Page 15 of Dyana (Love in the Apocalypse #3)

Chapter six

Dyana

Past

I woke up the next day with an extra pep in my step.

Getting voluntarily fucked into the carpet tends to do that to a girl.

A shiver ran down my spine as I thought of the possessed look in Pastor Jeff’s eyes as he gave in to his desires.

I wanted to seek him out and go again, but thought it wise not to.

I didn’t want our little secret to be found out so quickly.

Instead, I entered the kitchen, where Marta and a few other women were cooking breakfast.

“Smells delicious,” I said with a small moan. “Can I help with something?”

“Good morning, dear,” a pleasantly plump older woman with cherub cheeks replied. “Pastor Jeff has instructed us that you can’t help with chores because you will be running the training sessions. Go on and grab a cup of coffee and take a seat. Breakfast will be right out.”

Her statement took me aback. I wanted to do my part to fit in and hadn’t expected special treatment.

As I grabbed my coffee, I heard Marta scoff.

When I looked up at her, she glared at me with contempt.

Someone wasn’t a fan or resented my exemption from regular chores.

I didn’t ask for it, but I wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to avoid scrubbing toilets.

I took my coffee out into the dining area, and as soon as I sat, Amber came running over to me.

“Good morning, Dyana! Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, Amber. I did. Thank you.” I sipped my coffee and focused on the enamored child in front of me instead of on the whispers from the other people in the room.

Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck what they had to say, but I had to play my part and be cordial.

At least until I had cemented my place in the community.

“Mama said you’re gonna teach some of us how to defend ourselves against the zombies ’cause you’ve had to fight off loads of them,” Amber announced.

I may have oversold my abilities a bit. It helped that I was armed to the teeth, which led to a certain assumption of my skills.

I’d just have to fake it ’til I made it.

Amber leaned closer and whispered, “Could you teach me how to shoot arrows like you did yesterday?”

“When did you see her shoot arrows yesterday?” Amber’s mom asked, setting a plate on the table and guiding her daughter into the chair in front of it to eat.

“Umm,” Amber replied, shooting me an anxious look.

“Never mind,” her mother replied with an exasperated smirk. “Sometimes, the less I know, the better when it comes to you.”

I chuckled and held my hand out to her. “We weren’t properly introduced yesterday. Dyana.”

She shook my hand. “Allison. It’s a pleasure to meet you, and I’m glad you’re here. And I’m eternally grateful for finding my little hellion before something happened to her.”

“Happy to help. It’s a hard world out there.” I looked at Amber and poked her in the side. “And not everybody you run into will be as nice as me. No more running off on your own, kid, got it?”

“Got it,” Amber replied immediately.

“The stars sure are shining in her eyes,” Allison chuckled.

She looked around the room and lowered her voice so she couldn’t be overheard.

“Don’t worry about the others. Some Christians skip the part of the bible that says not to judge each other.

Your presence here is good for us. We’re lucky to have you. ”

Someone snorted behind us, and we turned to see Marta holding a plate of food.

Allison took the plate from her and set it in front of me. “Problem, Marta?”

“Not at all, Allison, but I’m pretty sure the Bible says something about lying, too.”

Allison rolled her eyes as Marta walked away. “Ignore her in particular. She’s always had a stick up her ass,” she whispered before walking away as well.

I ate my breakfast and considered everything I had discovered so far. This was going to be an interesting and potentially challenging experience. It’s a good thing I love a challenge.

Two weeks later, I was in the yard with a group as they practiced putting a zombie down.

I had to admit that not only was I good at this, but I could also see their improvements.

I knew we would need real-world practice soon and was devising a plan to do so.

Pastor Jeff was standing under the awning under the pretense of watching the group practice, but his eyes never left me.

We had sex again a week ago, but that was it since our first time together.

I could see the desire radiating off of him.

It was all part of the plan to make sure he was hooked on me.

Marta came outside to talk to him, and I watched them out of the corner of my eye as they had a hushed argument.

Marta gestured toward me several times before stomping away.

Pastor Jeff’s jaw clenched as he looked at me one last time, then went inside as well.

