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RUSSELL CLOSED DOWNthe Zume meeting on his computer, glad all of his men were able to join in for the debrief. With Neal Glaser in custody, it left him only one man short when the time came to act. It had been a long damn day, and Russell’s gut churned with anger. The meat truck fiasco nearly sidetracked the entire operation. On the other hand, his men finally got a close look at the heart of the preserve.
The asshat sheriff showed up at work and questioned him about his supposed connection to the smuggled stowaways. He denied everything, of course, and as they couldn’t prove the driver’s wild story about his involvement, he’d been released. Russell had been careful—no witnesses, no money trail, and no evidence.
He and his men were familiar with the law, each with records of one kind or another. They’d already laughed off the sheriff’s useless warnings and fines for trespassing, and none of it would make any difference in the end because the Michigan Foresters had a higher calling and purpose. He only needed one clear sighting and he’d be ready to move in. Based on current surveillance, love was in the air, providing him with a way to get exactly what he needed without having to infiltrate the Preserve. Sure, it involved an element of danger, but at this point, he no longer cared.
Chapter 35
WEDNESDAY NIGHT
Naked and slightly sweaty, Jonah lay snuggled up against his mate, relaxing after the endorphin rush of a successful sixty-nine. The only thing better was the prospect of having RJ in his bed all night where he belonged, and it bode well for a good night’s sleep. He’d enjoyed dinner and dessert with RJ by his side, interacting with his friends and family as a couple. No more fifth wheel angst at gatherings, wondering when his turn would come along to be happily mated.
RJ almost heard the wheels turning in Jonah’s handsome head. He lay still, allowing the man’s busy fingers to do their thing while he enjoyed his tantalizing scent and warm skin. In or out of bed, he craved Jonah like a drug. Not only was he amazing, RJ also loved his family and friends.
The people here enjoyed a unique relationship with each other and the world around them, the likes of which he’d never known before. It spoke to the lonely places in his own heart where family and friends were conspicuously absent and had been since childhood. He believed his Ma would have approved of Jonah and this odd group who already considered him one of the bunch. Maybe living here in isolation was the only way to prevent the world from intruding. If so, RJ believed they were on the right track.
A little slice of tonight flitted through his brain, and he laughed at the memory. Jonah looked over at him and smiled.
“What’s so funny, love?”
“When you got up to get a drink, Evie came over and climbed up in my lap. She looked me right in the eye and asked if I loved wolves! Honestly, I don’t know where kids come up with stuff like that. She’s a cute little thing, though.”
Jonah paused his lazy exploration of RJ’s chest to ask his own question.
“And what did you tell her?”
“I said yes, though I’d only seen one of them up close.”
Jonah’s hand moved down to play with RJ’s belly button, a slightly indented oasis of smooth skin amidst a forest of dark hair.
“As a group, I’d say wolves are our favorite animal. Did you know there are two packs here? One towards the southeast and another not far from Schaawe Lake. Someday, I’ll show you their dens.”
With Jonah’s hand so close to his junk, RJ’s dick began to stiffen.
“Jo, I’ll never get to sleep if you don’t stop.”
Jonah growled as he moved his hand away.
“Sorry, Rascal. I love touching and exploring. Your body turns me on.”
RJ pulled Jonah in for a toe-curling kiss.
“Tell you what. Let’s rest now, and in the morning, you can finish what you started.”
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