Page 27 of Infinitely Mine

“I’m trying, Waylen.”

“I know you are, baby.” He reached for me, and I sank into his embrace, resting my head against his chest. Every part of his body was toned, thick, and rock-hard. And that didn’t even factor in his cock, which I tried not to stare at whenever he was around. Mammoth made me feel like I was safe from the world and every danger, that he would defeat every monster and slay every enemy that threatened me or my son.

That feeling was so fucking addicting.

I slid my arms around his waist and squeezed. “You own my heart more with every day that passes.”

“You already have mine,” he replied, holding me tighter. “I didn’t expect to find you, but I’m so fucking happy I did.”

“It feels like fate, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does,” he agreed.

I just wanted to stay in the moment, to linger in the sweetness and the love I felt from this man. He healed parts of me that I didn’t know were broken and mended the heartbreak of my past without ever taking me into his bed. I didn’t need his cock to feel close to him. That was a first. Another in an increasing list of firsts that grew the longer we spent together.

I hoped that the list would never stop expanding.

Chapter 7

Ilet myself inside the house the next morning, carrying more bags of shit because I couldn’t stop spoiling Rowen and Jacob every fucking chance I got. My Reaper nudged me to buy them presents like every goddamn day was Christmas. I made the excuse that I didn’t know them in December and had to make up for it. Rowen and Jacob knew I would have done it anyway.

Music played as I heard Aerosmith and their hitCrazyplaying. Rowen must like the band.

I hollered out a greeting as I shut the door with my boot and made my way into the kitchen. The two of them spent more time there than in the living room. Rowen wasn’t much for television except to watch an occasional movie. Jacob loved art and happily played with his superhero action figures. They ended up at the dining room table with books, art supplies, snacks, toys, and meal prep on most afternoons. Rowen liked to plan meals, and she knew how to live on a budget.

Someday, I’d tell her she wouldn’t have to worry about money anymore, but I decided to drop that bit of information once she couldn’t refuse. Maybe after I gave her a good, hard fucking. And yeah, I couldn’t wait.

Jacob looked up as I entered, eagerly jumping up to see if I needed anything. “Do you want any help?”

“Nope.” I dropped the bags on the table. “Close your eyes. I got presents.”

His eyes widened. “More presents?”

“Yep. Close those eyes, son.”

He listened, slapping his hands over his eyes and peeking through his fingers.

“Jakey,” I warned, not realizing I had used his mother’s endearment until his hands dropped.

“I like it.”

“Me calling you Jakey?”

“Yeah, but better ask Mama.”

I smirked. “I will.”

His eyes shut tight as he held out his hands. “Presents, now?”

Laughing, I pushed the Lego set I found with a bunch of the Avengers characters. I sure hoped he liked it. I hadn’t seen him playing with any Legos, and I grew up building shit with them until I found motorcycles and girls in my teens.

Aw, fuck.

I bet he didn’t own them because they were expensive.

“Open your eyes.”

His jaw dropped, and his little mouth widened. He stared at that set and brought it close to his chest. “I have Legos.”