Wild Jack’s
By
Mark James

Furious wind battered the small window of the filthy bathroom.
Cody looked at himself in the grimy, cracked mirror. A blonde boy with scared blue eyes looked back at him.
“What are you doing here?” he asked himself.
Cody closed his eyes, leaned his head against the mirror and wished he was anywhere but here. He tried not to hear the loud sounds out in the bar. The drunken laughter and hollering sounded like shrieks in some bizarre purgatory for men so mean, hell wouldn’t let them in.
Back home, he was one month shy of getting a framed piece of paper after two years of college. But one mistake, one bad decision and here he was, a fugitive in the land of the unforgiven. Wild Jack’s was the only bar around for fifty miles. Hell, it was the only anything for miles and miles. Around here, a waiter earned tips in the bathroom on his knees.
The oil workers who came into Wild Jack’s were hard men who braved the lonely Northern ends of the world nearly everyday. On weekends, they lived to have fun with a pretty boy.
Suddenly the bathroom door banged open behind Cody. He whirled, heart hammering, and stared into the angry eyes of Bert, owner of Wild Jack’s.
“What the fuck you still doing in here kid?”
Bert was ex-marine and it showed, from his bristling, black crew cut to his six foot frame of tightly packed, solid muscle. He covered the space between them in two long strides and grabbed Cody’s arm.
“Ain’t I told you to come right out when you’re done?” he said, giving the slender boy a hard shake.
“Sorry Bert,” Cody said in a low, careful voice. His new boss terrified him.
Bert shoved Cody out into the dark, narrow hallway, and headed back to the bar.
“Come on college boy,” he said walking past Cody. “Alex said table seven asked for you. Bring him a beer and a shot.”
Anywhere but here, Cody thought, following after Bert, anywhere but this corner of hell.
Cody worked his way up to the crowded, horseshoe bar. On the juke box a country and western singer whined about his troubles with love.
“Hey boy,” a big man with two front teeth said to him. “You looking real pretty tonight.”
He ran a filthy hand the size of a bear’s paw over Cody’s ass, outlined in tight denim shorts.
“Yeah,” the man next to him said, rubbing the crotch of his work jeans. He was built like a mountain and looked dumb as dirt. “You as pretty as a girl.” They both roared drunken laughter.
Cody took the beer and shot glass full of Yukon Gold that Bert gave him on a small wooden tray. He worked his way through men jammed nearly shoulder to shoulder, heading for table seven. He passed the pool table, where men in flannel shirts and faded jeans pawed at his ass as he squeezed by. Just behind the pool players, a table of men played high stakes poker, drinking bourbon on ice, gambling away the fortune they made down in the mines.
The man at table seven was the only man in the bar who sat alone. He was big and bulky, like all the men in Wild Jack’s. The rolled up sleeves of his navy flannel shirt showed bulging biceps and thick forearms. Cody set the tray down and put the beer and whiskey on the table.
“Sit with me kid,” he said. His voice rumbled, low and deep.
“Can’t,” Cody said. “I have to work the bar.”
Bert’s rule – never sit with a customer, keep circulating.
“I said sit down,” the stranger said in a slow, dangerous voice.
The hard edge in his voice cut through the boy. Cody looked at him in the shadows of the corner booth. Something hard and mean glittered in his dark brown eyes. The stranger grabbed Cody’s arm and pulled the boy down on the wooden bench next to him.
Cody looked into his weathered face. He had fought a lot of tough winters here in the land of the midnight sun. There was a coldness about him that was like the land he worked – harsh, unforgiving. Something in Cody was irresistibly drawn to him.
“You’re real pretty,” the man said, emptying the shot glass into his beer, without taking his eyes off Cody. “Pretty blue eyes, pink lips, just like a girl.”
The stranger ran his rough hands over Cody’s bare chest.
“And you’re soft like a girl, too. Got a name?”
“Cody.”
The man laughed. “And got a girl’s name too.”
The way he kept calling Cody a girl pissed him off, but it made his cock hard. He was always drawn to men who treated him like this. He liked getting on his knees and pleasing them.
“You’re going home with me tonight,” the stranger said, running his hand down Cody’s smoothly slender legs.
There was something rough and mean about him that turned Cody on like nothing ever had.
“What the fuck kid?” Bert said from behind the booth. “I got to beat your ass tonight, or what?”
