Life in Fusion

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Life in Fusion

Aspiring author, Boone Daniels, always figured love would be as easy as he was. Fresh off a whirlwind winter-vacation romance with ski-god and would-be boyfriend, Wade Walker – Boone was certain that saying goodbye would be the hardest part.

He’d survived the unconventional way in which they came together, proven himself somewhat worthy to Wade’s hometown of Summit City, and felt certain the self-imposed, six month boy-buffer would prove one thing – their fate was to be forever entwined.

Once real life settles in, Boone suffers the realization that no one ever actually said love was easy and that even after you fall, you can still break. As their two worlds collide, he begins to understand that if he can navigate the landscape of life in fusion, he just might get that happily-ever-after…after all.

NOTE: Second Edition – This is a previously published work.


Release date: 30 October 2015
Category: Gay Romance
Sub-Genre: Contemporary, Romantic
Number of words: 90,057 words
Formats available: e-book and print
Heat level: 4 Flames out of 5

5+ Stars
Life in Fusion is that exceptional book that makes the original, wonderful as it is, seem like a springboard to something that’s so much better.

Reviews by Jessewave

Chapter One

Buck Caldera and the Ninth Colony

by Boone Daniels

Buck Caldera methodically inched his way across the thin ledge, grasping at any bump or crevice in the steaming, cliff rock wall he could find to help maintain his balance. He took in a tense breath, knowing one misstep and he’d plummet to his death. The intense heat would have been more than most could handle. Even for him, born on the volcanic planet of Voldaire, the blistering dry wind that ripped through the vast chasms of Pluternica were nearly enough to make him lose hold of his senses. It required total concentration to maintain his balance and stave off disorientation.

As if riding on the wind, the shrill shriek from the Darten Beasts hiding among the caves throughout the canyon served as a reminder he was in constant danger. Even the light from the three suns that kept this wretched planet drenched in constant daylight, was severely diffused by the dense fog, which whizzed past him, trapped in the straight line winds.

He tightened his grip, his fingers burning as another large stone bounced down the side of the cliff, missing his head by mere inches.

“Fucking dung beasts!” Buck growled. Dirt and rock particles rained down upon his head and shoulders, shaken loose by the larger stone. He carefully continued making his way closer to the large vent in the wall. “I’m looking forward to slicing open as many of you as I can.”

The only advantages he had were his cunning and the Caldemantian sword, forged from the hardest metal known in all the galaxies. It was rare indeed, and could only be found on Voldaire. Many had perished trying to relieve him of the sword, which could cut through anything, even the thick hide of the Darten Beasts. All he needed to do was open up one of them. The sickly, sweet stench of the beast’s blood would be enough to disorient and ward off the rest of their kind. He’d have maybe thirty clicks from the time he spilled the first drop of the Darten’s blood to search the caverns for the Halo. If he was unable to vacate before the effects wore off, he’d be left open to attack once again.

Buck was just outside the opening. He steadied himself before removing the sheath from its holster on his belt. He held it out, pressing the lever that released the blades from the openings on each end. The sound of the metal scraping as the blades shot out never failed to give him a blood-lustful thrill. A sensation of power shot through his chest and into his loins. He was ready to do battle—ready to kill.

Keeping his back pressed firmly against the rock, Buck yanked one of the two remaining plasma grenades off the other side of his utility belt. He hesitated, counting off the time before tossing it around the corner into the shaft. The blinding light went off as the thunderous clap vibrated the wall, jarring one of his feet loose. Several shrieks erupted as the air was forced out of the tunnel, and Buck jabbed one end of the sword into the cliffside to balance himself until he once again had his footing.

Buck shook his head, spitting out more of the dust and debris he’d been showered with. He grinned, pulling the sword back out of the rock, knowing he’d eviscerated the beasts that had been lying in wait for him. It wouldn’t do anything to ward off the others, as they had been instantaneously burned to dust, but it would give him time to get his bearings and prepare for battle.

He swung his body around the corner and jumped into the pitch black opening. He retrieved the pair of goggles from the utility belt and slipped them on. Tapping the button on the side caused them to hum as the green glow from the night vision flickered on. He was now able to see through the darkness.

Buck tried to regulate his breathing, settling himself into heat. His long scruffy black hair stuck to his face and neck in clumps. He licked his lips, which were cracked and as dry as the air around him, burning from the single bead of salty sweat that ran down his cheek to the corner of his mouth.

The cavern was larger than he’d expected, opening up once inside. The deep purple rock seemed to pulsate, though Buck knew it was merely the heat vapors creating the visual effect. He didn’t have to wait long, having barely made his way inside before the first Darten was screeching toward him.

He could make out the thick, matted silvery hair and long fangs dripping with venom as the thirteen-foot beast hurtled itself toward him. The venom was a highly toxic paralytic, leaving its victim still alive as it began eating. One drop on his skin and he was as good as dead.

