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I frowned, feeling a little sad for him. "You didn't know what to do with yourself."

"Something like that." Wade turned a little red as he kissed my chin. "I went a little nuts, and perhaps focused a bit too much on my body."

"That's so cute, you're one of those need-a-goal guys." I let out a happy humming sigh. "You're a freak, just like the rest of us."

"You could try to sound a little less happy about it."

"Hey, dude." I tried pointing at him despite the fact his face was right in front of mine. "It would ruin my street-cred if people knew I was fucking Captain America. You have a long line of fucked up footsteps to fill."

Wade stopped kissing my cheek and looked down at me.

"I'm sorry—but exactly how long of a line are we talking about here?"

"Baby's got back...and he hasn't been afraid to use it."

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"I have this sudden, distractingly strong urge to have

'Property of Wade Walker' tattooed on Baby's back."

"That's just plain selfish—nobody puts Baby's back in a corner." I smiled as Wade went back to softly kissing my neck while I ran my mouth. "Baby's back is practically its own relief organization." I was a little surprised that the idea of being Wade's property turned me on a little.

"And you can continue to provide that relief so long as..."

Wade's eyes widened as an evil grin spread over his face.

"What's this?"

I closed my eyes and laughed as Wade reached down between us and took hold of my now swelling cock.

"I think somebody really likes the idea of having my name tattooed across their ass."

I blew out a
pfff
noise, as if to say he was nuts. My abs tensed as Wade squeezed the head.

"You sure?" Wade asked causing my mouth to open with a soft moan as he twisted the head in the palm of his hand.

"You don't want to be my property?"

"No!" I said, squirming as he worked over my shaft. I began to find it difficult to catch my breath. "I'm sure."

Wade forced my legs further apart with his, as his own expanding erection pressed into my ass. "I get the funniest feeling I could have you begging to be my property."

"Fat chance." I shuddered as a chill ran over my body. My voice continued to protest while my body betrayed me by telling Wade an entirely different story.

It wasn't long after, that my voice betrayed me as well, giving Wade what we wanted most by proving himself right.

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Chapter Seven

I listened to the bell jingling as I entered the store, wondering if it was a town law that all stores had to have that same bell on the door. The wood floors creaked underfoot as I passed the middle-aged woman with short curly blonde hair and dark red lipstick. She was standing behind the register chatting it up with a younger Julia Stiles-type with long, dirty-blonde flowing locks. I smiled as they each turned to see me simultaneously. It wasn't lost on me as they each returned my smile that their conversation had halted.

I was beginning to feel like some type of rare endangered species that had wandered out of the forest, feeling eyes on me as I'd passed the storefronts on my way to the drug store.

Up until this moment I'd been chastising myself for being overly paranoid.

I surveyed the store, feeling lost while suddenly missing my local Walgreens back home. I knew exactly where to find the condoms there. I cursed myself for telling Wade it would be quicker if we split up. The store felt old-timey and updated at the same time. There was a hint of that musty old building scent mixed with disinfectant in the air. The shelving units which partitioned off the length of the store appeared to be fairly new, but the pharmacy counter, running along the back of the store had a vintage-old-timers feel, with a long white counter that separated the customers from the drugs which were being stored in a separate room—visible through the 108

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partial glass wall. I grabbed up a little red basket and made my way down the first aisle.

I was passing along by the deodorant and shaving supplies, and noticed the toothpaste a little further down. I was hopeful I'd find the Colgate watermelon toothpaste I loved so much. Despite its intention of getting kids to want to brush their teeth, I was totally addicted, now looking down my nose at the standard minty type which is of course what Wade used. Worst case I could force Wade back to the lodge so I could grab mine, but I was hoping I wouldn't have to do that as it made me feel like I was moving in. I knew it was insane, but buying it and taking it back to his place somehow didn't seem to give me that ick in the pit of my stomach.

I took several steps, making my way past the soap and lotion. My eyes widened as I spotted it on the shelf. I felt myself grinning as I plucked it off the shelf and tossed it into my basket—a little too overly excited by toothpaste I began to realize.
Note to self...get a life.
I rounded the end cap display, nodding politely to the lady behind the pharmacy counter. She had long curly black hair which was bunched up in the back, falling over her shoulders and soft cocoa-mocha skin. She was wearing the white doctor's coat, and while at first glance her African-American goddess-ness seemed distinctly out of place in this odd
Twin Peaks
-like mountain town, her demeanor said otherwise.

"Can I help you find anything?" she asked, her voice warm—almost husky and soft.

"Condoms?" I asked, looking for a name tag while beginning to realize that no one bothered to wear one here.

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She smiled slightly, though not blatantly as she pointed a long elegant finger, complete with dark red fingernail, toward the opposite side of the store. "Just around the corner on the left hand side."

"Thanks." I smiled and winked to let her know I was secure enough with myself to not be embarrassed by asking for condoms, though I suspected that was why she'd smiled in the first place.

I made my way toward the last aisle, stopping for a moment to peruse an end cap with Sobe juice bottles. I shrugged and placed four bottles of the 'power' fruit punch in the basket, deciding a little extra energy couldn't hurt, considering the things I'd be up to with Wade later this evening.

I finally arrived at the condom area and looked over my choices. I couldn't decide if I should attempt a last-ditch effort at classy by choosing a small box, or play up to the big-ole-whore reputation I surely already had, thanks to the town cabby, by buying bulk. I'd given up on the Amber Alert I'd issued days ago in terms of my virtue, finally accepting the reality that I seemed to have no control over myself when it came to Wade Walker. "Bulk it is then," I mumbled to myself as my gaze drifted toward the larger boxes.

"The one that got away." I heard as I turned to my right, seeing Chip, the bartender with the weird auto-affectation.

