light and warmth.”
Remy frowned. “Won’t a smoking chimney
tip someone off that we’re out there?”
“ I work at the preserve,
and I’m the one on duty right now. No one else is out there but
me.”
Remy nodded his head and motioned for
Aaron to lead the way. He followed the guy out the front door and
into the brisk May evening. Remy could see his breath coming from
his mouth, the chill this time of year still low this close to the
mountains. He shivered in his jacket and followed Aaron to his
ranger’s SUV.
“ You can follow me out,
but just in case, I’m headed to Route 71. The cabins are on the
southside a few miles in on the left.”
Remy nodded and walked to his truck.
He jumped inside the cold cab and revved up the motor. After
letting it idle for a few seconds, he watched Aaron’s SUV pull out
from his rearview mirror and pushed the truck into reverse. He
gunned the engine once he threw it in drive and pulled in close to
the SUV. They traveled the dark, twisting roads cut through the
rocky landscape and climbed higher onto the mountain. As he dropped
the gear, Remy tried to ignore the pit in his stomach. His hard
cock still throbbed in his pants even as the realization he was in
danger pulsed through him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, but Remy
didn’t think that was totally it.
Why he was following the guy into a
trap, he didn’t know, but something was propelling him to go
wherever it was Aaron was taking him. Maybe after six months of
social solitude, he’d gone insane. Maybe he was suicidal and didn’t
even realize it. But his gut had never done him wrong before, so he
continued to follow along and hope he wasn’t making the biggest
mistake of his life.
After fifteen minutes of uphill
climbing, they leveled out and came to a tunnel. They quickly
zipped through the brightly lit swatch cut through and emerged back
into the dark night. Once out, Remy felt the hairs on the back of
his neck stand up. Electricity filled the air, and he shifted in
his seat, unsure what he was feeling. He followed Aaron another
short distance to Route 71 and turned into the preserve.
The blackness of the surrounding
forest seemed to swallow the light their headlights provided, the
night eerie as the moon hid behind thick clouds. Aaron pulled in
front of the first cabin they came across and parked. Remy pulled
in behind him and got out of his truck, a shiver running down his
spine. The door closing echoed through the empty woods, an owl
answering the sound with a hoot.
Remy looked up as the clouds parted
slightly and showed a brief glimpse of the large, full moon. The
night brightened when the moonbeams were able to penetrate the
gloom and Remy was able to see the path before him a little better.
A wolf’s howl broke the silence around them and made goose bumps
skitter across Remy’s arms. He turned his head toward the sound and
listened as another wolf answered back.
Something drew him to the edge of the
woods as Aaron played with the keys, trying to find the one to open
the cabin. Remy felt the impulse to start trekking through the
trees, searching for God only knew what.
“ Hey, Remy. Are you
coming? I found the right one.”
Remy wanted to say no, he wasn’t. His
feet prickled with the need to walk straight ahead into the black
night.
Yeah, crazy is as crazy does. He took
a deep breath and turned back to Aaron and walked the few steps to
the door.
“ We won’t be bothered up
here this time of year,” Aaron said as he motioned Remy forward.
The set of keys jangled from his palm, and he pressed one into the
knob of the old, scarred wooden door and opened it. “We can be as
loud as we want.”
A tremor ran down Remy’s back at the
glint of maliciousness in Aaron’s gaze. Still, he followed the man
inside the one room cabin and closed the door behind him. Remy
looked about the threadbare cabin and its overused furniture, which
had to be at least two decades old. A large couch that apparently
folded
Remy frowned. “Won’t a smoking chimney
tip someone off that we’re out there?”
“ I work at the preserve,
and I’m the one on duty right now. No one else is out there but
me.”
Remy nodded his head and motioned for
Aaron to lead the way. He followed the guy out the front door and
into the brisk May evening. Remy could see his breath coming from
his mouth, the chill this time of year still low this close to the
mountains. He shivered in his jacket and followed Aaron to his
ranger’s SUV.
“ You can follow me out,
but just in case, I’m headed to Route 71. The cabins are on the
southside a few miles in on the left.”
Remy nodded and walked to his truck.
He jumped inside the cold cab and revved up the motor. After
letting it idle for a few seconds, he watched Aaron’s SUV pull out
from his rearview mirror and pushed the truck into reverse. He
gunned the engine once he threw it in drive and pulled in close to
the SUV. They traveled the dark, twisting roads cut through the
rocky landscape and climbed higher onto the mountain. As he dropped
the gear, Remy tried to ignore the pit in his stomach. His hard
cock still throbbed in his pants even as the realization he was in
danger pulsed through him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, but Remy
didn’t think that was totally it.
Why he was following the guy into a
trap, he didn’t know, but something was propelling him to go
wherever it was Aaron was taking him. Maybe after six months of
social solitude, he’d gone insane. Maybe he was suicidal and didn’t
even realize it. But his gut had never done him wrong before, so he
continued to follow along and hope he wasn’t making the biggest
mistake of his life.
After fifteen minutes of uphill
climbing, they leveled out and came to a tunnel. They quickly
zipped through the brightly lit swatch cut through and emerged back
into the dark night. Once out, Remy felt the hairs on the back of
his neck stand up. Electricity filled the air, and he shifted in
his seat, unsure what he was feeling. He followed Aaron another
short distance to Route 71 and turned into the preserve.
The blackness of the surrounding
forest seemed to swallow the light their headlights provided, the
night eerie as the moon hid behind thick clouds. Aaron pulled in
front of the first cabin they came across and parked. Remy pulled
in behind him and got out of his truck, a shiver running down his
spine. The door closing echoed through the empty woods, an owl
answering the sound with a hoot.
Remy looked up as the clouds parted
slightly and showed a brief glimpse of the large, full moon. The
night brightened when the moonbeams were able to penetrate the
gloom and Remy was able to see the path before him a little better.
A wolf’s howl broke the silence around them and made goose bumps
skitter across Remy’s arms. He turned his head toward the sound and
listened as another wolf answered back.
Something drew him to the edge of the
woods as Aaron played with the keys, trying to find the one to open
the cabin. Remy felt the impulse to start trekking through the
trees, searching for God only knew what.
“ Hey, Remy. Are you
coming? I found the right one.”
Remy wanted to say no, he wasn’t. His
feet prickled with the need to walk straight ahead into the black
night.
Yeah, crazy is as crazy does. He took
a deep breath and turned back to Aaron and walked the few steps to
the door.
“ We won’t be bothered up
here this time of year,” Aaron said as he motioned Remy forward.
The set of keys jangled from his palm, and he pressed one into the
knob of the old, scarred wooden door and opened it. “We can be as
loud as we want.”
A tremor ran down Remy’s back at the
glint of maliciousness in Aaron’s gaze. Still, he followed the man
inside the one room cabin and closed the door behind him. Remy
looked about the threadbare cabin and its overused furniture, which
had to be at least two decades old. A large couch that apparently
folded
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