Cody instinctively tried to jump up, but Trent held his arm.
“How you doing Bert?” Trent said softly.
The ex-marine came around so he could see who was sitting in the booth. He had the look of a man who’s realized too late, that he’s in deep shit.
“Trent,” Bert said, in a weak voice that was nothing like the bellow Cody was used to hearing. “I didn’t know you was out – I mean back. Hey, glad to see you, man.”
“Are you?” Trent said, looking up at him with dark, unreadable eyes.
“Sure,” Bert said in a voice that was an obvious lie. “It ain’t been the same without you.”
Trent ran his hands through Cody’s silky blonde hair.
“I’m taking him home,” Trent said. “How much to rent his ass for the night?”
“On the house,” Bert said too quickly.
“Why?” Trent said. “Ain’t my money good here no more?”
“Sure it is. I ain’t disrespecting you,” Bert said. “He’s like a welcome home present. Enjoy him. Just bring him back tomorrow.”
“What if I don’t feel like bringing him back? He’s awful pretty,” Trent said, stroking Cody’s legs.
Bert shrugged. “Then keep him. My gift. I’ll find another whore.”
The last thing Cody wanted was to go home with this dark stranger. “Bert, it’s Friday night, I - ”
Trent grabbed the boy’s arm hard enough to make him squirm and pulled him real close.
“Shut up kid,” he said, looking into Cody’s scared eyes. “Ain’t nobody talking to you.”
“Trent?” Bert said.
Trent turned his hard eyes on Bert, easing up on Cody, but not letting him go.
“What?”
“I didn’t say nothing to nobody. You know that, right?”
Trent’s dark eyes bored steadily into Bert, but he spoke to Cody. “Go put on some clothes boy. You’ll catch your death out there in those shorts.”
He let go and Cody slipped out of the booth, past Bert.
“Hey kid,” Trent said.
Cody looked back at him.
“Bring the shorts. I like how your ass looks in them.”
When Cody came back downstairs, in jeans faded nearly to white, a heavy green sweatshirt with ‘23’ on it, and his black knapsack slung over his shoulder, both men were on their feet.
“Hey,” the boy said, walking up to them.
“You ready kid?” Trent said.
Cody nodded.
“Let’s go.”
Trent headed for the door without so much as a backward glance. Cody took a look back at Bert’s scared face, then followed the stranger out into the howling night wind.
The ride up to Trent’s cabin took them down a narrow, winding road. Towering, jagged stone surrounded them, and beyond that, dense forest. No gas stations, no cell phone towers, no houses, no people.
Bert’s words ran through Cody’s mind, I didn’t know you was out. He was out here alone in the big empty with a man who’d just gotten out of jail. Or maybe he escaped. What the hell did he know?
Cody watched the northern lights chase across the night sky in sheets of blues and greens as Trent followed the headlights of his pickup truck deeper and deeper into shadowless darkness. Finally, they turned down a narrow dirt path that could barely be called a road. Giant trees pressed in on both sides of them, as Trent drove through pitch black darkness. After a while, he pulled into a clearing, in front of a small wooden cabin covered in a fine layer of snow.
Cody stepped out of the truck into the strange softness of freshly fallen snow. This was beyond the middle of nowhere. It was the end of nowhere.
Howling wolves filled the night with their unearthly cries. Out here, with a stranger who frightened Bert, the scariest man he’d ever met, Cody seriously thought of hitching a ride back to Wild Jack’s. But there was no way to hitch a ride on the deserted road they’d just left. Besides, the wolves would rip him to shreds if he strayed from here.
Trent had walked on ahead of him and opened the front door.
“Come on kid,” he said. His voice was friendly. But his eyes were full of mystery, dark and unreadable. “It’s cold out here.”
Trent shut the door behind them and started feeding wood to the smoldering fire that burned low in the fireplace built into one wall of the cabin. There was no other light in the small room. Cody looked around while Trent got the fire going. Eyes in the heads of slaughtered Elk, Deer and other animals Cody didn’t recognize glittered on the wooden walls.
One wall was given entirely to a collection of hunting rifles. Pictures scattered here and there showed Trent next to his animal trophies. A fishing rod leaned in one corner.
Cody sat in one of the two oversize armchairs that stood on opposite sides of the fireplace. They had a homemade look, with dark pinewood legs and soft cushions.
