Page 66 of Forbidden Moon
A late-model, battered pickup reached the barrier on the old logging road and stopped. If the sturdy eight-foot wood and metal fence wasn’t enough to block the way, the enormous pile of felled trees behind it certainly made vehicular access impossible. And, just in case someone might misunderstand, large signs made the meaning abundantly clear. PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO TRESPASSING. VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED.
Sneering at the bogus warnings, Russell Hook got out of the truck to proceed on foot, dressed in camo and armed with a shotgun. He wondered how far he could get before the mutants came after him. Bypassing the roadblock, Russell wound his way through the trees, found a game trail heading southeast, and made tracks. It wasn’t long before he heard voices and the sound of snapping twigs as someone approached.
He reached in his front pocket to activate the concealed body cam while his phone, already set to record, would catch any conversation. Two large, determined men burst through the underbrush, blocking his path. A military-type with a buzz cut spoke first.
“This is private property, Sir. Please go back the way you came.”
Russell didn’t mince any words, hoping to provoke a response.
“Bullshit! This is a national forest, and I hunted on this land for years before you people ever showed up. Get the hell outta my way before somebody gets hurt.”
Russell attempted to side-step them, only to be blocked again.
“This is your last warning, Sir. We can either escort you off the property or call the Sheriff and press charges. Your choice.”
Russell stepped back and leveled his weapon at them. In a blur of motion, the shotgun was snatched away, and he suddenly found himself being frog-marched in the opposite direction—one man in front and the other holding his arms securely.
“Get your fag-ass hands off me! I’ll sue you for assault! I know my rights!”
Just for effect, Russell tried to wiggle out of the man’s iron grip. The pain convinced him to give it up and go along. He’d already learned a few things, so this first attempt wasn’t a complete waste of effort. They followed the same path he’d used earlier, only releasing him when they reached the truck.
“Hey! Gimme back my gun.”
The buzzcut guy removed and pocketed the shells first, then handed the shotgun over.
“Remember—respect our privacy, or we will press charges the next time. Have a nice day now.”
Russell let loose with a string of venomous curses and insults as he turned the truck around, flipping them off for good measure. Once he’d left, both men heaved a sigh of relief.
“We better call it in and see what Caleb wants us to do. If we get any more like him, this could get dicey.”
Ash nodded in agreement.
“I hope Sheppard’s people brought along some weapons. Bullets work just as well on wolves as they do on people, and we’re sitting ducks if an armed group decides to challenge us.”
Chapter 27
MONDAY EVENING
RJ squirmed under the warm, wet assault of Jonah’s tongue on his ass. He’d never experienced this type of sensation overload before, eminently pleasurable but frustratingly shy of an actual orgasm. Head down and rump in the air, his frisky boyfriend couldn’t seem to get close enough, even with his face half-buried between RJ’s muscular cheeks. Needing more, he reached up to take hold of his throbbing cock for a few quick strokes. Jonah slapped his hand away.
“No! Mine!”
RJ whimpered at the bossy man’s refusal to let him cum, at least not yet. Jonah took advantage of the paused action to squeeze a dollop of cold lube on RJ’s heated hole, eliciting a startled gasp from his mate. He worked it in with two slim fingers, searching for the prostate. RJ gave a satisfied grunt with each stroke of the magic nub, thighs trembling in anticipation. By the time Jonah got four digits up in there, poor RJ begged him to DO SOMETHING. He withdrew his fingers, using them to slick up his raging boner instead, and gave RJ some last-minute directions while getting into position.