He began twirling the blade; readying his stance. “Come on, you mongrel piece of shit, time to die for the greater good.”

His nerves were as hard as the metal in his hands as he jettisoned himself forward, closing the distance between himself and the beast.

The Darten’s long arms extended, ready to strike as Buck propelled his body up into the air and sailed over the top of the monster. The beast made an attempt to redirect its powerful yet lumbering, large arms into the air to grab hold of him, but it was already too late. Buck slashed the Darten across its lower back and it shrieked in pain as its intestines spilled out onto the floor. He landed into a roll and was quickly up on his feet. The beast took two more steps before falling face-first to the stone floor of the cavern. Buck turned from the twitching body, the scent of its blood filling his nose.

He forced his own nausea back, taking solace in the fact that the remaining Dartens, which had been headed in his direction, were now fleeing. Their battle shrieks replaced with awful high-pitched moans.

“Fucking animals,” he muttered, spitting onto the ground in an attempt to get the taste out of his mouth. He turned back to the carcass and raised the sword, slicing off a large chunk of the intestine. Buck staked the chunk of meat with the tip of his blade, placing it into a satchel constructed from a gauze-like netting. He slung the strap over his shoulder before turning toward the darkness. The blood was already saturating the fabric, hissing as it dripped and boiled on the cavern floor. It was disgusting, but Buck knew keeping a piece of it on his person would buy him the most time.

He tapped his earpiece, turning on the com device and static blew into his ear as he began running down the corridor.

“Activate the timer, Gostric,” Buck commanded. “And get the damn ship into position.”

Gostric’s voice crackled through the com. “You got it, Captain.”

Buck continued to sprint down the cavern as the timer in his goggles put up thirty clicks, before immediately commencing the countdown. His adrenaline level was beginning to regulate, and he once again felt the heat pressing in on him as he searched up and down each side tunnel he came upon.

Twenty four clicks.

The atmosphere on Pluternica was hotter and more acidic than his home planet. Despite the unusual insulation property of his skin, Buck’s chest was beginning to tighten as the sulfuric-leaden air became thicker and dryer the deeper he went.

Twenty one clicks.

“Watch your heart rates, boss,” Gostric said.

“You watch my fucking heart rates, asshole,” Buck choked out as he rushed down another dead end cavern. “I’m kind of busy looking for something no one has ever laid eyes on before.”

“Sure thing, Captain.”

Seventeen clicks.

“Damn all the gods to hell! I don’t see any…” Buck froze, grabbing onto the wall before hissing in pain from the intense heat of the stone.

There was a soft glow coming from an opening in the cavern wall just ahead. He could feel the grin spreading across his face as he ran toward it. He knew he’d found the Halo; he could feel it. This was one sizeable bounty he intended to collect. Turning into the room, his mouth fell open at the sight before his very eyes.

“Son of a Nebulon whore,” Buck muttered under his breath.

“What is it, Captain?” Gostric asked, his voice crackling into Buck’s ear. “Did you find it? Did you find the Halo?”

Buck looked up and said, “Hey, buddy, we’re here.”


The tapping on the keyboard of my laptop came to a halt as my fingers ceased their furious movement. I sat up straight in the back of the taxi.

“Hey, buddy,” the cabby repeated, ripping me the rest of the way out of my head.

“Huh?” I asked, perturbed at being interrupted when I’d been on such a roll.

I realized the cab was pulling down Tulane Drive toward my humble little adobe-abode. Reality began to slowly seep back in, along with the knowledge that only hours before, I’d told a near complete stranger I’d relocate and move in with him in six months time.

Have I gone stark raving mad?

A sudden stab of nostalgia ripped through my gut at the panicked thought of leaving New Mexico. I’d lived in Albuquerque all my life—had never imagined living anywhere else. This place was my home and had always felt that way. I belonged to this city and it belonged to me.

The taxi pulled into the drive of my two bedroom 1939 Pueblo style home in the Nob Hill area, not too far from Bateman Park and the UNM campus. The house sat a few blocks off Central Avenue, part of the famed Route 66 from back in the day, a fact that was now more of a charming anecdote used on tourist brochures.

I saved my word document and shut down my computer before getting out of the taxi. I hated having to stop writing, especially when I’d been having one of those moments where the story seemed to take hold, as if possessing me. I tried telling myself I’d be able to get back there once I made it inside, but I knew that wasn’t likely. Real life had already worked its way back in.

I took stock of my home while waiting for the driver to pop the trunk so I could retrieve my luggage. Surveying the exterior, it became clear to me that my place was looking kinda rough around the edges. Despite having been lovingly owned and restored by my uncle Barry and his lover Steven, both of whom had passed away years before, the stucco exterior now required some attention. If nothing else, a new coat of paint. I was ashamed of myself for a good three or four seconds at having allowed it to happen, before shrugging it off.