“Bathroom’s around the corner. Put your shorts back on,” Trent said, without looking up from what he was doing. “And bring me a beer when you come back.”
The bathroom was through a small kitchen. Cody went in and put his shorts on. On the way back, he stopped in the small kitchen and grabbed two cans of beer from the small fridge.
When he walked back into the room, the flames were leaping high, filling the dark room with the orange glow of dancing firelight. A low, wooden table sat in front of a couch with deep cushions and mahogany legs. Trent had taken off his work shirt, revealing a broad chest thick with muscle, a flat ridged belly and arms thick and hard as tree trunks. He was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the table.
“You like my place boy?” Trent said, looking at Cody with hungry eyes.
“It’s cool,” Cody said giving him a beer.
Trent looked at the other beer in Cody’s hand.
“Put that back,” he said. A shade of anger came into his eyes. It was gone in a moment, but Cody was sure he’d seen it. “I don’t like my girls to drink.”
“You serious?” Cody said.
“Don’t fuck with me bitch. Put it back. Now.”
The mean edge in his voice made Cody head back to the kitchen in a hurry, wondering what the fuck he’d gotten himself into this time.
Trent watched him go, his eyes fastened to Cody’s round little ass. When Cody came back, Trent said, “Take off my boots.”
The boy knelt on the soft, thick rug in front of the table and started unlacing the big work boots.
Trent popped the top of his beer, and took a long swallow.
“Tell me about yourself kid,” he said, looking at Cody in the firelight. “How’d a city boy like you end up in a place like this?”
“How’d you know I’m a city boy?” Cody said, taking off one boot and setting it aside.
Trent shrugged. “I been up here all my life. You act like a city boy, sound like one, so you must be one. Probably a college boy too. Why ain’t you in school?”
Cody didn’t like this. Too many questions.
“I’m working my way through school,” he said, avoiding Trent’s eyes.
“In the middle of winter?”
Cody shrugged. “Yeah, well,” he said. “I’m between semesters.”
“You’re a bad liar boy,” Trent said softly. “Who you running from?”
Cody put the other boot next to its twin.
“Look,” the boy said quietly. “What do you want?”
“I wanna make you my girl,” Trent said, looking steadily at the boy.
Cody laughed, a low bitter sound. “You’re too late. Bert already did that.”
“Yeah, but he don’t know how to make a slut like you beg for a man’s cock, does he?”
Trent took his feet down and spread his legs. “Come here.”
Cody knelt between his legs, looking up at him.
Trent ran his hands over the boy slowly, enjoying the tender feel of Cody’s softly trembling body.
“Listen to me real good bitch,” Trent said, looking down into Cody’s scared eyes. “Do what I say, and you’ll have a real good time tonight. Fuck with me, and I’ll make you sorry.”
He ran his hands over Cody’s nipples, looking at the boy’s face. “You got it?”
Cody nodded.
Trent ran his hands through Cody’s silky blonde hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Cody loved the feel of Trent’s rough hands on him, but his mind kept slipping back to what Bert said.
“How come Bert’s scared of you?” Cody said. “And where’d you get out from?” He couldn’t help himself. He had to know.
Trent shrugged. “I got a past kid.”
“Where? In the penitentiary?” Cody said.
Dark laughter danced in Trent’s eyes.
“You don’t really want me to answer that, do you kid?” he said in a soft voice.
Cody swallowed in his suddenly dry throat. He’d heard stories about men who lived in cabins like this one, out in the woods, where no one could hear you scream. They took boys like him and raped them for days, then turned them loose, too scared to go to the police.
Trent saw terror leap into the boy’s eyes.
“Do what I say, and I won’t hurt you boy. But don’t be asking me questions. You won’t like the answers.”
Trent ran his hands slowly over Cody’s soft, smooth body. His muscled arms pulled the boy close and kissed his neck softly, while one of his hands stole into Cody’s crotch. The boy moaned softly, and forgot all about Bert.
"You like sucking cock boy?" Trent said, running his hand lightly through Cody’s blonde hair.
Cody didn’t answer, just dropped his eyes. Men like Trent always made him unbearably hot, but he couldn’t bring himself to look into those hard eyes and admit that he liked to serve a man on his knees.
Trent ran a rough hand along Cody’s left cheek.
