Marry Grinchmas (Moosehead Minnesota Series Book 1)(8)
Starting tomorrow she will not know what hit her, because I need her in my life. The fucking Grinch is gone and in his place is a man on a mission ready to make the woman of his dreams, love him. Then I will make her my wife, lover, and the mother of my children; making me truly happy.
AFTER TALKING TO MY NANA, I head to the bedroom I used when I would come for the summer. Sitting on the bed, I go over everything that was done or said in the past few months. My grandmother is right about one thing, I am not like other girls. I have always had a desire for hearth and home, which I credit to my dad.
My father is one of the most decent, loving, and hard working men I know. As I was growing up he was firm but there for every concert, sports event, and to kiss my boo boos when we were hurt. He was the opposite of my mother who was busy worrying about her aging looks or making my sis and me into beauty queens. She is not the maternal type. Her complaining and never being satisfied set aside, it is evident she loves my dad.
That is what I want. I want someone to look at me and think if I am not in his life, he will not be complete; I will always look the same to him on the last day of my life as I did the first day he saw me. My man should be strong, virile and hardworking, love his family, and believe in loyalty. I need someone like…Ham.
Ham. A man, who saw me in trouble and took action, and he never let go. As I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, I’m wishing and hoping for a sign telling me what to do. Even though I came here with a plan, talking to my grandma has me thinking back on my real dreams. I wonder if I am denying my heart’s desire because I am scared.
He has me coming unglued with a single look. When he is near I find myself inhaling more than usual to get a whiff of his masculine scent. He smells like musk, pine, sweat, and fresh air. It is an intoxicating effect. Thinking about it now has me quivering and creates a dampness spreading in my panties. My nipples are hardening while my breathing becomes shallow. I want to move my hands inside my pjs and give myself an orgasm, but two things are stopping me. One is that I am in my grandma’s house, and two, I want that feeling to come from Ham not my own hand.
In my head I know what happened with Jasper was not my fault, but I feel like I might have seen the signs and ignored them. Was I desperate enough I was willing to overlook a moral indecency, or too gullible and inexperienced to know the difference?
I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but what I do know is I will no longer be that stupid girl. I won’t be lied to or made a fool of, and I will do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen, but does that include walking away from the very future I covet?
SLOWLY ROLLING OUT OF BED, I glance at the clock that which shows it is five a.m. I’m not exactly sure what woke me this early until I hear a noise coming from the front of the house. Someone is pounding on my front door. I pull on a pair of sweats and go into the living room, turning on lights as I go. When I reach the front door, I unlock it and throw it open.
“Avalynn? What are you doing here?” As I look over her shoulder I see she has her grandmother’s monster SUV, and it is parked next to my truck. At least it’s a lot safer than her tiny hatchback.
“I couldn’t sleep and needed to talk to you” she says while pushes past me into the warmth of my cabin. Removing her boots, gloves, and coat I can see she only has on plaid pajama pants and a tiny black tank top. She doesn’t even have socks on.
“Ok. Do you want to some coffee? You do know you need to start dressing for the weather we have here?” I say as I am shaking my head and making my way to the kitchen.
“Yes, please. And yes it’s colder than a witch’s tit out there” she says, with her Florida accent. It is so different from mine, it makes me laugh.
“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that expression before, but you are right. When there is no sun out its cold as fuck. Considering it’s only five in the morning it should be much colder outside” I say as I fumble with my tongue tied. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Me, why I ran to my Nana’s, and was hesitant about us.” she says coyly.
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“Was?” I ask. Hope starts to spark as if a flint was struck.
“Yes, was. I talked with Nana and made a few life decisions that I have been dreading, but was a long time coming.”
“Ok baby. Tell me what you are running from.” I coax.
“His name is Jasper. He is an asshole who must have seen me coming.” I clench my fists already knowing I am not going to like where this is going. “He proposed to me after only three months and I accepted. It was a mistake. In hindsight, he probably only proposed to get me to sleep with him. I wouldn’t sleep with him which he felt gave him the right to sleep with absolutely everybody else in Tampa. It’s probably an over exaggeration, but all those damn girls came forward and told me about his tattoos. I had never seen any of them but they gave exact details of each one. I broke it off with him, got in my car, and drove until I ended up here. I couldn’t stay there with all of the, I told you so.”
I reach over and wrap her in my arms. As she melts in my arms, I have a hard time stopping myself from taking her to my bed. She leans her head back tilting her head to touch her lips to mine, casing me to lose my mind. I pull her onto my lap as she starts to moan from me wrapping her hair around my hands. Her hands slowly move over my chest where she delicately traces my tattoos using tentative touches, making me even harder. She’s shifting and rubbing her pajama pants clad pussy over my sweat clad cock as she mewls. Taking control, I abruptly stand and she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.