Entangled Interaction

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Author: Cheyenne Meadows
Tags: paranormal crime comedy erotic romance
ass all day long, what's wrong with actually seeing it now?"
    My face burned. Ignoring the baboon, I pulled off my shoes and jacket, flopped onto the blanket and pulled the spare up to my chin.
    He chuckled as he followed suit, lying against my back, so he spooned up against me.
    "I should be asking why you were trying to get a peek under the monk's robes."
    Rolling my eyes, I grudgingly answered. "I just wanted to see if he wore underwear or not. And, if so, boxers or briefs."
    I felt him shaking his head and sighing. "Only you." Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me snug.
    I should have protested, complained, or just grumbled. I was too tired and his body heat felt way too good to utter a single complaint. Fatigue and exhaustion pushed me further into contentment.
    "I can't feel my butt." I pouted, tilting my chin so my nose could sneak under the cover as well.
    "Don't worry. I can." He gave the area a squeeze. "Feels great to me."
    "Hey!" I protested, half turning to look up into his face. "No touchy-feely the frozen gopher. I already have a rope-burned hee-hoo because of you."
    The Neanderthal actually laughed. "You don't have a hee-hoo."
    "Huh?"
    "Unless you grew a cock in the past hour, I think you still have a hoo-hah." He leaned in whispering against my earlobe, "I can kiss it and make it all better."
    "No… no thanks," I sputtered. My face warmed as I flopped solidly back over to my side. "Lately, no one plays with Shy parts except me."
    He chuckled.
    It took a moment for my words to sink in. A gasp escaped then I shut my mouth, deciding silence really was the best policy.
     
    * * * *
     
    Just minutes after dawn, the head monk ushered us through the front door and back on the trail. Cannibal exchanged a few words with him, then slipped some money into his hand.
    I watched him trek over to me before asking, "What did he say?"
    The monks had been notoriously silent the majority of our stay. I decided for any of them to say more than one sentence must mean a topic of great importance.
    "He's glad to see you leave," Cannibal answered, reaching over to adjust the strap on my backpack.
    Blinking, I took offense. "What? Why?"
    He gave one final tug, then took the lead. I hurried to keep up, the rope once again tying us together.
    "They believe Buddha sent you as a temptation."
    "Temptation?"
    He nodded, not breaking stride. "A test of their vow of celibacy." His voice never wavered, as if he were simply speaking about the weather.
    I snorted. A handful of monks living together without the presence of women for years, would see any woman as a test of that particular vow.
    "He also wished me luck."
    My head tilted in question as I grabbed onto the back of his pants for balance. Dang slippery rocks . "In finding the Yeti?"
    "No. In my vow not to strangle you."
    "Oh."
    What seemed like hours later, we finally paused in a small clearing. My legs trembled like jelly and my rear burned like no other aerobic workout I could recall. My pounding heartbeat and rapid breathing took several minutes to return to close to normal. My arms fared no better as they trembled from overuse every time I raised them parallel to the ground.
    "How do we find this Yeti without participating in another Ironman event?"
    Cannibal scoured the area, ranging across the steep land, crisscrossing from side to side.
    Tracking? This was his great idea? My shoulders slumped in defeat at what that meant. More walking and climbing and the ever present possibility of falling off a dang cliff.
    "Why don't you just call him?"
    His eyebrows shot up.
    Not bothering to wait to hear his next suggestion, I forced my feet to move once again, treading slowly and carefully over snow-covered ground. "Here, abom… abom… Here, Yeti." I turned and hollered the other direction. "Here, Yeti." Giving a whistle, I tried once more. "Here, Yet… ACK!"
    I stumbled back, nearly falling on my hiney when a very large white furry thing appeared directly in front of me.
    Gaining
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