“Come here,” I said as I pulled him in for a kiss, stifling my laughter as I pecked at his lips.
Our lips locked and his tongue dug its way into my mouth. He was horny, and his cock was hard against my thigh as he pinned my hands together above my head and kissed me like he meant every word that’d flowed from his mouth seconds before. He wanted me.
This might work out.
Dominic kissed me like he couldn’t care less about the others on the lawn and the kids running amuck around us. The laughter in the air seemed to be submerged under water as I grew lightheaded with his kiss.
Then the gunshots. I jumped and our teeth clanged. I bit his lip and h
e pulled back in pain. Dominic wiped blood from his mouth as he stood and held a hand out to help me up.
“What the fuck was that?” someone said.
“Was that?” Dominic asked, not needing to finish his statement.
I looked instinctively over at Pike who was already halfway across the lawn, fists clenched, staring in the direction of the shots. A burst of rapid fire sounded off. Pike turned back to the rest of us.
“All Doves and little ones to the bunker. Two men stay with them, the rest, go to your homes and get ready for the worst!” he yelled.
“What’s going on?” a woman yelled.
“Should we arm up?” a man yelled.
Somehow, Pike had become the leader of the group, whether he wanted to or not. I imagined if Lauren’s husbands were here, especially Bentley, he’d step up too. Alé would’ve in a heartbeat. Dominic? He looked afraid.
“Go,” Pike yelled. “It might be nothing, but it’s not worth the chance. Just do what I said till this is sorted out or until one of the Seven says different!”
I heard the sound of the crowd scattering. Kicked grass, blankets and picnic paraphernalia scooped up, kids complaining as they were yanked by their arms.
My eyes were glued on Pike. He didn’t look scared at all but strong and ready.
“We should go,” Dominic said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
I didn’t listen. I wanted to know what was going on and I didn’t feel afraid. Somehow I felt that Pike would protect me.
“Jess,” Pike yelled. “Go with Dominic. Get to the bunker. Please”
Out of everyone in the crowd, he was worried about me. He’d picked me out to give orders to. He wanted me protected. He’d said please.
He approached us and slapped a heavy hand on Dominic’s back.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” he said. “Probably the security team spotted a mountain lion or a bear or something. But follow emergency procedures just in case.”
Dominic only nodded.
Then more gun shots.
“Go! Now!” Pike ordered.
And I would have obeyed if I hadn’t heard the motorcycle roar to life. The sound of the metal beast sent shivers down my spine. We never had unexpected visitors and definitely never following gunshots.
From my spot in the park, I watched as a motorcycle barreled over the dirt road that led through town, kicking up a cloud of dust. It swerved. I knew very little about bikes but even with my limited knowledge I knew the way it jerked wasn’t normal. I couldn’t see the driver through the smoke but the motorcycle suddenly lost control and smashed into the chapel.
The crash was loud and the whining of the bike was louder. Half in and half out of the church, the motorcycle finally puttered and stalled.
Pike ran toward the church and I followed. Dominic raced after me. From behind I could hear him yelling for me to stop, but instincts took over. I was born to be a leader of this community and my man was jumping into action.
My man. He wasn’t yet. But he would be.