Page 39 of The Haunting of the Mountain

The rest of Stone’s words are impossible to understand, but I can picture him. The floor shakes as he rolls out of the bed onto the ground. And then again when I think he trips over something and lets out a few more curses. I’m biting my lip as I stare at the door, waiting for it to swing open and I can—ho-ly hell.

The door swings open, slamming against the wall but that’s not the only thing swinging. Stone is naked. Not a shred of clothing on that man as he rushes out of the bedroom, staring over his shoulder as his arms keep pumping. I can’t keep my eyes off that… his penis. There’s no sugarcoating it, I’m staring at his massive, swinging cock and balls and?—

“Look out!” I screech.

Stone knocks into the couch and somersaults over it, slamming his legs into the coffee table and splintering it down the middle.

Okay, now I feel bad. No, scratch that. I feelawful.It was supposed to be a silly prank. A little something to make us even. I didn’t want to hurt Stone. Scare, sure. Terrify, possibly. But hurt? Hellllll no.

I rush to my feet, heading over to help him, but my foot snags the charging cord for my laptop, and it sends me and my laptop flying. I can’t save either of us. The laptop crashes to the ground, and I’m hopping, skipping, and sliding across the floor as I try fruitlessly to maintain my balance.

It feels like I’m moving in slow motion as I lock eyes with Stone. And then with his cock, which is surprisingly stiff, and then back to his eyes as I reach for the armchair, misjudge the distance, and then fall onto the floor, knocking the wind out of me.

“Urghleh hrpl mah.”

I don’t even know what I was trying to say, but it’s the best I can do as air refuses to fill my lungs. Karma, karma, karma. Teach me to pull a prank ever again, even though I wasn’t the one who started it.

Stone laughs and I glance over at him. He’s buck naked, wedged between the broken coffee table and the couch, arms outstretched. If I didn’t know any better it seems like he’s having a great time relaxing.

“Are you okay?” Stone asks when he finally calms himself.

“Herhm fahhn,” I choke out, coughing. I roll over and then begin to crawl towards him which sends him into another laughing fit.

“Please, Kyla. Just stop moving. I’ll get you.”

“I… can… do it.”

And I am doing it. Whatever it is. I’m crawling like a sloth, inch by inch over to Stone to make sure he’s okay. At least, that was the plan until I found myself here.

Stone stands up, and I look up.

Did his cock get bigger? It must be the angle, but I’m pretty sure I could use it to pull myself up off the ground. I might try if he gets close enough. Instead, he kneels next to me and then strokes my head.

“Did you do that?” he asks, jerking his head back to the bedroom. “The corn doll.”

I can finally breathe again, but I’m running into a different problem. Stone’s naked body is mixing up my thoughts. It takes me a few moments, but I fess up. Yes, I pretended to burn the doll last night. Yes, I grabbed it out of the wood stove when he wasn’t looking, and yes, I tucked it in next to him after I woke up.

Stone snorts. “Is this our thing now? Hiding corn dolls in weird places.”

“No. It’s not our thing. It’s not a thing.” I pause. “Maybe it is.” We hold each other’s gaze for a few moments before we both say, “No.”

“Guess we’re even now,” Stone says. “Scared the shit out of me.”

I laugh. “Good. Now you know how I felt.”

He reaches for me and strokes my cheek. My entire body erupts in tingles. God, I love how my body reacts to him.

“I made you breakfast.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. It’s not even burnt”

He chuckles softly.

“Hey, that’s quite the accomplishment for me.”

He tunnels his fingers into my hair. “Well, it’s going to have to wait.”

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