A Moosehead Christmas

My brother’s head out of the store, and we wait for the sheriff. Leif Larson is technically the sheriff for Bleak, but our sheriff recently retired due to his health. He also didn’t have any deputies. Since Bleak and Moosehead are in the same county, the town councils merged the sheriff's office into the Forest County Sheriff's office. A few minutes later, Leif and two frazzled looking deputies come in the open door.

“Ladies. Hamm,” Leif says, shaking my hand. “I am sorry this happened to you, but unfortunately, you aren’t the first business to be vandalized tonight, though yours is by far the worst. Deputies Garner and Davis are going to take your statements and get some pictures. There is probably no admissible evidence since you came inside instead of calling us from outside.”

“I didn’t think about that,” Migan says from behind Ava.

“That’s okay, Migan. It happens. Were you the first on the scene? Is anything major missing from the office?”

“The safe and the cash register are gone. Like how did they move the safe? It weighed like 3800 pounds. It took a crane and like five guys from Minneapolis. Remember, we got it at the antique store for a steal. It was in the first Wells Fargo bank or something. It was old as hell,” Migan says.

“Any money in the safe?” Leif asks.

“No. The only things in the safe were the designs for Princess Moira of Raultshire’s wedding dress and the dress that Trista, the President of Norlyn, had commissioned for her son’s christening. The cash register had maybe fifty dollars in small bills for change. Most of our clients use their cards, but we do get the occasional patron that pays in cash, so we like to keep change on hand.”

“Hmm… Do you think you were targeted for the designs? Even I know those are pretty high-profile clients.”

“Well, now I do,” Migan replies.

“But the other businesses?” I ask.

“Nowhere near this kind of damage. Really just graffiti. Perhaps a distraction,” one of the deputies chimes in.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Lief says, running his hand through his beard. “We’ve done all we can do here. You might want to contact your insurance company.”

“We will,” Penny says. The guys come back with lots of plywood and what looks like a new front door.

The sheriff and his deputies snap a few pictures and leave. “We’ll be in touch,” Leif says as he leaves. We board up the store and head home.

Somehow, our parents managed to get all the kids bathed and in pajamas. Ours in their beds already, but I watch as my brothers and their wives carry their kids out to their cars and head in the direction of their houses. There is nothing better than living in a compound like this. Now that I think about it, it sounds culty, but it really isn’t. I kiss my mom on the cheek and wave my parents off.

In our bedroom, Ava is pacing, mumbling under her breath. Her cheeks are red, and she's sweaty. She didn’t look like this before I saw everyone off.

“What’s going on, babe?” I ask, moving closer to her.

“What if they are targeting us?” she says frantically, her eyes panicked.

“Who?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow at her.

“Whoever did this. This doesn’t feel like it’s over.”

“Calm down, Ava. This can’t be good for the baby.”

“Ugh, you know I can’t stand it when you tell me to calm down. Most women can’t stand that shit. Besides, I can’t. I need,” she begins, but I take her lips before she can finish her sentence. I know just what she needs. She melts into me. “Hamm,” she moans when I let her breathe.

I drag her over to the bed and lift her Christmassy red dress over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, but she does have on these lacy green panties. She looks like a fucking present waiting to be unwrapped.

“You look good enough to eat,” I say, licking my lips.

“Then eat me, husband.”

No time for that now as my cock is hard as a rock, but I pull the panties down and toss them away. Her pussy is glistening, and while I am about to explode just from kissing her, I lean down and lick her from her clit to her ass. Above me, she moans.

“Fuck, Ava. You are so fucking beautiful.”

“No talking, just fuck me,” she growls. When she’s pregnant, she needs it fast and rough, and I am all too happy to oblige. Moving up her body, I kiss her again as I line my cock up with her opening and slam into her. She squeals and wraps her legs around my waist. I pick up my pace, and she matches me. Thrust for thrust, we move our bodies chasing our orgasms.

She comes first. I can feel her pussy clench around me, and she screams my name. I fill her pussy and come with her.