A short time later, I dismissed the group and followed them inside.

I was headed toward my “room” but paused at the kitchen door when I heard hushed tones.

“She needs to go, Marta,” a woman said.

“I know. But Jeff is determined to let her stay. Says she makes the group stronger,” Marta replied.

“That’s bull,” another woman chimed in. “Just look at her. Anyone who openly admits to being a whore for a police department is obviously proud of themselves. She enjoyed it, and now she’s here. How long until she’s sleeping with and corrupting our men?”

“Who says she isn’t already?” the first woman asked. “She’s a serpent, and we need to cut her head off before she sows any more sin.”

“What can we do?” Marta asked. She sounded tired, and I wondered if she’d been having this same fight with Pastor Jeff since my arrival.

“We’ll have a meeting,” the second woman said. “We aren’t the only ones who feel this way. Maybe if Pastor Jeff hears all of us saying the same thing, he will listen and kick her out.”

“It might work,” Marta hedged.

Having heard enough, I retraced my steps to Pastor Jeff’s office. Before this meeting, I needed to make sure I had him entirely under my thumb. I’d remind him why keeping me around would be beneficial for him. I knocked softly on his door and let myself in before he had time to answer me.

“Dyana!” he said in surprise and stood. His eyes grew hungry when I shut the door and locked it.

Silently, I crossed the room to the other door and locked that as well.

When I turned around, he was right there.

Pastor Jeff pressed me against the door as he kissed me.

His hands traveled up and down my body, as he pulled me closer, then pushed me harder into the door as he plucked at my nipples.

The man was starved for my body and couldn’t decide where to focus first.

I took back control as I turned us so that his back was to the door.

“There’s something I wanted to try again,” I said, dropping to my knees.

Before I could reach for his belt, Pastor Jeff eagerly undid his pants and shoved them down enough so that his cock sprung free.

Unlike last time, when I swirled my tongue around the head, he didn’t immediately come.

A sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh escaped his lips as he leaned his head back against the door and stroked my head.

After I teased the head for a few more seconds, I sucked his length into my mouth, relaxing my throat and working my way to the base of his cock.

Pastor Jeff’s hand tightened on my head, and his nails bit into my scalp as a ragged moan broke from his lips.

I bobbed my head several times and then took him deep again before I removed him from my mouth and stroked as I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Does your wife suck your cock?” I whispered.

He shook his head. “Has she ever?” Again, he shook his head.

“Poor Pastor Jeff,” I crooned. “You didn’t have anyone to take care of your needs and fulfill your desires before I came along, did you?

” His head rolled side to side against the door in response.

I smirked as I tipped his dick up and lapped at his balls.

If Marta hadn’t ever sucked his dick, she sure as hell had never touched his balls, let alone licked them.

A knock on the door had us both freezing, him with his pants around his ankles and me on my knees with his balls hanging out of my mouth—not a good time to be interrupted.

“Jeff?”

Marta’s voice filtering through the door made the good pastor’s eyes widen to the size of saucers.

I gestured for him to answer her as I got off the floor and looked around.

I could sit in a chair and play it off innocently.

She wouldn’t believe it, not that it mattered.

She’d made up her mind about me the moment she saw me.

The fact that she was right was irrelevant.

“Just a minute,” Pastor Jeff called as he pulled up his pants and stuffed his weeping cock back in.

“Under the desk,” he whispered. He turned to open the door, but I pulled him back for another searing kiss, sharing his taste with him.

“Get rid of her,” I whispered. I smoothed his hair and made sure his clothes were in order and giggled quietly when I had to tuck his dick into his waistband so Marta couldn’t see he was sporting a boner.

Marta tried to turn the knob. “Jeff, why is the door locked?” I could hear the suspicion in her tone.

There was a good chance I would get caught, but there was no help for that now.

I crawled under his desk, thankful that the front of the desk went to the floor.

I heard Pastor Jeff take a calming breath and then unlock the door.

“I didn’t want to be disturbed,” he replied, returning to his desk. His eyes met mine as he sat and scooted all the way in.