Marry Grinchmas (Moosehead Minnesota Series Book 1)(4)

Satisfied with my immediate plan, I take my clothes off, get in the shower, and start rehashing things in my head. I always wanted to be a teacher. Then I got sidetracked with unimportant things. Maybe I can go back to school and get my degree. But, how would I have time for school, keep up my house, and raise my kids?

Shoot! I shake my head trying to erase those thoughts. It works, sort of, by immediately replacing them with thoughts of him in the shower with me. I wonder what he would look like with his shirt off.

My hands seem to have a mind of their own, and they move from my neck down to my breasts. I slowly play with my nipples. Tweaking and pulling on them as I imagine he would send a sensation between my legs, encouraging my hands to follow the feeling.

I have never masturbated before, but somehow I know what to do. My hand travels down over my stomach and straight to the Promised Land without any provocation, other than touching the button I come to first. All of a sudden I’m screaming in absolute pleasure and insanity. It is the most terrifying and exhilarating experience of my life, thus far.

Holy cow! Is that what I have been missing? Instinctually I know being with Ham would be life changing and it furthers my resolve to have him take me to Nanas before I get hurt. Oh well not everyone gets a “Happily Ever After.”

I dry off, put my clothes on, brush my hair until it is partially dry, and steel myself to walk out of the bathroom door. Giving myself one last pep talk, I open the door and run into 6 foot of man.

OMG! How long has he been standing here? Did he hear me? … Crap. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. How mortifying.

“Are you going to look at me Avalynn? You masturbate in my shower thinking about me, and you can’t even look at me? Wait! You were thinking about me, right? Who were you thinking about,” he all but yells in my face.

“It’s none of your business Ham. Now if you would please get out of my way, I’ll repack my bag to leave so you can take me to my grandmas.”

“What the hell are you talking about woman? You are not going anywhere except downstairs to eat and then back up here so I can sit you on my cock.”

Holy shit!!! I’m not sure why I bothered putting panties on because I now need to change them. The man is an animal and apparently I love it.

“What?” I whisper the question because the shock won’t allow my voice to go up any octave.

Cornering me against the door as he gets in my face he says, “You heard me baby. I am going to claim you which, means you will not be going anywhere. Now, get your sexy, smartass, self-downstairs so I can feed you and then fuck you.” He swats me on the ass for good measure. Gheesh.

Squish

I swear it is the sound I hear from inside my pants as I walk away. Lord. Please have mercy on my panties and my heart, because with him I don’t think I will be able to mend myself.





I CANNOT BELIEVE SHE WANTS to leave. A strong “need to show my girl what she would be missing if she left” is pushing forward to get released, even if I know now is not the right time. I don’t want to scare her away, but I also don’t want her to go.

“How about I make you some dinner, baby? I have beer and whiskey but none of that girly shit.”

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks. What are you making for dinner?”

Damn, girl. I want her in my life and on my cock. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

“I was thinking pork chops with mashed potatoes and maybe a salad to round the meal out.”

“Oooh … I’m a vegetarian and can’t be around meat.” she replies softly and hesitantly.

Jesus Christ. What I wouldn’t do for this girl.

“I can do veggies or the salad.” she says innocently. I must have looked like a frightened deer in headlights because all of a sudden she starts laughing. It’s not a normal laugh, but a sexy one that goes through my whole body.

“Oh my God! Your face. Priceless! I most definitely eat meat, Ham.” Is the reply through the laughter?

“I should spank you for that, Avalynn. I won’t until you admit what this is between us.” I gesture by pointing a finger at her and then myself.

“You will be holding onto that spanking for a very long time. I am not into BDSM”

I pull the pork chops and veggies out and set them on the counter. Chuckling, I say “Me either babe, but for you I’d do just about anything.”

“Hmm. Anything? What if I want to have another guy join us?” She asks as she taps a finger on her chin.

Slamming the skillet down on the counter causes her to jump a little in surprise. Moving around the counter, I stop in front of her and slowly move her backwards until she sits on a barstool. I situate myself between her slightly parted legs.

“Babe, you won’t need another dick after I am done with you and that is a motherfucking promise. Don’t test me with that shit, Avalynn. You won’t like the results.” I walk away from her as her mouth opens slightly to say something until she thinks better of it. Going back to the stove I start the chops.

“Can I help with anything?” Avalynn asks.

“You want to start the salad?” At her nod, I continue. “The bowls are up there” I say while pointing to the cabinet closest to the fridge.

“So, what do you do?” She asks me.

“I work construction with my dad and a few of my brothers.” I reply.