“You want to answer me when I talk to you boy,” he said in a soft voice. “The last thing you want in this wide world is to piss me off tonight.”
Suddenly Trent grabbed Cody’s hair and pulled cruelly hard.
"Answer me bitch. You like sucking cock?"
"Yes," Cody said, gasping in pain.
Trent grinned down into his face, letting go his hair. He ran his fingers slowly along Cody’s soft pink lips.
“You know what I’m gonna do to you tonight boy?” Trent said quietly. “First I’m gonna shoot a load down your throat, then you’re gonna get on that table on all fours for me and I’m gonna fuck you real hard.”
Cody looked up at him with scared, helpless eyes.
“You're my bitch tonight, you hear?" Trent said.
Cody nodded. He was more scared than he’d ever been, but still, he wanted Trent’s hard cock in his mouth, choking him, shooting his load down his throat.
Trent pulled Cody close and rubbed the boy’s face against his crotch.
"You need it bad Cody. You need a man to fuck you and give you what you need. Don't you?"
He pushed Cody’s head back, looking down into the boy’s desperate eyes.
“You need a man who’ll make you beg for cock, then give it to you hard and make you come like a bitch.”
The way Trent talked made Cody unbearably hot. He wanted Trent’s cock in his mouth more than he had ever wanted any man.
"Please," he said softly.
Cody watched eagerly as Trent stood up and undid his jeans. He slid them down over his hips and revealed his nakedness underneath. His hard, thick cock stood straight up, reaching past his navel. The thick head was slick with pre-come. Veins grooved the hard flesh.
"You want it bitch?"
Cody could only nod, looking at his hardness.
"Beg for it," Trent said.
"Please," Cody said. "Let me suck your cock."
Trent moved closer, towering over the boy like a Greek god, and brought his thick cock to Cody’s lips.
The boy opened his mouth and took his cock deep down his throat, moaning softly. Trent looked down at the boy’s pretty pink lips stretched tight around his driving cock, sliding in and out of his hot, wet mouth.
His movements were long and rhythmic, using Cody’s mouth to pleasure his throbbing cock. Trent grabbed the boy’s hair with both hands and held him still while he fucked his face. His head rolled back on his shoulders, eyes closed, while he pumped his cock deep down his throat, enjoying every inch of the boy’s hot mouth.
"Yeah bitch. Suck my cock. Take it all," he said, humping the boy’s face.
Trent groaned at the hot feel of Cody’s spasming throat grabbing the head of his cock as his deep thrusts choked the helpless boy servicing his thick cock. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were Cody’s small moans of pain as Trent’s cock hit the back of his throat again and again and his grunts of pleasure as he used the boy’s hot mouth. Soon, Trent’s thrusts became more desperate.
"You fucking hot bitch,” Trent said in a strangled voice. “Take my load. Swallow every drop," he said and pulled Cody’s face down on his cock.
Trent’s hips bucked against the boy’s lips and his cock exploded inside Cody’s mouth, sending hot loads of come jetting down his throat.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he said, stroking into Cody’s mouth. Come dribbled down Cody’s chin.
"Clean me," he said, pulling out of his mouth and pushing the boy’s head down onto his sticky cock.
Cody’s hot tongue licked up and down his cock and around his balls, licking up his come. Trent felt himself getting hard again.
"You like my cock in your mouth bitch?" he said, and stroked Cody’s hair softly while the boy buried his face in his crotch, licking his cock clean.
Cody looked up at him.
"Yeah," he said, unzipping his shorts. He was desperate to jack off and shoot his load.
"What the fuck you think you’re doing bitch?" Trent said.
"Please," Cody said. “I gotta come.”
Trent slapped him, but not too hard. The bitch had sucked him off good.
“You come when I say so,” he said, and pushed Cody’s face back down onto his cock.
Cody went back to licking him, his hard cock throbbing desperately between his legs.
"That's it. Get me hard again so I can fuck your bitch ass and make you my girl," Trent said, running his hands gently over Cody’s soft face.
The boy ran his smooth tongue around the thick shaft of Trent’s rising cock, licking up the sticky mess of his come. He slid his tongue to Trent’s balls and licked the underside of his cock, now nearly fully hard again, then slid his tongue back to the sensitive skin just behind them.
“Oh fuck,” Trent said, gasping in pleasure. “Get up here bitch.”