“I’ve never been much of a handy man,” I mumbled as the cab driver set my bags on the pavement next to my feet.

“Me either, pal.” He folded his arms as if waiting for something.

“Money!” I said, holding up a hand. “I need to pay you.”

“That’s usually how these things go,” the driver smirked.

“Sorry, I knew that—I did.” I reached back, taking the wallet out of my back pocket. Fishing out some bills, including a nice tip, I continued rambling about not having suffered from any recent head injuries.

The cabbie nodded, though it was obvious he didn’t give a damn if I’d cracked my head open or not. He retreated to the car, sneering as he backed out of the driveway.

“The cabbie’s treat you a whole lot better in Summit City!” I yelled as the car pulled away from the house, tires squealing. “Nosy as hell—but friendly!”

I now felt like an idiot, standing in my driveway, fist in the air and screaming at no one. Snatching my bags up, I noticed my neighbor, Rosa Diaz stepping out onto her front porch to watch me. She was wearing the same look of pitied disapproval that came over her whenever I had the misfortune of stumbling into her line of sight. It had been unnerving the first time I met her, as she appeared to be a sweet, motherly type on the outside. Then again, I never had been the best judge of character. I instantly plastered on my most neighborly smile as I sauntered toward my front door, fighting with my luggage.

I never knew exactly what it was about me that garnered her pity-looks. I did, however, assume it all stemmed from my mouth. The things that came out of it were certainly part of the reason. I suspected the fact I was gay was another, so once again my mouth, or what I liked to put into it, had her concerned.

Rosa was also the neighborhood neatnik—always after me about repairing something. Her husband had died the year before, a sweet old man, and while I’d been very sad for her loss, I was shocked that he’d dared do anything without her permission. And if I knew one thing for certain, it was that Mrs. Diaz would have never given him leave… to leave.

“I kept a good eye on your house while you were gone,” she called out with a wave.

“Thank you.” I walked as fast as I could with my arms full as I said under my breath, “Not that I asked you to.”

“And that big piece of trim that fell off is still leaning against the side of your house!” she called out. “Not that I mind, but I thought I’d bring it up in case you forgot about it.”

“I haven’t, Rosa, but thank you so much for the reminder.” Dropping a bag, I wrestled the keys out of my pocket, cursing my gay ass for bowing to the peer pressure of my culture by wearing tight jeans merely because they showcased my unmentionables.

I unlocked the arched front door, one of my favorite architectural features of the house. It was solid oak, stained dark, and had one of those peek-a-boo openings covered with decorative wrought iron that matched the ornate latch and hinges. Tossing my bags in as quickly as possible, I stepped in and slammed the door shut behind me. Despite the fact the door had a latch that locked itself automatically upon closing, I fumbled to also lock the dead bolt, taking no chances that the outside world could get to me for the remainder of the day. I leaned back against it, exhausted.

I let my gaze wander as the familiar scent of leather and wood filled my nose. It struck me as similar to Wade’s house in a way; except the smell from the wood in my house carried with it an aged quality.

The living room and its kiva fireplace with the brick and tile surround welcomed me. The creamy stucco walls and rough hewed beams that stretched across the low ceilings mixed harmoniously with the warm hues of the leather and earth-tone fabrics, providing a coziness that had all the muscles in my shoulders finally relaxing.

I was home. It felt good, which surprised me considering I was still experiencing tiny pangs of sadness at having parted ways with Wade. It wasn’t debilitating, but still there none the less, lying just under the surface of all my other emotions. It was strange, having that ache slowly ripping through my chest over a man I’d known for such a short amount of time.

Stupid ass emotions—nothing but trouble.

His mojo was strong, grasshopper—making me feel like a bug being crushed under the weight of it.

I tried shaking him out of my head as I stepped away from the door and weaved around the bags scattered across the terracotta tile. I’d genuinely missed my house, which was more modest than Wade’s mountain lodge and its spectacular views. But my place felt more like an actual home to me. It could be sensed, passing over the threshold, that this house was lived in.

I slipped off my parka and tossed it across one of the matching leather club chairs that sat across from a small faux-suede sofa. There were plants everywhere, green and lush, spilling out over large pots and cascading toward the floor. Daylight cut through the windows, which were covered in rich, velvety rust-colored panels that pooled onto the floor.

From the front door, one could see clear through the house to the sliding glass doors that led to a small covered patio. The backyard was nicely landscaped with shade trees, and the stucco wall, which wrapped around the property line, made skinny dipping in the pool possible.

I stepped up into the intimate dining room and walked past the round mahogany pedestal table I’d rescued from a flea market, tossing my wallet and keys onto it. The dark stained wood floors that ran through the bulk of the house creaked under my feet as I kicked off my shoes.

