Page 22 of Creepy (The Zombiepidemic #1)

I searched and searched but found nothing to wear unless I wanted to dress like a porn star.

Regret found me when I flashed my light and found a half-naked Wade wiggling into skin-tight leather pants.

It was quite as I discovered he went commando.

As I watched all I might have missed by avoiding his kiss, he tugged on an equally tight black shirt and donned a leather jacket.

Geezus. It was like he was gift wrapped, and I wanted to tear him open.

“There’s some nice stuff here, really useful.” He draped one big chain around his leg and another around his arm. “Does this do the trick?”

“You need some spiked collar, like a dog collar and more chains.” Seriously, you couldn’t go overboard.

We searched the bondage aisle and found a collar with huge spines.

I dressed him up with a studded belt and hanged handcuffs off his belt buckle.

“And how about these?” I went for some Harley-branded knee pads.

“Strap these on. The Protectors look like they raided the police station for riot gear.”

“How about these shit-kickers?” The boots Wade slipped on had spikes on the back.

“I haven’t found a thing.”

“Try these.” Wade handed me leather pants, a spiked bra, and big knee-high platform boots.

“Boots?” There was no way.

“Just try them. Look at them, they’re as chunky as your orthopedic one. I bet you can walk in them. And I bet you’ll look hot as hell.” Wade made me blush and convinced me to give them a go.

“Seriously, just a bra?”

“I swear, the woman with Dillon this morning was only wearing a bra just like this.” Wade smiled too big.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Put your flashlight away.” I undressed and redressed in the dark, but somehow still felt Wade was watching me.

I struggled with the leather pants so much I felt accomplished once they were zipped.

Even in the dark, I turned to put on the bra.

“You can look now,” I said, turning around once I finished.

Instantly, Wade flickered his light up and down my body. “You look badass.”

Stumbling, I could walk in the boots. It was like having orthopedic boots for two broken ankles, though.

As for the rest, I looked as ridiculous as the Stayers but that was the point.

I made sure to transfer the painkillers Mabel gave me into my leather pants.

Medicine was like gold, and I didn’t want to lose it.

Besides, I envisioned taking one once we rescued Troy and were well on our way home.

“Here, you can have these, in case you fall.” Wade strapped the matching elbow pads on to me.

“Funny.”

Wade rose. “You think it’s funny? You’ve dressed me up quite hilariously. You’re just sexy.”

“You look sort of sexy yourself in that collar. Especially those leather pants.”

“Really?” Wade’s grin grew. He stepped into me, our thighs touching. I could feel through his leather pants how happy that made him.

Surprising myself, I kissed him full-on.

His hands went to my hair and then dipped down to grip my rear.

I slinked my hands down his front to feel his hard cock trapped in the leather.

Oh, it felt marvelous. His kiss changed at that moment into something much more serious, and soon he had me clear across the room and against the wall.

Wade lifted me, wrapping my legs around him. My arms went over his thick shoulders. Our kiss intensified as he ground his dick against Miss Mary. Dressed in leather herself, she relished the sensation a bit too much.

I scolded her, Miss Mary, you’re a slut. I broke our kiss before things got out of hand. “We’ve got to go.”

Wade practically whimpered, but said, “I’ll take a rain check.” He kissed my neck.

“Okay,” I laughed as he kept grinding against me.

Wade spoke into the crook of my neck, “No, Sissy. I’m serious. I want you. You’ve got to promise me that after we rescue your friend, you’ll invite me over.”

“Promise you? I don’t know.” It was one thing to go with the flow, but with everything happening, I didn’t feel quite comfortable verbalizing my intentions with him. With anyone.

“Promise me, Sissy. Or I’ll have to finish you right here on this dirty floor.”

I laughed again as he laid kisses on my shoulder. “I promise, okay.”

“Promise, what?”

“I promise you can come over once we’re safely back in Creepy.”

“And what?”

“You can finish this then.”

Wade sat me down, but he didn’t let me go. He planted another kiss on me, one that made me swoon and made me want to keep my promise. When he stepped away, we both straightened ourselves.

“You ready?” He asked once we made it back to the car.

“There’s no way I can drive in these boots, and I’ve never operated one of those,” I spoke of the Harley, complaining.

“We’ll have to leave the car here.” We were technically in Dillon’s territory, but we weren’t close enough to downtown, yet.

It wasn’t ideal, but I popped the trunk so we could trade our street clothes and backpacks for our weapons.

We each threw on a rifle for show and protection. Wade mounted the hog, and I followed. Draping my arms around his middle, I glanced back at Creepy wondering if I’d ever see it again.

“Here, you need to wear this helmet.”

“Oh, right.” I took it and shifted to try to push my hair up into it. I stuffed and stuffed until my hair disappeared.

“You ready?”

I felt my pockets, making sure I had everything. “Crap. I’ve got to leave the keys in the car.” It took some doing, getting off the bike in the boots. I fished for my big ring of keys and started to take off my car keys.

“Damn it, girl, that’s a lot of keys. You should leave them all here. You might lose them.”

Right. Wade was right, but I still separated the car keys and left them under the seat.

I popped the trunk to stuff the rest into my backpack.

Bending over, I opened my pack to zip them away inside.

But first, I thought enough to get my house keys.

I had several since I’d added a couple of dead bolts and had to count to find the right ones.

There were four and they started at number twelve from the newest key to my stash at the Jules’ Estate.

In my head, I counted once and then again to be sure and put the keys in my pocket with the medicine.

Rising, I glanced over expecting to see an impatient Wade, but he laid on the concrete like he’d been knocked right off the motorcycle.

Before I could run, someone shoved me from behind, shoved me right inside the trunk.

A man took my rifle. Before I could tell who it was, the butt of the gun came down on my head.

I’m not sure which shut first the trunk or my eyes.