Trent pulled the frightened boy to his feet and slid Cody’s shorts down and made the boy step out of them.
“I’m gonna fuck you real hard bitch,” he said, running his hands over Cody’s tight, round ass.
Trent suddenly grabbed both of Cody’s arms roughly and pulled the boy close until they were only inches apart.
“You’re gonna get on that table on all fours,” Trent said, gripping the boy’s arms tight. “If you take my cock like a good girl, I’ll make it nice for you. Fuck with me, and I’ll make you scream. You got me?”
The boy nodded, scared that Trent might hurt him anyway, just for kicks.
Trent shoved Cody toward the table and the boy knelt on all fours, his ass facing Trent.
Trent grabbed the KY from the couch and lubed his thick cock, looking at Cody’s ass in the soft firelight. He loved the sight of him on all fours, afraid, waiting to take his cock.
"That's nice bitch," Trent said, lubing his cock, "real nice."
He ran his finger slowly around the outside of the boy’s hole. Cody whimpered in fear, sure Trent would rip into him with his thick cock.
Trent pressed one long finger against the boy’s hole until he gave way and let him slip inside his delicious tightness. Cody tensed up as soon as his finger invaded his hole.
"Relax bitch," Trent said. "I'm taking this ass one way or the other. Don't make it hard for yourself."
"I'm sorry," Cody said quickly.
The boy’s voice, trembling on the edge of tears, made Trent’s cock throb with hunger.
Trent slid his finger slowly in and out of Cody’s hot hole, getting his ass ready for his thick cock. He could tell by the way the boy tensed at his touch that Cody was the kind of bitch who was scared to get it up the ass. The boy would panic the minute he felt Trent’s thick cock pressing into his ass. He'd probably have to take him by force.
"You like that bitch?" Trent said, easing his finger in and out of Cody.
Cody moaned softly, writhing on Trent’s finger inside him.
Trent smiled. "I'm gonna fuck this boy pussy real good. That’s what girls like you need. A fat cock up their ass."
Trent put two fingers up against his hot hole. "Push that ass back," he said. "Show me how good you're gonna take my cock."
Cody inched back onto his fingers slowly, moaning softly.
"You want my cock up your ass, boy?" Trent said. He slid his fingers out of Cody and pushed against his hole again.
"Yeah," Cody said, pushing his ass back against him.
Trent couldn't wait anymore. He guided his throbbing cock to Cody’s ass. The boy pushed back against him, hungry for Trent inside him.
Trent grabbed his hips and pressed into Cody with steady pressure. The boy moaned softly as he felt the pain of his hole opening to Trent’s thick cock.
Slowly, the head of Trent’s fat cock slid into Cody’s ass. The boy gasped in pain, and bucked in his grip.
"Easy bitch," Trent said, holding Cody’s hips tight. "Don't make me hurt you."
Cody’s breath came in little moans of pain as Trent sank his cock slowly into his hot tightness. The boy’s ass grasped his cock in a hot massage of tight, pulsing flesh. He went as slow as he could, giving Cody a chance. But the boy’s nerve broke.
"No," Cody cried out. "Stop. Please. I can't," he said, struggling against Trent. "Take it out. It hurts."
Trent clamped down on Cody’s hips, holding him in an iron grip.
"Told you not to fuck with me bitch," he said.
Trent grabbed Cody’s hips even tighter and rammed his cock deep inside the boy’s ass while he pulled him onto his cock at the same time.
Cody cried out and struggled wildly, but Trent was much too strong for him. He sank into the boy’s hot tightness again and again, driving his cock deep into him. His cries flowed over Trent, echoing in his ears, making his cock throb deep inside Cody.
"Shut the fuck up and take my cock, you bitch," Trent said, fucking the boy’s ass hard.
Soon the skin around Cody’s hole turned red from the friction of Trent slamming into him. Every hard thrust rocked the boy’s whole body and made him whimper and moan in pain.
"You're my girl now," Trent said, thrusting into Cody. "You'll take my cock, even if it hurts."
Every stroke into the boy’s tight hotness was paradise. The sound of his whimpers drove Trent wild, making him groan deep in his throat, but he forced himself to pull out of the boy’s ass. He wanted to see Cody’s face when he shot his load up his bitch ass.
“Come here bitch,” Trent said, pulling the unresisting boy off the table.