I pulled my cell out of my pocket and turned on the smart phone. I frowned, realizing Wade hadn’t called. I knew it was dumb, since I told him I’d call the instant I made it home, but the new silly-schoolgirl side of my altered personality had half hoped he wouldn’t have been able to wait.

“He did say he thought he loved me.” I nodded at the display as if that justified my infantile disappointment. I scrolled through all the numbers, realizing most of the missed calls I’d collected were from my best friend, Gabe. The rest were from dear ol’ Mommy.

Passing through the kitchen, I paused at the small refrigerator from the fifties and retrieved a bottle of water. It was the second old-ass fridge I’d been forced to search out since the cutout in the wall was too small for today’s modern appliances. Everything was smaller in the hobbit kitchen, as it had become dubbed by Gabe.

I stepped down into the den at the back of the house and plopped onto the tufted burgundy cushions of the Morris chair. I leaned back, setting the water on one arm of the chair, and my phone on the other. The built-ins surrounding the fireplace had been filled to capacity with books of all shapes, sizes, and themes. The den was slightly smaller than the living room, but had the same tiled floor and dark wood beams. The walls were covered in dark, solid wood paneling, giving it a more masculine feel.

People were often surprised by my home, commenting on how tasteful it was. I assumed they were shocked as I, or what came out of my mouth, was usually a smidge bawdy. I liked to say that I didn’t want anything in my home to be more colorful than me, since one’s home should be the last place in which one needed to compete. In reality, I believed it to be a revolt against growing up in my parent’s house, which was the antithesis of what I now craved in terms of design.

Sitting up, I snagged the remote off the coffee table and turned on the flat screen that hung above the fireplace. I turned the volume down till it was barely audible, and stretched my body out in the chair. I scowled hearing my back cracking and popping.

Either I’m getting old, Wade has fucked me out of alignment, or the stress of the past week has taken more of a toll than I previously allowed myself to imagine.

“I’ll take all of the above.” I closed my eyes for a moment. “Well, except the old part. I’m much too vibrant a personality to ever be dimmed by age.”

My mind immediately went back to the Quad, the four ladies who’d been the best friends of Wade’s mother back in the day. They’d all but adopted Wade and Jackie after she died when they were kids. I reminded myself that getting older was now looking even worse than I’d ever imagined.

“All that sniping.” I opened my eyes and smiled. “It was fabulous.”

I laughed and reached for the phone. I wondered to myself if Wade had any idea what they’d done. And if he didn’t know and I brought it up, would the Quad wind up holding it against me for the rest of my life, making me miserable whenever possible for telling on them?

I thought back to that morning, after the shuttle bus had picked me up at Wade’s house in the mountains. I was supposed to be on my way to the airport in Denver. I closed my eyes again, recalling the way I felt in that moment, the exquisite agony of it.


Sitting quietly in the back of the otherwise empty shuttle bus carrying me farther away from Wade Walker, I continued taking one deep breath after another. My chest ached terribly, as if my entire being, right down to the very core of my soul, was screaming “Turn the fuck around, Boone Daniels!” All but ordering me to stop before it was too late.

I smiled, relaxing my body into the seat, head nestled into the curve of the headrest. My eyes were shut tight in an attempt to keep myself from crying. I’d never realized such misery could make me so deliriously happy. But it made me believe the feelings I had for Wade were real. They had to be. The way they cut through me, making every inch of my skin burn. I’d finally found the one thing I’d spent my entire life looking for, despite all the apparent self-sabotaging I’d committed at every opportunity.

“It just might be love,” I said under my breath, smiling as a tear escaped the corner of my eye.

The shuttle bus jumped, like we’d run over a pothole, and I opened my eyes. It took a moment for them to adjust to the bright sunlight as I reached up and wiped my cheek. We were pulling into a small parking lot, and I wondered how I could have been so lost in my own thoughts to have not noticed we’d slowed down. What the hell were we doing back in town… back in Summit City, Colorado?

“Um, excuse me?” I sat up a bit in the seat.

The driver glanced back at me through the rearview, but didn’t answer.

“What the hell is going on here? Where are you taking me?”

We pulled to a stop alongside a single story cabin-esque wood-sided building that had a steep pitched roof. It was rather grand in scale, and had steps with thick iron railings that lead up to a concrete landing from the front and sides to the main entrance.

I jumped, just beginning to open my mouth again, startled by the driver opening up the sliding door of the shuttle. I scowled, wondering if he’d come in after me should I refuse to get out.

“Please, mister.” He held out a hand for me. “I’d really appreciate it if you could go inside. It shouldn’t take too long, then we’ll be on our way to Denver.”

He looked barely old enough to drive, and I figured whatever the hell was going on here, it was doubtful he was anything other than an innocent bystander. I rolled my eyes as he looked at me pleadingly, then pulled myself out of the seat and onto the pavement. The guy was smiling again, cheerful—as if we’d had a spat and finally made up. I shook my head and marched up the steps, grabbing hold of the railing as I stepped onto a patch of ice and my foot slipped out from under me.

