Chapter 16
Sixteen
NOAH
Summer kissed me. She kissed me. Twice.
“She kissed me, Edgar Allan Paw.” I scratch the cat’s head again before I set his dinner down in front of him.
When Summer started texting her stalker at my parents’ house, I nearly had a heart attack. Her words are seared into my retinas. Hiding the hard-on those texts gave me in the middle of the living room was next to impossible.
I need to tell Summer I’ve been stalking her.
We’ve crossed a line. She kissed me, and she deserves to know the truth.
All my secrets. Especially if she’s going to join us on our family vacation.
I can’t expect her to agree to anything real with me if she doesn’t know everything, and that’s all I want now.
I’m done pretending, done faking anything with her. When I introduce Summer as my girlfriend, I want it to be the truth. Hopefully, she feels the same way.
After all the animals are taken care of for the night, I head to the bathroom for a cold shower. I need one to drive the lascivious thoughts of Summer from my head.
Who am I kidding? That’ll never happen.
After I turn on the faucet, I grab my phone and navigate to the camera feed from Summer’s bedroom. I like to check on her every night to make sure she’s tucked in. Gives me peace of mind to know she’s safe.
But this time, Summer’s light isn’t off. She’s not buried beneath the covers or breathing softly.
Her light is on, she’s on top of the blanket, and her clothes are on the floor at the foot of her bed. All that remains is a pair of panties and a bra that must be too small because her tits nearly spill out.
My mouth goes dry. She’s on full display, hand between her legs, back arched, lips parted in a moan. “Noah.”
I hiss through my teeth at the sound of her moaning my name. “Jesus, Summer.”
I crank the faucet off.
She knew I’d be watching. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Luring me over there. Summoning me like a siren call.
A call I’ll happily answer.
With every step deeper into Summer’s apartment, my heart thunders harder.
The last time I was in her apartment, I hid in the closet, heart on the verge of exploding while I waited with bated breath for her to hear me hyperventilating behind my mask and shoot me with that gun in her dresser.
I cringe with each creak of the floor beneath my feet.
In the living room, I nearly stumble into Prick’s cage.
She must’ve moved it out of her bedroom so we don’t scar him with our adult activities.
Imagine paying for therapy for a hedgehog.
Summer thinks of everything. She’s always one step ahead of me.
Which makes sneaking into her apartment in the middle of the night in a mask and dark clothes particularly dangerous.
But this is what she wants. This is her fantasy, and I vowed to do everything I could to make her happy. To make her every fantasy come true. I won’t rest until I’ve done just that.
Summer’s bedroom is silent. She’s not moaning, not crying out my name. Shit. What if she’s already asleep? I took too long to get here. I missed my chance.
In the narrow hallway, I stop just before her open doorway. Not sure how other stalkers do this without getting hospitalized for a heart attack. If Summer thinks being stalked is scary, she should try being a stalker. I’ve never experienced more fear in my life.
On second thought, imagining Summer sneaking around my house, slipping into my bed in the middle of the night, and waking me up with her mouth makes my cock grow rigid. Maybe I wouldn’t mind Summer stalking me.
As silently as humanly possible, I lean forward to peer through her open doorway into her now-dark bedroom, chest squeezing, oxygen freezing in my lungs.
Her bed is empty.
Summer isn’t in her room. Not sleeping, not waiting for me. Where the hell is she?
A clatter comes from behind me and I jump, whirling around. But no one’s there. Did Summer know I’d show up? Is she turning the tables on me already? Oh fuck, maybe I was wrong. She’s about to scare the shit out of me.
But then her voice floats out from another room, quickly followed by running water.
My fist flies to my chest as if it can calm my racing heart. She’s in her bathroom, probably brushing her teeth before bed.
I want you to hide under my bed and listen to me use my vibrator while I moan your name. Then I want you to climb out right before I come and make me finish while you’re inside me.
As long as she uses her vibrator, I can make that particular fantasy come true. Tonight.
Now, my heart drums for an entirely different reason.
I slip into her room, squeezing under the bed, hissing through my teeth when my erection is flattened between my body and the floor. This is snug, but it’ll do. Hopefully, Summer won’t make me wait for long.
Her voice floats closer, then retreats again. She paces as she talks on the phone, and I can’t make out what she’s saying until her steps reach the hallway. “Yeah, he’s cute. Really cute.”
Summer’s steps pad into the room as she flicks her light on. My palms grow slick, the thin carpet tickling my skin. Thank god, she doesn’t notice me under her bed as she plops onto the mattress, phone to her ear.
Definitely not the time to reveal myself.
Who’s cute? Please be talking about me.
We practically made out in my parents’ kitchen. She must think I’m cute to do that. To press her body flush against mine, to slide her tongue in my mouth, to tug my hair like my head was between her legs.
Fuck. The situation in my pants is only getting worse.
On the mattress, Summer groans. “I don’t know, Mom. It’s still really early. You don’t need to meet him yet.”
Though it’s probably wise that I don’t meet Summer’s mom yet, since we literally just kissed for the first time, my spine goes rigid with indignation.
Why shouldn’t I meet her mom? I’m great at meeting parents, especially moms. She’d love me.
Besides, Summer has already met my parents.
It’s only fair I meet her mom, charm the pants off her, and get her referring to me as her son-in-law by the end of the evening.
Maybe if her mom loves me, Summer will too.
