Marry Grinchmas (Moosehead Minnesota Series Book 1)
ChaShiree M. , MK Moore, Melinda Grier
Dedicated to those looking and discovering love during the most wonderful time of the year.
MY MOTHER IS A PIECE of work. At thirty-one, I should be able to decide if I want to go to the town’s Christmas festival. However, she doesn’t give up until she gets what she wants. My three younger brothers are not excluded, but as the oldest, they look to me to settle down and have children so our mother will get off their backs. They can believe it will release them to have some fun.
On one hand, I understand. On the other, I don’t get a break to have fun. Why should those little dbags get to have any? It’s not like I don’t want to settle down. The reason I have not is that I have not met the one, the one my father said I would give up everything for and gain everything anew.
Next in line after me is my brother Jace. He is twenty-nine and lives next door. Each one of us has a cabin that we built with our father. The two younger boys are scattered throughout my parents land, but Jace and I are set up about 500 feet apart.
Heading to my truck, I see Jace is already sitting inside with the heat blasting. I hop into the driver’s seat and head down the driveway going towards what I classify as hell.
Holidays are not my favorite time. They cause me to be moody and broody, and I don’t give a fuck who knows it. I am not a dick to anyone who starts a conversation with me, but I don’t intentionally seek out people to talk with. This has earned me the nickname of Grinch.
The snow has been steadily falling since yesterday, but that doesn’t mean much in Minnesota. Moosehead is situated near the Canadian border which means it snows all the time.
The silence between Jace and me as we pull out onto the highway is comfortable. We just pass the halfway mark when I notice a car in front of us. The driver doesn’t seem to know what they are doing. The plow hasn’t been through and the tiny hatchback is not designed for this type of weather.
I have never felt much of anything for the other drivers until I saw that car slide on black ice and go into that ditch. All of a sudden, a form of intuition was telling me I needed to reach that car. Pulling to a stop I jump out. I notice the license is a summer forever Florida plate with a vanity tag showing Ava1ynn. I reach the driver side door and rip it opens.
“What the hell man?” The most beautiful woman I have ever seen says.
I reach in and unbuckle her seat belt. I lift her out of the car to rush back over to my truck. While I am walking to the truck I ask her, “Are you ok? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“No. I’m fine, only shaken up. Thank you.”
Setting her carefully in the driver seat. I turn around and head back to her car. Looking in the back seat of her car I find a large suitcase and in the front passenger seat her purse. Retrieving both items I take them to my truck and put them in the cab.
When I am back at the truck I see Jace is already on the phone with the sheriff. From past experience with accidents where there are no injuries, the sheriff department will get the car when they can. After he hangs up, Jace gets out of the truck and gets in the back seat.
“Scoot over and buckle up.” I say.
She slides her long legs and smoothly lifts her butt over the center console causing me to clear my throat. It shouldn’t be erotic but it definitely is. She is not dressed for the weather here. She is wearing tiny cut off shorts, flip flops, and a Florida State sweatshirt. My mind immediately goes to an image of her riding my cock.
“Where are you going dressed like that? It is December in Minnesota.”
“I was going to my Nana’s house. She lives in Moosehead. It was a spur of the moment trip because I needed to get out of Florida.”
“Do you want to come with us? We are going to the Christmas Tree Lighting and then I can drop you at your grandmothers.”
“That would be lovely. Thank you for rescuing me.”
“You’re welcome. My name is Ham and this is my brother Jace.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I am Avalynn.”
“You should change. It’s cold as fuck out, and those legs should be covered.”
She blushes and unbuckles her seatbelt. Leaning over the seat, she reaches into her suitcase and pulls out a pair of jeans, fuzzy socks, and brown boots. She kicks off her flip flops and reaches for the snap of her shorts. As I realize what she is about to do I start to clench the steering wheel. My head goes up to look at Jace in the rearview mirror and he is staring at me.
“Don’t fucking look at her asshole,” I tell him. He averts his gaze with a wide-eyed look showing he is surprised I staked a claim on her so quickly after meeting her.
She looks at me while I side-eye her. I have to stop the truck as she shimmies those tiny fucking shorts down her legs. She stares right at me daring me to do or say something.
As I rake my gaze over her body to her pussy, I almost die. My girl isn’t wearing panties and I am now white knuckling the steering wheel. She pulls her jeans on covering her neatly shaved pussy. I notice she isn’t completely bare, which I find I like and know that I would do anything to make her mine. She starts to put her socks and boots on giving me a chance to ease back into driving. Jace is trying to look around at everything or anything but her.
“Jace, you can look now. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”