“Careful,” I heard from behind me.

I turned and smiled sweetly as the kid grinned back, taking a seat on the floor of the van where the sliding door was open, his legs dangling over the side, his shoes scraping at the salted cement. I continued my ascent toward the door and decided I was physically going to kill Wade if I walked into this building and found him inside. The selfish, spoiled brat was not going to keep me from leaving! It didn’t matter that I didn’t want to leave. I’d made a decision, and by God I was going to stick with it.

I laughed a little over my own hypocrisy, and pulled open the heavy wooden door, letting out a grunt. I hadn’t anticipated it would be so thick and difficult to maneuver. I strode across the threshold, realizing it was pitch black inside once the door closed behind me.

“Hello?” I called out, afraid to move. It was dead calm, and I could’ve heard a pin drop as I stood there frozen, feet cemented to the floor. I felt my heart rate pick up slightly, and I started to turn back to feel for the door when I heard a flick. A rush of bright light cut through the black, shooting a spotlight down onto an empty chair. I assumed I was supposed to sit, but I didn’t make a move.

“Why yes, I’d love a seat… thank you for asking,” I called out in my very own sarcastically sweet lilt. I began to move toward the chair, hoping I wasn’t going to trip over anything on my way. “What lovely gracious manners you have.”

I heard a giggle coming from somewhere followed by a shushing sound. I stopped a few feet away from the chair as more lights came on, flooding a decent-sized stage. There sat the Quad, all lined up at a long table, looking down at me from above.

“Take a seat,” Rita, the ring leader and high-school drama teacher, said in a flat voice that I’m sure was meant to intimidate me.

I began biting my lip to keep myself from laughing. This entire scene looked like something out of a reality TV show. “Is the Donald firing me—no wait—you’re voting me off the island?” I took a seat in my light bath. “You can try, ladies, but you’ll never extinguish my flame.”

I winked at the one who giggled again, Sandy… if I remembered correctly. She smiled back at me until Rita reached over and smacked her.

“That really hurt,” Sandy whispered.

“Zip it.” Wade’s aunt, Deloris or Del as she was known, spoke from the side of her mouth.

Maggie winked at me but managed to keep the rest of her person rigid and stoic.

Aside from the nagging irritation I had at the thought of missing my plane, I was finding this all very entertaining. I should’ve been nervous. I’d been ducking this foursome over the past few days, and now they had me right where they wanted me. I smiled, feeling a bit like a spoiled child, making a solemn vow not to tell them a damn thing. They’d been prying into my affairs enough as it was, getting the employees of the lodge to spy on me. Despite the fact I knew they’d meant well, the invasion of my privacy pissed me off.

We all sat in silence for a few more moments as I looked them each over, smiling as if I were the sweetest little boy that had ever walked the planet.

“What’s all this, Peggy Sue?” I smiled and offered, wide-eyed. “I don’t have a whole lot of time, girls. I just can’t be late for the sock-hop… gee, that Bobby Darrin’s drrreamy.”

Del let out a snort, then seemed to catch herself.

Rita leaned forward across the table. “We’d like to speak with you about Wade.”

I looked down and held up my hand, as if blushing. “Girls… really, I already told you he tried several times at the drive-in Saturday night, but I wouldn’t let him touch me in my special place!”

They all laughed, including Rita. “I’m onto you, kiddo.” Rita pointed her finger at me.

“I let him pin me, that’s it!” I said earnestly.

“I’ll just bet you did,” Sandy said before placing her hand over her mouth as if embarrassed by having insinuated something naughty.

I raised my eyebrows, having a newfound respect for the sweet, innocent-looking Sandy. I’ll have that one wrapped around my fingers in no time.

Rita shook her head, glancing down at me. “You might be able to charm most of the people, most of the time with your joking around and little comedy bits—but we aren’t most people.”

“All this drama over my bits? Well, I hate to bring this up,” I said, looking at them seriously, “but me and all my bits were on our way out of town until the four of you hijacked me. Boy-napping is a very serious offense.”

“Why are you leaving?” Del asked. “I know for a fact he asked you to stay.”

“Look here, now.” I felt my skin get all creepy-crawly at the thought of having a serious discussion about my feelings. I desperately wanted to make a run for it. “I can’t just… it’s only been a week.”

“So you’re planning on coming back?” Maggie finally jumped in excitedly. She looked at the other women. “See, I told you he wouldn’t just leave. He’s coming back.”

“You didn’t even let him answer!” Rita said, seeming overly irritated with Maggie.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I just need some time—”

“You don’t have to be so snappish,” Maggie retorted, cutting me off. “They’ve fallen in love with one another.” Maggie smiled as she placed her hand over her heart. “It’s so romantic.”

