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“Yes,” I replied.
Marta stood as well with a sour expression. “As much as I wish I could join you, I’ve got another task that needs my attention.”
“That’s a shame,” I replied earnestly. It was a shame. I could have used the tour to get her used to my presence and quell her suspicions of me.
Pastor Jeff led me through the kitchen to the other hallway, and I tugged playfully on Amber’s hair as we passed by. We entered the room at the end of the hall, which held several couches that had been moved around to form sleeping areas.
“This area is unoccupied,” he said, indicating the white end portion of a sectional couch. The other end was beside it, creating three feet of space between the two pieces to form a room-like space. “A few other families sleep in here, including Amber’s.” The pastor walked to a metal door with a red exit sign above it and pushed it open. That’s my house there. We have a handful of other members staying with us as well.” I squeezed into the doorway beside him to look outside and saw the modest house he spoke of about fifty feet from the church. “The barn is behind the church. It doesn’t hold much. Mostly yard equipment.”
He began to close the door, and as I slid out of the way, I brushed my body against his. Pastor Jeff blushed, and I winked at him. He closed the door and looked flustered as his eyes bounced around the room. He was absolutely adorable.
“Right,” Pastor Jeff finally said as he cleared his throat. “The rest of the tour. Back down this hall, the first door we come to used to be the nursery. Now, one of our elder couples uses this as their room. Bathrooms are between the hallways.” We continued down the hallway as he pointed out more occupied classrooms.“This is our sanctuary. We all spend a great deal of time together in this room. Continuing down this hall, this door leads outside, and the door at the end is my office.”
Pastor Jeff led me into his tastefully decorated and somewhat cozy office. The star piece in the room was the ornate, solid wood executive desk. I already knew I would be fucked bent over that desk before my time here ended. I would make sure of it. I propped a hip on its edge as Pastor Jeff went to the other door in the office.
“This door leads to the sanctuary behind the pulpit,” he said, opening it and then closing it again. He locked the door as he did, and I didn’t know if it was habit or for our meeting, but it caused an excited buzz in my lower belly. Pastor Jeff turned to face me and was surprised to see me perched on the edge of his desk. “Right, please take a seat,” he said as he gestured to one of the seats beside me, rounded his desk, and took his seat behind it.
“You have a nice place,” I said as I sat. “It’s worth protecting.”
“You are welcome to stay here, but please don’t feel obligated to share your resources with us. That isn’t a condition for your safety.”
Oh, this sweet, naive man. It should be an obligation for my stay here if he plans to continue to keep his group safe and provided for. Even I knew that. When I was in charge, I would make sure everyone contributed equally. “I told you, Pastor, I want to help however I can. I have plenty to give if you let me.” I knew he didn’t catch the double entendre, which made it all the more exciting. “I know you don’t like guns, but do any of your people know how to shoot?”
“I know some of them do,” Pastor Jeff replied. “Not everyone here holds the beliefs my wife and I do.”
“Good. We can give them weapons first, understanding that ammo is not infinite. The guns are for emergencies, andhumans, not zombies. At least, not when other disposal methods are available. Then we can start training everyone else on hand-to-hand combat and how to properly kill a zombie.”
Pastor Jeff’s eyes widened when I said humans. “I don’t think I could take another person’s life. Killing a zombie is different, but an uninfected human?” He shuddered, the very thought of it causing the blood to drain from his face.
“Then you and everyone here will eventually die,” I stated matter-of-factly. “The biggest advice I can give you is to forget morals and right and wrong. It isn’t as black and white as that anymore, and there are those in this new world who have already figured that out. Monsters are being created every day, and I don’t mean the zombies. Zombies aren’t the biggest threat in this world. People are.”
“I’m afraid, for now, we’ll have to agree to disagree. I’m very sorry you view the world in that way now, and I pray I’ll never share your viewpoint. Now, what do you need from me to get the ball rolling on arming some of the others and start training for the rest?”
I smiled at him as I stood and rounded his desk. “All I need is for you to have them meet me by my truck, and we’ll get started.” I slid onto his desk, my legs dangling on either side of him.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I wanted to remind you that when I said I want to help, I meant with anything,” I purred. I reached for one of Pastor Jeff’s hands and slid it under my shirt to cup my breast over my bra without any resistance from him. I moaned softly when his hand automatically squeezed it. My moan seemed to wake him from the trance he was under, and his eyes widened in panic. Before he could escape, I lowered myself onto his lap and rubbed my core against the growing hardness there. He might be a man of God, but he was still a man, and he wanted me.
His hands gripped my ass and pulled me tighter against him as a ragged groan escaped his lips. “This is wrong. I’m married.”
“I don’t want to be your wife,” I whispered as I continued to rock in his lap. “I want to be your toy. I want to satisfy your wildest fantasies that your wife would never dream of doing.” I took us both to the edge, dry humping like teenagers. Just before we reached any satisfaction, I stopped moving, bracing myself against his movements as he tried to keep me moving. “I’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it, Pastor. Think about it.” I flicked the tip of my tongue against his bottom lip and stood. “I’ll meet you outside when you’re ready.”
I left his office, hornier than fuck, but confident that I had him where I wanted him. We would finish what we started soon enough.
I stared at the ceiling as I listened to the steady breathing of the people around me. Sleep eluded me as I thought about the progress I had made today. More members of the group were familiar with guns than I expected. Pastor Jeff eventually joined us outside, but he kept his distance from me, though I often felt his eyes on me. He was interested and didn’t know what to do about that. He’d need another push, which I was more than happy to provide. Perhaps we could arrange another private meeting for tomorrow.
But first, I needed to fall asleep. I decided to visit the bathroom one last time and quietly left the room. Just as I was about to push the bathroom door open, I glanced toward the sanctuary and saw a single light shining through the little glass cutouts of the doors. Curious, I approached the doors and peeked throughthe windows. The light I saw was the small reading light attached to the pulpit. Below that, kneeling at the altar, praying, was Pastor Jeff. Maybe I didn’t have to wait until tomorrow after all.
I entered the sanctuary, the doors barely making a whisper as they opened and shut. My bare feet were silent on the soft carpet as I walked down the aisle toward him. I didn’t want to interrupt his prayers, so I sat in the pew nearby to wait for him to finish.
“Amen,” he said softly.
“Is this the fastest your prayers have been answered?” I teased. Pastor Jeff jumped nearly a foot in the air as he spun around to face me. “Sorry.”
“What are you doing here, Dyana?”
“I couldn’t sleep. What are you doing here?”
