Page 131 of Forbidden Moon
MICHELLE SLID TWO MOREenormous trays of warm, frosted cinnamon rolls onto the pass-through counter and watched in satisfaction as they disappeared. Every Wednesday told the same story, and she found it amusing that her packmates never tired of the sticky treat. Caring for the pack with delicious food made her proud, and the way Robert fussed over the rolls did wonderful things for her ego.
Spotting Ben and Nolan, she turned to pick up a prepared tray and take it out to them for their meeting. They greeted her warmly, eyes filled with greedy anticipation as she offloaded the large platter, two plates, glasses, and a pitcher of ice-cold milk. As requested, half the platter contained rolls with raisins and half without. Ben began to thank her, but Nolan beat him to it.
“Thanks, Michelle. I swear, these things are like the food of the gods! Can you wrap up a few for Garrett? He won’t put out tonight if I don’t bring some home.”
She laughed softly, patting him on the shoulder.
“I’ll fix up a plate, and you can pick it up when your meeting is over. If you need anything else, let me know.”
Both men dug in as she returned to the kitchen to work some more magic. They ate in silence, polishing off half the platter with alacrity. Once Ben’s stomach stopped growling, he got things started.
“Remind me to give the kitchen staff another raise. And keep your hands off my rolls—I’m not done yet. Now that our crews are working without distractions, I need to know where we stand with each project.”
Nolan finished chewing the last bite and washed it down, wishing he’d asked for coffee. He gave Ben a thumbnail sketch of the various projects, including budget concerns and projected completion dates. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses.
“The whole security issue threw us off our stride. In general, all the packlands projects are behind schedule, and we’ve got some tough choices to make if we want to start the school year in the new building this fall. We have the same problem with the Westside homes and the Eastside cabins, and I don’t know when we’ll get to the remodel of the quads.”
Ben gave a low growl, licking frosting off his fingers. He’d already been considering ways to reprioritize the workload.
“We don’t have anyone to spare from offsite, so we’ll have to pull some of our workers from the packlands projects. Cut each of the other teams in half and send them to the school building site. As for the homes, concentrate on finishing the Kilburn’s place and Jonah’s cabin first. Once those are done, we can use Jonah’s old mobile home for guest housing. We’ll remodel the Quads this winter, and if necessary, put a hold on the new guesthouse until spring.”
Nolan wasn’t happy about the idea, but there were few choices and none of them good. Fortunately, Ben’s suggestions dovetailed nicely with his own thinking.
“It’s going to be October or November before we finish the rest of the homes. I’ll let people know what’s going on so they can plan. At least we’ll get everybody moved in before the snow flies.”
Ben hummed in agreement, mouth full of sweet treat. Nolan grabbed the last roll on his side of the platter before asking about the offsite projects.
“What’s happening at the Delta Avenue Apartments and down in Kalkaska?”
“Better news there. Jarrod is doing a great job with his team, and Tom is pleased with how things are running. Everybody’s happy, and we’re making money, so no real concerns. The Delta Avenue project is slightly ahead of schedule. The first remodeled units are ready for occupancy, and if they don’t run into more problems, all the apartments will be finished by the end of December. The first-floor retail space opens up in January.”
Nolan finished eating, giving the empty platter a mournful look.
“Sounds good, boss. I’ll get the crews divided up and reassigned today. With the changes we’re making, I think we’ll be able to finish the school building on time after all.”
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JONAH ARRIVED HOMEto find RJ’s truck already in the parking lot. He knew his mate wasn’t in the house long before opening the door. Most likely, he’d tried to squeeze in a run before supper. Jonah changed his clothes and decided to see Evan and the kids for a few minutes. As he neared the packhouse, the scent of his mate increased, and he went inside to find him.
Jonah paused at the doorway of the Fitness Center, taking in the sight of his man lifting weights. Shirtless, sweaty, and smelling absolutely edible, he popped an instant boner while his wolf whined with the need to be taken. After a quick check of the hallway, Jonah quietly slipped inside, closed and locked the door, and approached from behind. RJ’s eyes were closed as he lifted the heavy barbell for several reps and then set it safely in the cradle. Jonah’s hands darted in to cover his mate’s, causing RJ to jump and gasp in surprise.
“Jo! You scared me, love. Only a few more, and I’ll be done.”
Jonah growled, eyes aglow as he walked around the bench to get a better view of his prey. With RJ’s powerful legs spread apart in open invitation, Jonah couldn’t restrain himself. He yanked down RJ’s loose shorts to reveal the delicious prize and swallowed his cock to the root. Intent on getting his man hard fast, he bobbed up and down while inhaling the musky, enticing aroma of his mate’s sweaty pubes.
RJ groaned and made a lame attempt at protest.
“Somebody might come in, Jo... ooooh, that feels so good...”
Jonah spotted RJ’s gym bag out of the corner of his eye and suctioned off his mate’s dick with a loud pop to reach for the bulging side pocket. He found the bottle of lube right where he’d stashed it last week. Toeing off his shoes, Jonah dropped his pants and underwear, slicking up his hole as RJ watched with interest. Seconds later, he lowered himself on his mate’s rod and sank into bliss. Yes! RJ groaned louder this time.
“Move, Jo. I need more.”
There was no stopping them now as Jonah rode him with gusto. Somehow, RJ had the presence of mind to reach up and stroke Jonah’s cock, and the furious pace increased. Lost in their lust, neither of them noticed someone knocking on the Fitness Center door or how loud their shouts were. Amid the constant squeaking of the abused weight bench, RJ held Jonah’s hips in place, thrust deeply, and fired off a cannon of splooge into the man’s ass.
Jonah cried out, splattering RJ’s torso and chest with his own seed until both he and the bench were soaked. It took a while for the lovers to catch their breath and finally notice the insistent knocking.
“Hey! Come on, guys, get a room!”