“For God’s sake, Maggie,” Rita huffed, “I swear one of these days I’m going to beat you to death with one of those silly romance novels you always have your nose stuck in.”

The other two women began laughing as Maggie tossed an angry scowl in Rita’s direction.

Maggie placed her hands flat on the table and sat up a bit in her seat. “It is a pity that we can’t all be just like you—screwing them senseless before tossing some cash on the nightstand.”

Sandy’s mouth fell open, but her eyes widened, obviously enjoying this new tiff immensely. Del let out a sigh. While I was enjoying the first act as well, I began to wonder if I’d be allowed to live should they start revealing the big secrets.

“It’s my fault I can’t seem to find anything interesting about them aside from their penis?”

Hello… TMI, people!

“Would you two please cork it,” Del said, trying not to laugh.

“Oh Del,” Sandy complained. “Can you for once stop trying to be the peacemaker? You always stop them just when it’s starting to get good.”

This Sandy was revealing herself to be a whole lot more lethal as I noticed a blood thirsty expression steal over her face.

“Do you have to be such a callous slut?” Maggie tossed back at Rita.

I gasped before catching a hold of myself. No! She! Didn’t!

“Maggie!” Del’s mouth fell open.

“That’s rich!” Rita squealed.

“I’m sorry, Del, but she’s constantly on my case and I’m sick of it.”

“Yeah keep out of it, Del,” Sandy agreed.

Oh yeah, that one’s trouble!

“Please remind me?” Rita scooted her chair closer to the table. “Exactly how many husbands have you gone through? Men are like Kleenex to you—callous slut indeed!”

“I loved each and every one of my husband’s dearly!” Maggie declared.

“We’re supposed to be examining Boone!” Del flung out her arm toward me.

The room got very quiet, and I smiled up at them as images of alien probes flashed through my mind on hearing the word examine.

“What’s the point?” Sandy shrugged as she looked me over. “He’s running out on Wade anyway.”

That bitch! “I never said—”

“At least I’ve never killed any of my men with my vagina!” Maggie said, pointing at Rita while looking at me and nodding her head.


“Right… like the boy is just supposed to drop everything and jump in face-first?” Del asked, cocking her head to one side as she shot Sandy a nasty look.

I raised my hand up to Jesus. Finally, someone was on my side! “Thank y—”

“He had a heart condition!” Rita squealed, screaming it as if she’d grown tired of defending her man-killing vagina, already.

“He’d stay if he really loved Wade!” Sandy snapped back.

Ouch. Okay, that one stung, I thought as feelings of guilt rushed over me.

“Will you shut up, you silly, pot-stirring… hippy-dippy!” Del yelled.

I stood slowly, raising a hand into the air as if waiting to be called on.

“Why are you always on her case?” Rita asked Del.

“Because she’s constantly trying to stir up trouble,” Del fired back.

“Um… I—excuse me?” I called out as they continued to snipe at one another while ignoring me.

“And don’t be jumping in over here, we may let you pretend like you’re in charge, but we all know I am!” Del folded her arms and nodded as the other three ladies began either screaming or laughing at the absurdity of it.

I shrugged, dropped my arm back to my side and turned before heading toward the crack of light I spied coming from under what I prayed was the exit. As I pushed on the door, the shuttle driver looked up from his cell phone, cocking his head to the side, able to hear the women going at it from inside.

“I swear, I didn’t—”

“No, they’ll be at it for hours,” he interrupted, seeming to be unfazed as I climbed back into the shuttle. “Let’s get you to Denver.”

He slammed the door shut, and I laughed, now knowing full well who was to blame for spoiling Wade. “I can’t believe the audacity—they totally kidnapped me.”


I wiggled around in the chair, staring at the cobweb hanging from the wood beam in my den. Once I settled into a new spot and felt comfortable, I nodded, deciding I shouldn’t bring up what the Quad had done, unless Wade did. Even though they couldn’t really do anything to me now, considering I knew about the man-killing vagina and all… no sense making unnecessary enemies, right?

It had taken Wade mere minutes to work out how to use my cell. I’d had the damn thing for weeks and could barely manage to get online. I hit one on my speed dial and shook my head, slightly disgusted. In place of his name he’d typed in, ‘Love of my Life’ which pissed me off since I couldn’t figure out how to change it. Even more irritating was instead of using my name on his phone Wade had decided to get creative once again.

I could feel my stomach flutter as the phone started to ring. One and a half rings, to be exact, before Wade answered.

“You have no idea how hot I get seeing ‘Sno Ho’ pop up on my caller ID.”

“Please fucking change that, Wade.” I leaned back in the chair, resting the back of my head against the cushion. “I have a slutty enough reputation in Summit City as it is.”

“No way, you’re my Sno Ho.” Wade sighed, seductively. “So… what are you wearing?”