He dragged the scared boy to the thick rug that lay between the table and the fireplace and made him lay down. Trent lay on top of him, looking down into Cody’s frightened eyes.
“Told you not to fuck with me bitch,” he said.
He ran his hands over Cody’s smooth body, then reached between them and found Cody’s swollen cock.
"Look at this, bitch," he whispered, kissing and licking Cody’s neck. "Look how hard you are after you took my cock up your ass."
Cody couldn't help but respond to his touch. He arched his back, pressing into Trent, moaning softly, even though tears still stood in his eyes.
The soft, willing feel of the boy writhing under him made Trent’s hard cock throb with helpless need.
"Feel that bitch?" he said, rubbing his hard cock against the boy’s crotch. "Feel how fucking hot a girl like you makes me?"
Cody spread his legs under him and lifted his hips, rubbing against Trent’s hard body.
"Oh yeah, bitch," Trent said, running his tongue across the boy’s nipples. "You need it bad."
He bent the boy’s legs, opening his ass to him and pressed the head of his throbbing cock to the boy’s hole.
“You gonna take it like a good girl this time?” he said, looking down into the boy’s eyes. “Or do I have to hurt you again?”
“No,” Cody said in a sudden panic. “I mean yes. I won’t fight you.”
“Good girl,” Trent said.
He sank his cock slowly into Cody’s hot hole. The boy was open from getting fucked and his hungry hole sucked Trent’s cock deep inside him.
Cody pushed his hips upward, hungry for Trent’s cock inside him. Cody squirmed and wriggled on Trent’s thick cock, moaning, feeling his hard body pressed up against him.
"Oh God," the boy said, "it’s so good."
“Yeah bitch,” Trent said. “Relax and I’ll give you what every girl like you needs.”
Trent started fucking into Cody’s ass real slow, making sure every stroke teased his pleasure spot deep inside his ass. Cody moaned and writhed under him, moving his hips like waves on a sea.
Trent looked down at Cody.
“You like getting fucked like a girl?”
“God,” Cody said. “Yes.”
Trent stroked slowly in and out of the boy, using his ass in long, deep strokes.
"Say it,” Trent said. “Tell me how you're my girl."
Trent fucked faster into the boy, following the natural rhythm of his hungry, grasping ass. Cody’s tight flesh grabbed him in hot wetness on every stroke. The bitch was close to coming.
"Come on bitch, say it. Or I'll pull out and come in your mouth again."
"No," Cody cried out. "Don't.”
”Then say it,” Trent said, stroking into him.
“I’m your girl. I'll take your cock, even if it hurts."
"Good bitch," Trent said.
He humped the boy’s tight ass, fucking him in a hard, primitive rhythm, grunting and groaning in the back of his throat.
"I'm gonna make you come so good," he said into Cody’s ear.
He thrust into his hot, throbbing hole again and again, grinding his hips into him, fucking Cody hard and deep.
Cody bucked and moaned under him, gasping in pleasure. He was so close. Trent saw it on his face.
"What are you bitch?" he said, driving his cock deep into his ass.
"Oh God," Cody said, moaning, "your girl."
Trent pumped the boy’s hungry ass, shoving his thick cock hard into him, groaning in pleasure.
Cody squeezed his eyes shut and cried out then his cock exploded in pleasure. He bucked hard under Trent, grunting with the force of his orgasm.
His ass grabbed at Trent’s cock rhythmically, driving him over the edge.
“Here I come bitch,” Trent said between clenched teeth. He threw his head back and tensed against the boy, driving his cock deep one last time.
"Take my load," Trent said, in a low, harsh voice and pumped the boy’s wildly pulsing ass full of his come.
Trent pumped into his sweet ass a few more times, then rolled off him. Cody curled into his arms and lay against him.
"No one ever made me come like that," the boy said, almost shyly.
"That's ‘cause you never had a real man to give you what you need," Trent said quietly.
He had his arm wrapped around Cody. The boy’s head lay on his strong chest.
“Don’t take me back, Trent,” Cody said in a low voice. “Please. I’ll be your girl, if that’s what you want.”
“You ain’t going back there boy. You can count on it.”
Trent kissed the top of Cody’s head gently and pulled him closer into his arms. They lay together in the warmth of the crackling firelight, listening to the cold wind rattle the cabin’s small window.