Woodrow “Woody” Anker is an 28 legend -- the boy who lived. Orphaned at the age of three due to a car accident that killed his parents, Woody is taken in by the Zumpano family. He becomes best friends with Serge, the youngest boy, and looks up to Rafe, the oldest. As the years go by, Woody’s feelings for Rafe change into something else entirely. Except, Rafe is straight. And in denial about his alcohol abuse.<br><br>Rafe Zumpano, now the town Sherriff and Lothario-extraordinaire has been a heavy drinker since his teens, and it’s getting worse. He’s got a secret that he drinks away every night, but when the truth finally comes out, it ruins everything.<br><br>It will take a lot for both men to move beyond alcohol-fueled vitriol, self-doubt, and internalized homophobia to get to the part where they stop throwing punches and have their happy ending.

Norwegian Woody

It was soft, at first. Rafe was hesitant, probably shocked that I would be so bold, especially in his office with cops on the other side of the door. I placed my free hand on the back of his head and tilted it just…so. There, that was perfect.


I rubbed my tongue against his lips, seeking entrance until he let me in. Rafe tasted like the sea and his own unique flavor. So different from the last time. He was a good kisser, but I made him groan every time I sucked on his tongue. I squashed him into the door, our hands still locked together like our lips, and his free hand now creeping up around my waist.


Lifting my knee, I nudged between his legs so I could push up against his balls. Rafe jumped a little at the pressure, then sank into me, wanting more. I let go of his hand and grabbed his face, holding him still so I could savor his mouth over and over again.


Chapter 15