Happy Wednesday, y’all! Time for another episode of Wedne...

Happy Wednesday, y’all! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! Just want to let you guys know I'm close to the half way mark on this and will probably pull it in the next few weeks, finish it out, and send it off.

This week's prompt is: “Tough road to hoe...”
or the alternate prompts are: use: wood, fireplace, smoke
or “What do/did you think about this?”
or use: rope, a desk, window
or include a gravel road in your story.


I’m using: rope, a desk, window


Shadows in the Night Ch 15
Chip raised his hand to his lips. “Jesus.”
“Tonight, Chip.” Jason turned and walked out the door.
* * * *
Chip watched the front door close, his mind racing in different directions. Dropping his head in his hands, he whimpered softly. Overwhelmed didn’t begin to cover what he felt. How the hell had he lost control of his life like this?
“Oh my God, what am I going to do?”
Never mind that his granny had basically arranged his whole life—and frankly he was more than a little pissed about that—but now he had this man-cougar… creature… shifter—Jesus God, what the hell did you call someone that wasn’t human—telling him he was going to get fucked tonight. But not only that, this was some sort of ritual that would bind them together as mates. Period and end of discussion. Talk about feeling like the sacrificial lamb.
His thoughts turned inward—he remembered how he responded to Jason the one time they had been together. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and that was overwhelming, too. He had craved Jason on such a deep level. A shiver ran over his body and he looked up. He had to get out of there for a little while—the damn living area was closing in on him. The need to get outdoors had his feet moving. He wanted the wide open spaces of nature to think.
“Yeah, right… think.”
What was there to think about? His choices? There weren’t a lot of choices in the matter, Jason had made that clear. Besides, he was dead broke, and if he ran…
“The son of a bitch would almost certainly find me no matter where I went. I’d probably walk in one evening and find him sitting on my couch.” Chip grabbed his keys and phone off the desk on the way out. He’d take a drive, maybe that would help clear his head. “And God, I don’t want to think about what kind of mood he’d be in either. Besides, I told him I wouldn’t run.”
Chip backed out of the drive and headed out, no destination in mind. With the truck window rolled down and a warm breeze blowing his hair, he finally relaxed. Ten minutes into the drive, his cell rang. As sorely tempted as he was not to look to see who was calling, he did.
“Now what the hell could my realtor want?” Chip frowned as he unlocked the cell. “Hello?”
“Ah, Mr. Sawyer, good to hear your voice. I was wondering if I could drop by your place shortly—”
Chip rolled his eyes. That still hadn’t changed apparently. “Well, as it happens, I’m not at home—”
“Where are you?”
Somewhat taken aback by the forceful tone, Chip answered automatically. “Just driving around. I’m near the old Storm Creek Trucking headquarters right now—the one they closed.”
“Okay, that’ll work.”
“Excuse me?”
“Um, sorry. What I meant was if you’re not busy could you stop by Junior’s Café?”
“For what?”
“I was looking over your property lines, and I found something very interesting. How about you meet me in fifteen minutes. Are you close enough to town to do that?”
“I guess, but—”
“Great, I’ll see you then.”
The phone went dead, and Chip tossed it on the seat next to him. “Great, just great. Like I don’t have enough to deal with, and now this jackass wants to meet. I swear, I don’t know what it is about that dude, but he creeps me out—has from the first time I met him.”
Chip drove toward the city limits, taking his time. This area was on the older side of town and pretty desolate. The sudden growth spurt had missed this part and the woods were slowly retaking the land. There was little traffic, no pedestrians, and hardly any business, which was why Chip was over here. The isolation appealed to him.
So when a huge black SUV with blacked-out windows came barreling up behind him, Chip noticed. He really noticed when the SUV rear-ended him, sending his truck spinning into a deep overgrown ditch.
“Fuck!” Chip fought the wheel as he came to rest at an awkward angle in the ditch. Furious, he slammed out of his truck and stalked up the bank to where the SUV was parked. “Probably a damn kid in his dad’s truck. I won’t lose my temper, I won’t lose my temper... ”
The driver didn’t bother to get out and for the first time a chill ran over Chip. “What the hell? Hey! Come on out of here, man. Shit, you ran my ass off the road and into a ditch. The least you could do is open the damn door and—”
The door flew open. Shocked, Chip stood there speechless.
“I can’t tell you have perfectly this worked out, Mr. Sawyer.”
“You? Whatthe fuck is going—” Chip’s head snapped back from the force of the fist to his jaw.
* * * *
“Yes, worked out just perfectly,” the other said as Chip’s unconscious body crumpled to the ground. Quickly, he loaded Chip into the back of his SUV. He gagged Chip, and bound his hands behind him with rope. He moved Chip’s shirt collar to the side, checking for any signs of a mating mark. “Ah, Jason, you haven’t finished the ritual, have you? That was a mistake.”
He ran his hand through Chip’s hair, his body stirring. “This time there won’t be anyone to save you, Chip, like at the pond. By the time Jason figures out you’re gone, I’ll have you hidden safely away.”
~To be continued.
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