“Fine.” Summer heaves a sigh and puts the phone on speaker. “I’ll send you a photo.”
“Send me a few! Send me one of the two of you together. I want to see what a cute couple you make!” In the background, a cacophony of noise rattles over the speaker.
“What the hell is going on over there?” Summer asks.
“Oh, Adam’s just playing the drums. He’s practicing for a gig on Saturday.”
“He plays the drums too? What can’t he do?”
Summer’s mother giggles. “I’m happy to report, there’s nothing this man can’t do.”
“Ew, Mom, gross.”
On the other end of the call, Summer’s mother squeals. “Summer! He’s so handsome! Imagine the babies you too would make!”
A wide grin spreads across my face even as Summer sighs above me. Summer and I would make the cutest babies.
“Mom. We’re not even officially dating yet. Hold off on the wedding bells and bassinets.”
My next goal? Get Summer on board with wedding bells and bassinets.
“I’m thinking a white and pink theme for the wedding. Wouldn’t that be so pretty?”
“I need to go to bed now,” Summer says. “I have to be up early. Love you.”
Once she hangs up with her mom, she plunges the room back into darkness and returns to bed.
Shit. She’s probably going to sleep now. I’ve missed my chance, and I’ve been under the bed too long. If I crawl out now, I’ll definitely scare the shit out of her and not in a sexy way.
Why doesn’t anything ever go according to plan?
Above me, Summer shifts on her mattress, and I’m not sure what she’s doing until another feminine voice breaks the silence. Soon followed by an ocean-deep voice that says something like good girl.
What the fuck? My mind races through the possibilities until the answer dawns on me.
Summer’s listening to an audiobook. And by the drone that follows, she’s very much enjoying it.
The infamous vibrator.
She wants me to crawl out from under the bed once she’s on the verge of finishing. But how will I know when that is if I can’t see her, feel her? What if I emerge too early, or worse, too late?
The only time I’ve watched her masturbate on camera is tonight, so I have no data about exactly how long she typically uses that vibrator before she’s done with it.
I can’t miss my chance—
A pair of pink panties hits the floor. My mouth waters.
Her fucking panties. The pair she was wearing earlier to taunt me on the camera.
Does she already know I’m under here? Did she spot me as soon as she flicked the light on? But how could she? Surely, she would’ve reacted in some way to spotting a man hiding under her bed—a gasp, a curse, a scream—even if she told him that was her fantasy.
No, she doesn’t know I’m here. But she will.
I snatch the panties from the floor and manage to roll onto my back. Gradually, I pull down the fly on my jeans, careful not to make a sound, though the volume on her audiobook and vibrator should drown me out.
Desperately, I wrap her panties around my stiff cock. I’m going to leave behind two gifts for her tonight—one in her panties, and one on her stomach. Maybe on her ass? Her tits? Her back? Wherever she allows me.
Summer lets out a low moan from deep in her throat, and I bite my lip hard to keep from doing the same as I drag the silky soft fabric of her panties down my shaft.
I’m not going to last long with her making sounds like that.
Not to mention the sensual scene the voice actors are narrating makes me want to start listening to her favorite audiobooks.
A familiar tickle pricks at my nose. Oh no. Not now.
Through my mask, I attempt to rub at my nose, pinch the bridge, but nothing’s working. Sticking my face in the dusty carpet under her bed was too risky, even with the mask.
My hand flattens over my nose and mouth, but it’s not enough to stop the sneeze.
Every muscle in my body freezes. The audiobook is still playing, the vibrator droning, but Summer shifts above me.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit—
She’s going to catch me down here before I can emerge. This isn’t how her fantasy is supposed to play out.
After a few heart-pounding seconds pass, Summer lets out another soft moan, and my entire body relaxes. She didn’t hear anything.
Wow, it’s actually a little scary how easily I’m getting away with this. Summer really should pay better attention to her surroundings. What if some creep was hiding under her bed?
I guess hiding under her bed makes me that creep, especially considering I’ve got her panties wrapped around my cock. But I’m not a dangerous creep. Definitely an important distinction, I’m sure of it.
“Oh god,” Summer gasps. “Noah.”
My teeth grind together as my cock jerks. Not getting to watch her right now is killing me. I want to witness the way she writhes and arches while she imagines what I would do to her.
Before I can brace myself, my balls tighten and cum spurts into Summer’s panties as I wrap the fabric around the tip just in time.
Heart pounding in my chest, I fill her panties up. But I’m nowhere near satisfied. I need a taste of Summer.
Now.
“What the hell?” Abruptly, the vibrator and audiobook cut off.
My spine stiffens. Did I make a sound? Groan? Moan her name? I thought I managed to keep quiet, but maybe not. Maybe I can’t keep quiet around her.
Catching her stalker under her bed with her cum-filled panties is definitely not her fantasy.
I’m an idiot. I’m under here like some sex-crazed college kid when I’m supposed to be like the hero in her audiobook who makes a woman climax just by saying her name.
My dying wish is to get Summer to come like that for me at least once.
“Shit.” Summer’s feet hit the carpet as she grumbles. “Where are they?”
She kicks around in the dark searching for her panties, and my stomach flips.
Don’t look under the bed, don’t look under the bed—
A tiny hedgehog races past the doorway and back down the hall, blessedly distracting Summer from her search. “Prick?”