I burst out laughing as I hit the button he’d pointed out the day before, which turned on the speaker phone. My ear was already starting to get hot, and I hated that. “The same thing I was wearing when I left this morning, you deliciously dirty bastard.”

“That’s just cruel—why’d you have to go and bring up our bad time?”

I laughed again, taking note it wasn’t plural, at least not yet anyway. “So what have you been doing all day?”

“I’m still in bed.”

That same intense pressure shot through my chest at the thought I’d made him sad. “You need to get up and out bed then, its late afternoon already.”

“Fuck you. No.” I could hear Wade rooting around in the sheets through the phone. “I can still smell you on the sheets. I’ve been lying here all day with a hard-on from hell.”

I felt the heat as my face flushed even though there was no one around to be embarrassed in front of. I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment, picturing his massively muscled, super-hero sized body lying there all naked and hard. My jeans began to feel a teensy bit tighter.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Wade.”

“You should be. I’m completely miserable and it’s all your fault.”

“Technically, you picked me up in the first place, but I’ll go ahead and take this one on the chin.”

“I think you should take off your clothes instead.”

“Do you, now?” I asked.

“I want to hear you scream my name as you shoot. Did I happen to mention how turned on I get hearing you say my name when I make you come?”

I took a deep breath and cooed. “No, you neglected to mention that, Wade.”

“All I can think about is sliding my cock inside you and slow-fucking you into a frenzy.”

I was suddenly finding it difficult to swallow so I set down the phone and snagged the bottle of water. “Jesus, babe.”

“Take off your fucking clothes, Boone.”

I sat up straighter, hearing the serious tone in his voice.

“Do it, now.”

I set the water on the floor next to the chair and slowly stood, wondering why I was feeling all shy and goofy all of a sudden. “I put the phone down, but I have you on speaker.”

“That’s good,” Wade said, clearing his throat.

I could hear him rustling around as I pulled off the loose fitting sweater and T-shirt, then tossed them on the floor. I hadn’t worn a belt because I wanted to be comfy on the plane. I grinned as I unbuttoned my jeans. I knelt on the chair, getting my crotch as close to the speaker as I could before slowly pulling the zipper down.

Wade groaned, and my smile widened, knowing he’d been able to hear that.

“I’m sliding my jeans and briefs down over my hips.”

“What I wouldn’t give to bite into that ass.”

I felt my dick get harder hearing that, remembering the way it had felt when he’d done exactly that the day before. I reached back and ran my fingers over the slight bruising on my left cheek. I slid my pants down, then kicked them free along with my briefs. I decided to keep my socks on since my feet were freezing. It wasn’t like he’d ever know.

“My ass will be online later tonight ordering the two most expensive and highest quality web cams I can find,” Wade said.

“I don’t know about that idea.” I lowered the back of the Morris chair until the wooden dowel slipped into the last groove. “What if someone saw us?”

I sat down and reclined back, stretching my body out, remembering how much I loved the way velvet-covered cushions felt against my naked skin.

“No one’s going to see it but you and me. I can’t take not looking at you for two weeks until I make it down to Albuquerque. Besides, it’s not like you’re planning to run for office someday or anything.”

“I think you just like the idea of bossing me around. Besides, I can’t figure out how to work my phone, what the hell makes you think I can hook up a video feed?”

“Are you naked yet?”

“Oh, shit, yeah… sorry.” I laughed, feeling awkward all of a sudden.

“And I thought your best friend was part of the geek squad or something?”

I sat up in the chair. “I can’t ask him to do it! He’ll know exactly what it’s for!”

“Just calm down, baby.”

“He’s like the world’s biggest prude. I’ll never hear the end of it.” I grinned, listening to Wade’s deep laugh.

“You’re the strangest man I’ve ever met. Do you do everything backwards?”

“Tammy, tell me true—is my new boyfriend already lodging complaints about my back door policies?”

“Oh damn it, here we go,” Wade growled. “Forget I said anything and let’s get back to you being all naked and stuff.”

“And so soon after upgrading your weekend pass to one of the few coveted season ticket holders to my ass?”

“Hey!” Wade yelled.

“And this is the thanks I get for my generosity. I could have sworn you met the height requirement to ride this ride?”

“I’d better be the only season ticket holder to your ass,” Wade added grumpily.

“Selfish, greedy man.”

“Damn straight—and stop trying to change the subject.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, having forgotten what the original topic had been.

“Here I am, the guy you’re dating, and you talk about your ass like it’s a relief organization.”

I scowled, looking down at the phone. “Yeah, so what?”

“Yet you’re uncomfortable for your best friend to know you’re jacking off online with your boyfriend.”

I chuckled, looking down to see I was still hard as a rock. “I’ve known him since I was little. We aren’t your typical friends—he’s more like a brother—a very protective and judgmental brother.” I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of telling Gabe I’d agreed to move. “I swear you’re turning into the biggest girl, Wade Walker.”

