Chapter 52

Justice shook and came against him with a deep and insistent cry that had Sandesh’s cock so hard it was painful.

She writhed and convulsed and shuddered. He licked and tasted the most sensitive part of her, hot and warm and salty in his mouth. So good. So sweet.

When she was done, when her hands released the stranglehold she’d had on his hair and the last throb and pulse died against his tongue, with her body still sensitive and waiting, he rose.

She kissed him, long and deep. He loved that she liked to taste herself on his tongue. He unbuttoned his slacks.

Justice was there instantly, pulling them down, releasing him. She grasped his shoulders and jumped. Though he hadn’t been ready, he caught her. His hands firmly under her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lowered down as he thrust inside her.

He buried his mouth in her neck. “Justice.”

With his help, she began to ride him.

A physical whir from above alerted his system, cut through his lust. He stopped. She made a whimpering sound, began to move again. He leaned her back against the tree, held her there. “That sound.”

“What?” She was breathless. Her voice fuzzy.

His head cleared only slightly quicker. He knew that sound. “Do you have drones here?”

“What? No.”

A concussive bang ricocheted through the trees, through his nerves.

A bomb.

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Sandesh tripped out of the trees and onto the path, zipping up his fly.

Justice followed a moment later. Dress in place, eyes wide. She grasped his elbow. “Was that an explosion?”

“Yeah. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the red glow in the distance. Smoke rose into the sky. The fire alarm sounded. Only to be quickly silenced and replaced with a warning for everyone to seek shelter. Several blue strobe lights began to spin along the path.

She pulled against his hand, stopping him. “This way. It’s faster.”

She dropped his hand, flicked off her heels, and ran through the trees, despite twigs and branches. He followed.

She grabbed the hem of her dress and darted through the night and trees as well as any trained soldier. Better. She knew this place. Adrenaline and a real fear for her and her family meant his heart pounded in his chest like a boxer on the heavy bag. He kept up, learned the land by paying attention to her footfalls.

After a minute of full-out sprinting, her lean frame leapt over a hedge of shrubs and landed on the main road, School Drive. He was right on her heels.

To their left was the big house, which seemed to have every light on. In the distance, he spotted the gatehouse that served as the main campus entrance.

It was on fire.

Stones and rubble were strewn across the entrance, blocking it. One guard was helping another one hobble away from the destruction. A third guard yelled into a two-way radio. A fourth was outside the gate, beyond the stones, weapon drawn, scanning for approaching danger.

Sandesh increased his pace, pulled up next to Justice, bent to her ear. “Drones. Someone dropped a bomb. Might be more. Nix the warning system. It’s too loud.”

Her eyes were wide and worried, but she pulled to a stop and took out her phone. She punched the number. “Security. We believe there are drones—”

Another explosion behind. And another. He and Justice crouched automatically. Fires started in the distance.

Sandesh jumped rubble, ran over to the gatehouse and the security personnel. “Can you light this place up? Turn on every light, floodlight, you have?”

The woman, who’d been speaking into her mic, clicked it again and relayed the information. In seconds, lights began to go on all over the school. Even lights inside classrooms and all along the walk. They were seriously tied in here.

The warning system went silent.

“There, there, there.” Sandesh pointed at the sky, turned the guard by the shoulders. She shook her head, uncomprehending.

Justice sprang up next to them. “I see it.”

As if she’d handled as many weapons as he had over the years, and she might have, she removed the guard’s sidearm. The guard objected. Too late.

Justice aimed, pointed, and fired repeatedly. Pop. Pop. Pop.

The drone exploded in the air. Fiery fragments rained down as it slammed into the ground. Pieces scattered in all directions.

The guard looked over at her, skimmed Justice and her gown. “You just hit a drone from the sky. At night. In a ball gown.”

The guard and Justice stared at each other. Justice shrugged. “I’m going to keep your gun.”

She turned to Sandesh. “We need to get organized. You’re going to have to leave.”