Page 5 of Infinitely Mine

“Damn. Who pissed on your parade, V.P.?”

I waved him off, walking to my bike. The last thing I wanted to do was engage Rael. I wanted a shower, food, and my dick sucked. Preferably, in that order. Probably wouldn’t reach the third one and end up stroking myself off instead, but I didn’t volunteer that information. Club pussy lost my interest years ago. I got pickier the older I got, and I didn’t want some young thing I had to teach everything to or a club girl lookin’ to dangle me on a hook.

I didn’t say shit to the prospect at the gate as I left the lot, rumbling down Hwy 95 toward home. I didn’t live in Tonopah and instead found a patch of desert to call my own. Bought the place years ago—a little oasis under the hot Nevada sun.

A few miles out, I spotted a car that had broken down on the road. The silver sedan gleamed as heat shimmered above the paint. Dark, tinted windows blocked the occupants.

I rolled to a stop a short distance away, glad I had my gun in the saddlebags in case shit went down. You could never be too careful, not in my world. I removed the weapon and tucked it behind my back, within easy reach.

The passenger door opened as I approached, and a kid rushed out, running toward me. He couldn’t have been more than five or six with a thick head of light brown hair. His rosy cheeks were tear-streaked.

Well, fuck.

“What happened?” I asked, lowering to my haunches because my height often scared and intimidated kids.

“My Mama,” he whimpered, sniffling. “She won’t wake up.”

Shit. I hoped they weren’t in an accident. I tried to scan the car and didn’t notice any damage.

“Don’t worry,” I assured the boy. “I’ll help.”

The kid looked me over before staring into my eyes. Something about his gaze unnerved me.

He chewed on his bottom lip with tiny white teeth. Baby teeth that hadn’t fallen out yet. Cute. “You sure you’re not a bad guy?”

If he only knew what lived inside me. The Reaper had a dark chuckle at the thought.

“Nah, son. I don’t hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it.”

His head tilted to the side. “Okay.”

I followed the kid to the driver’s side, opening the door as I looked in. My body jolted as my Reaper rumbled deep in my chest. Rage, lust, and intense possession flashed through me with a brutal blast of heat. His fierce reaction caught me by surprise. I nearly groaned when I saw the young woman’s flushed cheeks that stood out against her warm, tawny skin. Skin that appeared soft and smooth, with a pop of dark ink on her arms.Fucking sexy.

She passed out behind the wheel, which infuriated my Reaper. This woman must have managed to pull over and park before she crashed, alert enough to get herself and her child to safety.

Something wasn’t right. I sensed an illness. No, not an illness. Dehydration. Fatigue. She’d depleted her energy reserves.

My fingers pressed to her carotid artery as I forced myself to remain calm, refusing to take advantage of her like this but fighting to stop the urge to caress the long, delicate column of her throat down to her collarbone. Her white tank top exposed her bare shoulders and hung from her skin with a tantalizing peek at the top of her breasts and the pretty pink bra she wore.

Her pulse lightly thrummed beneath the pads of my fingers as a growl echoed in my head.

Help her.

The thought wasn’t my own.

“What’s your mother’s name?” I asked the boy, who stared at me with wonder.

“You’re like Morbius.”

Huh?

“He’s a vampire. From Marvel.”

“A comic book hero?”

The boy nodded.

The Reaper liked this kid. He seemed amused by the boy’s words.

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