“What the hell?”

“You get me all naked and now you want to have share time?” I asked.

“Well, sure, blame me for getting sidetracked.” Wade’s deep voice cut through my chest, even when coming over the phone. “Now is when I’d be lifting your legs into the air, taking your ankles into one hand, and pushing your legs back as I force the head of my cock into your ass.”

I grinned, chewing on my lip as I lay back down on the chair. “My, you do say the sweetest things, Wade Walker.”

“I love watching your face twist all up as I push deeper inside you.”

I reached down and began stroking my now leaking cock. “You do have one big dick, baby.”

“I’m stroking that big dick now, remembering the way you open up that tight ass for it.”

I cleared my throat. “Keep talking like that and this isn’t gonna last very long.”

“Oh, fuck.” Wade sounded breathy. “Your ass is so hot, so fucking tight, clamping down on my dick like a vise grip as I pound into you.”

I let out a groan, feeling the perspiration beginning to collect on my forehead as I pumped my own cock. “Fuck yes, Wade.” I took in a deep breath as my fingers slid up over the head of my dick, teasing as the muscles in my abdomen tensed. “I love having you inside me, the way I continue to feel you there, long after.”

“Fuck yes, Boone, I’m close.”

I moaned as my upper body began to lift off the back of the chair. “That’s right, baby, pound my ass.”

Wade was getting louder as well. “I’m gonna shoot.”

I thrust my head back, letting out a long throaty moan as the first shot of hot semen spattered up my stomach and across my chest. With each of Wade’s loud groans, another stream came across my fingers until I began to shake and quiver as the head of my dick became too sensitive for me to touch any longer.

Wade let out one last scream and I imagined him, twitching slightly, his hips still lightly thrusting.

“This is going to be the longest two weeks of my life,” I said, trying to get my wind back. “You and your giant cock have ruined me for life.”

“Good,” Wade said, breathing heavily. “I like being your ruination.”

“You would, you shit head.” I glanced down at myself, unable to believe my cock was still bone hard. “I think I want a pre-nup that says you can’t leave me after ruining my ass for normal size dick.”

“I’ll sign anything you want, babe,” Wade said. “But your ass is mine, so don’t you and your pretty little bubble butt start fretting over silly thoughts like that. And I’d appreciate you not thinking about any dick other than mine, regardless of size.”

“I love it when you get all possessive and clingy.” I squirmed down the chair, reaching under the arm and grabbing my water.

“Fuck, Boone, how the hell am I going to fall asleep tonight without having you here to wrap up in my arms?”

“I’ll call you back at bedtime and we’ll do this again,” I offered. I listened as he let out a long sigh but decided not to remind him I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be away from him either. Mainly because he’d be sure to remind me it was all my fault. The one time I try being a responsible adult and I get berated instead of receiving praise for my cool head.

So much for positive reinforcement!

“It’ll get easier, right?” Wade finally asked.

Christ, I hope not. “Sure,” I said, even though I had no idea. I felt the cum on my stomach and chest beginning to cool. “We should clean ourselves up, and I need a shower after that plane ride.”

“I’d lick you clean if I could,” Wade said.

I could practically hear him smiling. “You’re a rotten, teasing bastard, you know that?”

Wade groaned, deeply through the phone, the sound of which somehow managed to cause my nipples to harden.

“Nice to know you crave me as much as I do you.”

I blew out a puff of air. “Puh-lease! I don’t crave you. I’m just slutty, remember?”

“Do I ever.”

I felt a grin spreading over my face as I bit into my lower lip. “I’m hanging up now, but promise me you’ll get out of bed and do… something.”

“I suppose I could go downstairs and masturbate on the couch.”

I shook my head. “That’ll leave a stain, babe.”

Wade laughed, which caused me to do the same. “You know that wasn’t what I meant. Miss you,” he finally said with a soft sigh.

I felt my chest tighten as my eyes began to sting. “Love you,” I tossed out, quickly hitting the end call button like some ignorant-ass tweeny-bopper. I didn’t want to hear him say it back, making my chest ache more, but I knew damn well he was lying in his bed right then, smiling from ear to ear because I actually used the ‘L’ word. My face was burning hot, though I had no clue who the hell I was supposed to be embarrassed in front of.

Common sense was telling me I couldn’t possibly love him. I’d barely scratched the surface, knowing next to nothing about the man. At the same time, I couldn’t deny the fact that something had definitely happened between us over the past week. I immediately regretted saying I loved him, while simultaneously justifying the fact that I’d done so, since it was what I was feeling.

I exhaled slowly, wishing the achy pressure would let up. I reached up to massage my chest and cringed. I pulled my hand away, shaking my head at the smeared semen.

“Classy, Boone—real classy.”

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