked vaguely familiar.
“ Remy?”
Remy eyed the blond and sized him up.
It appeared Aaron was for real and actually looked like his
picture. Shock hit Remy as he realized for once, someone on the
Internet hadn’t lied. Points in the dude’s favor. But he showed up
dressed in a park ranger uniform. Was that some kind of weird
fetish? “Yeah, you Aaron?”
“ Yeah, sorry I’m late,
man. I got stuck at work and forgot to put your number in my phone
before I left. Looks like I got here just in time.” Aaron stared
deeply into Remy’s eyes, the crystal blue almost hypnotic. “If
you’re ready, I know a place close by where we can go hang
out.”
“ Where’s that?” Remy
didn’t like tardiness, and he was still a little irritated, even
with the apology. Part of him just wanted to go the hell home and
forget this bullshit. How had he dropped so low that he was
chatting guys up in Internet forums, looking for a quick, rough
fuck?
“ The game preserve has
some cabins over on the park side that are unoccupied right
now.”
“ An abandoned cabin out in
the middle of nowhere?” Don’t do it! You
fucking moron, say no and leave! Remy eyed
Aaron, instantly feeling a sense of distrust as he sized him
up.
But there was something else telling
him he had to go. His head screamed no, his gut told him he’d
regret not going and he didn’t understand why. Even as the word
“no” rose up on his lips, he felt an invisible force pushing him to
go.
“ They have fireplaces. We
can start a fire for
Remy sat at the bar, nursing his
second beer as he watched the game on the screen over the
bartender’s head. He didn’t really follow basketball, but it was
something to focus on as he wasted time. The bar was nearly empty,
and the guy who’d promised to meet him was twenty minutes late.
Perhaps that was a sign that the quick hook-up Remy had agreed to
had been a bad, bad idea, which he’d known before he’d ever said
yes. Internet hook-ups were never a great idea anyway, but he’d
been desperate. He’d give the guy ten more minutes or the length of
his beer, whichever came first.
It had been six months since Remy’s
hellacious break-up, and he’d spent most of that time working or
holed up in his apartment, anything to avoid the social scene. Most
of his ex’s friends were his friends as well, or had been. Remy
hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of the drama with them all asking
questions and picking sides, so he’d just bowed out of life for a
few months. One month had easily become two, then three and
suddenly six months later, he’d become a hermit of his own
devise.
He missed interacting with others. He
missed being touched and kissed. He missed sex. So he’d trawled the
dark places on the Internet and found a guy who was most definitely
too good to be true and more than likely an all-out lie. Aaron had
been attractive enough and seemed on the ball, enough for Remy to
handle sharing a few minutes of conversation with him at least, and
he’d looked to be built pretty well. But everyone lied on the
Internet. He was probably some troll.
Remy was desperate enough
that he may overlook it if the guy was, as long as he wasn’t too
far off the mark. It was one night of shared grunting and
satiation. He didn’t need the guy to look like he’d come from the
pages of GQ .
His cock already strained against the
inside zipper of his pants, screaming to get some use, and Remy
hadn’t even seen the guy and didn’t know if he ever would. Things
were looking more like another night of empty masturbation and a
cold bed. He took the last sip from his long neck bottle and
dropped it on the bar before looking at his watch. Twenty-nine
minutes and fifteen seconds was way too long to sit and wait for
anyone. After he dropped a couple of dollars on the bar and rose
from the stool, he turned and shoved his hands into his jacket,
ready to head out into the cool night. On his way, he bumped into a
guy who looked vaguely familiar.
“ Remy?”
Remy eyed the blond and sized him up.
It appeared Aaron was for real and actually looked like his
picture. Shock hit Remy as he realized for once, someone on the
Internet hadn’t lied. Points in the dude’s favor. But he showed up
dressed in a park ranger uniform. Was that some kind of weird
fetish? “Yeah, you Aaron?”
“ Yeah, sorry I’m late,
man. I got stuck at work and forgot to put your number in my phone
before I left. Looks like I got here just in time.” Aaron stared
deeply into Remy’s eyes, the crystal blue almost hypnotic. “If
you’re ready, I know a place close by where we can go hang
out.”
“ Where’s that?” Remy
didn’t like tardiness, and he was still a little irritated, even
with the apology. Part of him just wanted to go the hell home and
forget this bullshit. How had he dropped so low that he was
chatting guys up in Internet forums, looking for a quick, rough
fuck?
“ The game preserve has
some cabins over on the park side that are unoccupied right
now.”
“ An abandoned cabin out in
the middle of nowhere?” Don’t do it! You
fucking moron, say no and leave! Remy eyed
Aaron, instantly feeling a sense of distrust as he sized him
up.
But there was something else telling
him he had to go. His head screamed no, his gut told him he’d
regret not going and he didn’t understand why. Even as the word
“no” rose up on his lips, he felt an invisible force pushing him to
go.
“ They have fireplaces. We
can start a fire for
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