"You," I accused, greeting Chip with anything other than enthusiasm. "Those damn Irish coffees of yours have gotten me in a whole mess of trouble."

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"So I've heard, stud. The last time Summit City was this abuzz was several years back when Tilly Mason got busted having an illicit affair with Pastor Dan." Chip sauntered up while looking me up and down. "You were supposed to get drunk and come home with
me
."

"So your evil plan just somehow got away from you?"

"Oh sure, blame the bartender." Chip shook his head at me. "One cocktail and within seconds you went from boy next door to leather dungeon whore."

My mouth fell open slightly, and though I desperately wanted to defend myself, I could only imagine the things that must have come out of my mouth at the bar before going home with
and
allowing Wade to put God knows what into it.

"I have low liquor tolerance, it's not my fault."

"You might have mentioned that before ordering the Irish coffee."

"Um, you offered it," I decided to remind him, as if it made a damn lick of difference at this point. "And I thought it was just coffee—from Ireland."

Chip smiled while trying not to laugh as he stood there looking at me. Finally, letting out a disappointed sigh, he glanced over toward the shelves. "Stocking up?" Chip nodded toward the rubbers which I'd since forgotten I was standing in front of. "Exactly how long have you been holed up with Saint Walker, anyway?"

"Don't be crude." I felt my face flush and wondered why I was now embarrassed, as I took note of the fact that Chip seemed to be the only person in this town that didn't 'love'

Wade.

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Chip laughed as he reached over and pulled a bright yellow box of Trojans off a hook. He looked at it and smiled before holding it up to me. "So...sex with Wade... Gold medal worthy?"

I snatched the box out of his hand as he laughed, obviously pleased with himself. I noticed the Julia Stiles-a-like girl standing at the end of the aisle, whispering into a cell phone, while making a lame-ass attempt to act as though she wasn't eavesdropping.

"I'm afraid these just won't do." I placed the yellow box back where it belonged and picked up a box of the Trojan Magnums XL, making sure I tapped my finger over the 'XL' on the box. "Fortunately for me, Wade's a
biiiig
Magnum man." I smiled sweetly and began making my way up toward the register, leaving Chip standing there, slightly stunned into silence. "Huge, in fact." I tossed back as I passed the little eaves dropper who was staring a hole into a bottle of shampoo sitting on the shelf.

* * * *

I came out of the drugstore feeling the cold air like needles on my cheeks. I looked up at the sky which was clouding up, remembering Wade had mentioned that another snow storm was supposed to be moving into the area by nightfall. I was trying to remember which direction the market was in when I caught a commotion out of the corner of my left eye. I turned to see the Quad walking down the sidewalk, headed in my direction.

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I found myself unable to move as I listened to Wade's warning ringing in the back of my mind about not allowing myself to be caught alone by the ladies. Before I realized it, I found myself running across Main Street, a horn honking as a guy in a Blazer slammed on his brakes. I continued running like a freak, who feared some type of alien abduction scenario. These four middle aged women sucking the boy juice out of my brain, turning me into a pod person—a gay-bot! My free will stripped away as they made me a subservient man whore—handed over to Wade for his perverse, yet very hot pleasure.

A gay Stepford, I thought, deciding I should use that idea for my next book. I looked back, making sure I'd left the Quad in the dust as I headed to the market.
Maybe you
should try finishing any one of the books you've already
started, loser.
I nodded as I looked down as if having been shamed by some invisible inner bitch-voice.

* * * *

I followed Wade into the house, lugging in several canvas bags filled with groceries. I felt chilled to the bone, and ready for Wade to build one of his big roaring fires I could snuggle up to. He'd already promised to make me what he referred to as 'real' hot chocolate, which was something his Mom used to make him when he was little. I set the bags on the counter and froze, noticing my suitcases and the carrying case for my laptop sitting just inside the front door.

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and brought over. I figured you were probably missing your own clothes."

I was in fact not missing my own clothes, and I couldn't believe he'd told complete strangers it was okay to go through my things.

"You don't look too happy?"

I turned to face him and my anger melted slightly realizing by the look on his face he'd thought he was doing a nice thing. "Wade, you can't...what if I had a huge double-headed dildo there? Do you really think I'd want a total stranger finding it, let alone having to pack it for me?"

Wade's eyebrows rose slightly and he smiled a little. "Do you have a double...?"

"No!" I screamed, irritated he was more aroused by the fact I might have one, than seeming to grasp the idea that it would have humiliated me.

He shrugged, seeming a little disappointed as he went back to unloading the groceries. I shook my head and took a deep breath to keep myself from lunging across the counter at him. "You should have asked me."

"I'm sorry." Wade stopped and looked me in the eyes. "I just...you're only here for the rest of today and tomorrow. I don't want to waste any of it. I wanted you here."

I felt my anger slipping further away thinking he looked adorable standing there holding the box of Cap'n Crunch I'd forced him to buy. As I made my way around the counter I felt the corners of my mouth curling up. I knew he was probably the most spoiled man in the world, and it drove me nuts that he most certainly always got his way. At the same 114

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time it took a little of the sting out of it, knowing I was the thing he wanted to have his way with.

I took the box of cereal out of his hand and placed it onto the counter. I pressed my body into his. Our hands encircled one another as our mouths connected in what had now become an extremely familiar kiss. It surprised me how familiar it felt considering we'd only met days before. The knee weakening way his tongue teased and tasted. There wasn't a single place I didn't want Wade's tongue to go.

He groaned a little as we separated, swallowing as he licked his full lips. "Too bad about that dildo, huh?"

I laughed as I shoved him away. "My DNA is probably being air-vaced to a lab in Denver as we speak."

"I doubt it," Wade said as he went back to the groceries.