Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
NOAH
Summer said when we returned home from our trip, she wanted to relive our night in the woods. With some toys thrown into the mix this time.
I can do that.
Not positive about exactly which toys she meant, but I think I’ve found a promising selection.
A wand vibrator and a bullet vibrator—whatever she prefers.
Maybe both? Anal beads, if she’s feeling adventurous, and of course, the classic dildo.
Not to mention some extra goodies: silk rope, a sleep mask, bondage cuffs, and a mouth gag.
The fake knife may have been a little overboard, but maybe she’ll be into it as much as I was the night we met, and it’ll be much safer than the knife she pointed at me.
Figuring out where to hide everything while keeping it sanitary turns out to be the most challenging part of the puzzle, but for Summer, I’d stay out here until dawn to make sure she got the night of her dreams.
I’m wearing my mask just in case she gets home before expected and finds me out here.
The full-head mask covers my hair and should remain secure while chasing her this time, unlike the simple, plastic mask I wore on our trip.
My black hoodie and black jeans will help me blend into the darkness, and the fake knife held above my head should sufficiently scare and arouse her.
Summer loves me. I know she does. I’ll remind her how much.
Although I do have a few concerns. The lack of woods, for example.
There’s a small cluster of trees, but nothing that would take more than a few seconds to traipse through.
Then there are the neighbors. At best, there are a couple of acres between Summer’s house and the neighboring property.
Sure, it’s after dark, but how much would her neighbors be able to see from their homes?
Worse, how much would they be able to hear?
Maybe I should’ve thought this through a little more. But there’s no going back now. I’m in too deep. Not to mention, the mere thought of using one of these toys on Summer when she gets home has me aching for her.
In my pocket, my phone vibrates.
Vee.
She broke off the engagement with Carson the night of her bachelorette party. Killian suggested throwing her a free-from-Carson party. Maybe in a few weeks when she’s feeling better.
According to Vee, Summer is the one who talked her through everything. Who helped her when she needed someone most. She was there for my sister, even when she didn’t have to be. When she wasn’t faking a relationship with me or trying her damnedest to make my family like her.
I’ve never loved her more.
I turn my phone off. I’ll call her back. If Vee asks me why my voice sounds muffled or where I am, I won’t have a good answer for her. Besides, Summer could get home any second. I need to be prepared when her car pulls in the driveway, and I can’t let my ringtone reveal me.
Oh shit. My rental. I parked it in her driveway. What the hell was I thinking? I need to move it before she—
Something hard smacks the back of my head.
Everything goes dark.
I don’t know how much time passes when I come to again. I’m groggy, head sparking with pain. But vaguely aware that I’m being lifted. One pair of hands on my shoulders, another on my legs.
Through my mask, I take in my surroundings. I’m in the trunk of a car.
Fuck. I’m in the trunk of a car.
I’m being . . . kidnapped?
I’m being kidnapped.
Who the hell would want to abduct me? What do they want with me? Fuck, this fake knife won’t provide any protection.
Above me, the trunk slams shut.
Then everything goes black again.