The guardian and his last chance. Realization

XXV

Jacob´s pov

The sun shine brightly at this cool september day. The cooling air is good for the wolfs that are working. As they have a higher body temperature than humans, even if they are idle. But now they slave away to rebuild the creast homestead. So the air is filled with sawdust, sweat and the sound of heavy work. And I stand at the planning table. Infront of me are the blueprints for three new buildings. A cabin to live in. A barn to store lumber or what ever Dragol wants in it. And a small stable. It was these three buildings that had burned to the ground.

The wooden cabin. Everything about it is custom made for Dragol. From the sizes of doors and windows to the height of the ceiling. Even the baths. Eric had mentioned that Dragol would come to the B&B, to have a bath in the hotspring. So I invested great time, to make the baths big. At least big enough for my friend to get a good soaking. To make that true. We make the baths from scratch. Making the bath out of tile and stone. For now we are focusing on the main building of the homestead, the Cabin. The fire had burned so hot. So hot that it cracked both the chimney and the foundation. It had to be demolished. Taking the opportunity, I build out the house. The cellar are extended by almost twohundred squar fot. I made this decision, knowing that Dragol will like it. I had heard from himself that he will farm all the greens, he will eat. And he had said that the storage capacity of the two coldcellars, will make it possible for him to store a year worth of food. So I smile, at the thought that he will be pleased by these changes. I look up. The new dubbel chimneys are finished, and so are the foundation.

The smell of tar hits me. The workers are putting tar on the plaster, on the outside of the foundation. It is for protecting the brickwork, from the moisture in the ground. In two days, the trenches around the cabin, will be filled up. As I look on, the framework of the first floors floor are started. Beams are cut and fitted together with steel and screws. The start of a staircase to the cellar, have also been started. I look down on the plans. The staircase, are leading to the cellar from the kitchen. Wich I would think is the best choice. Even the human contractors thinks that. To not steal space from the cellar, the staircase are put in the corner. So it turns once. A plattform right in the corner, almost halfway down to the cellar floor. As we build up the framework, some of us are tasked with building shelves. Shelves in solid wood, made to hold up great weight. The weight from jars and cantins. They will follow the walls in the cellare all the way around. Some will be build between the post that will give support to the cellar roof. Their will be great storage capacity down there.

The saws are going hot, as they cut and cut the woods. We have split up the workforce. Some will just cut wood into lenght. The lenght that are measured by a few others. After that we have them that will install the wood. I smell the smoke, smoke from the generators. As the farm doesn´t have any electricity right now, we had to have a few of them. A total of five generators, supply the power we need to all machines and light we have on the site. I take up the blueprint of the first floor, and walk with it in hand. Vigoriusly I jump up on to frame work. I take in the work. And I compare the work with the blueprint. As I can see, we are on track. I can se that a another group start with the next stage. On the bottom of the floorbeams, they nail up thin pieces of wood. Special cutted. As they move forward, they lay down thin sheets of oildhardened wood. And these are nailed in to place with nailguns. This team start on the next beam, so that they can fill up the next pocket. Another team start to fill in the first pocket with insolation, glassfiber or stonewool. I don´t know wich. The work are steadily progressing. On the beamwork, I walk. Carefully testing that it will hold. I froze in one step. On my face I had felt something. Slow I look up. Where the f**k, did those clouds come from?

Then I felt the wind got fresher. "Get the tarps up." I shout, as the first drops hit us. Both races that were working rushed. "Shut down the machines, get them under protection." My voice are heard well. I Jump down and hurry to help. We had bought many big tarps. We unfold them. Just as we start to pull them over the site, the heavens came crashing down on us. "Hurry!" I growl as I feel how my clothes are getting soaked right thru. Even if we rush to get the frameworks protected, we do it well. The tarps have a overlap of  two feet. I hope that it is enough. The men are securing the tarps into the framing and the ground. I turn around on my heals and look around. The men at the mashine stations, have shut down their stations. and drapped tarps over the mashines. The smaller handhelds, have been put away in the container. The container I had ordered. I shake my head. We can´t do anything right now. So it´s better to end for today. Angry at the weather, I shout out. "We end this for today now." Many nods, agreeing. "Just dubbelcheck that everything are covered!"

When we left. Everything were covered and secured. Everything was. Machines, the building frame and all of the material we have there. All of us jumped in to our cars. The last one to leave were I. My body was soaked to the core. I felt even a bit frozen. That surprised me. As I have a hard time to get so cold. I start the engine. I need a bath, when I come home. It really pour down. Even with the wipers on full strength, I have a hard time seeing. But I arrive home. Safely. I am a bit grumpy when I enter the house. As soon I have stepped inside the door, my three kids come rushing. I go down on my knees to give them a hug. But they turn around and run. They saw how wet I am. "OOOOO, honey!" I hear my mate say smiling. I look up on her. She smiles at me. "The bath are filled and the water is hot." I sigh in relief.

"How did you know?" I ask as I take of my shoes. 

She giggles. "Had a feeling, my love."

I start to walk to the bath. My steps make a sloshing sound. So wet are my socks. Well inside the bath, I strip out of my dreanched clothes. The splashing sound of the impact with the floor, make me shiver. I wash of my body, before I step in to the hot water in the bath. Slowly I let it embrace me. Against my cold body, the water is almost searing hot. A soft moan of bliss, escape my lips. I close my eyes, as I let the waters heat and relax me. I lean my head back. Just as I started feel sleepy, I heard the distinct rustling of clothes. The sound of a dress, falling of a womans shoulders and gliding down her curves. Still I have my eyes shut. I open just as the door in to the bath area open. In are my mate coming with a flaunt to her step. Just a small towel hiding her front. I feel how my arousal rise. I swallow. "Mirai," She humms as she sits down on her heals. "What are you doing?"

"Washing myself." She answered with a smile. 

I growl not hiding the lust in it. "You know what I mean."

"What do you mean?!" she taunts, as she turns to me. "I just want to warm my mate." She says batting her lashes at me. She knows all to well what she does to me. The little tease. I feel how my eyes turn darker, as I see her rise up. She takes the few step to the bath. Her hips rolled more than usual. I swallowed. My mouth are wattering so.

I have a hard time to say what I want. "Wh where i" She rose one leg, forcing me to se her glistening core. "Where is the kids?" I stammer out, as the scent of her wetness hit my nose.

"The kids." she said slow, as she climbed in the bath. I swallowed at the sight of the playfullnes that were in her eyes. "Are watching a movie." I gulped, when she sat down facing me. Astride me. "With buttered popcorn." She said as she rolled her pelvis. Gliding up against my arousal. 

I growl and embrace her hard and needy. "You drive me mad." She rolled her pelvis again. I felt her arousal, against my chest. Her n*****s always turned rockhard. I smirk, as I bit down on one softly. Taking my revenge for her teasing. As I know that she is sensitive.