Page 46 of My Darling Mayhem

I’d givenWren and Cruz a ride for three days in a row, and I was starting to enjoy the normalcy of seeing her every morning. I brought her coffee and made sure when I dropped her off that I never saw that asshole’s car there.

Each and every day, when she got out of my truck, she would smile at me, but I didn’t move to kiss her. I had no plans on not touching her, but I also meant what I told her when I said I was trying something. I wanted to build a relationship with her, so once we did start fucking, she knew we were doing it as a couple, not two random people who didn’t owe each other anything.

Now, it was early Wednesday afternoon, and I was home early because some school function had Kane’s foster mom asking if I could pick him up. I was annoyed that she hadn’t invited me, nor had the school notified me, even though I’d asked to be on the list for class updates. I only found out about anything school-related if I picked him up and he had something in his backpack with information on it. This wasn’t something I had seen any fliers about. Regardless, I was happy to go pick him up, just bummed that I missed what it was and equally annoyed because I didn’t see Wren there.

“Will you ever get married?” Kane randomly asked while we were watching television.

I had my laptop in front of me while I worked on a customer’s portfolio. They wouldn’t hit their goals for the year if they didn’t invest their money in a few places. I began pulling up options and ideas while glancing at my younger brother.

“What made you randomly think about that?”

Kane sat on the floor, his apple and peanut butter snack in front of him while he glanced back at me. “You have this big house with enough rooms for a big family. I was curious if you were going to get married or had a girlfriend.”

I withheld a smirk.

“I would like to get married someday…”

Kane tilted his head while biting into his apple. “Aren’t you running out of time?”

If I had been drinking anything, I would have spit it out.

“Excuse me?”

“Aren’t you thirty-five? That’s old.”

“It most certainly is not,” I laughed, trying to clear my throat. “A lot of people don’t start dating or get married until well past forty.”

My brother shrugged and returned his focus to the television. I also tried returning to work, but he turned around again.

“What about Cruz’s mom. Do you like her? Cruz thinks you guys like each other.”

I closed my laptop and set it aside. “He does?”

Kane nodded. “He thinks she likes you because she smiles a lot now, and she likes that you drive them every day.”

“She might like me, I’m not sure, buddy.” I tried to withhold a small victorious smile, but I didn’t have to when Kane finished his thought.

“I told Cruz you like his mom because you’re always looking over at their house, and I heard you dreaming about her that one night I slept over.”

I quirked a brow. “Dreaming about her?” I hadn’t dreamt about Wren yet, not in any meaningful way, maybe if she passed me on the street in my dream or something.

Kane laughed, finishing off his plate of snacks. “Yeah, you kept saying her name loudly. You had to be dreaming.”

Oh shit.

I was most certainly not dreaming.

I was, however, doing something else that wasn’t appropriate to discuss with my five-year-old brother. I had assumed he was asleep, and I wasn’t that loud; I’d just gotten a little carried away with my fantasy of Wren on her knees and my cock sliding over her tongue while those pretty lips of hers wrapped around me.

“Well, I do have a bit of a crush on her. But I don’t want her to know, so you can’t say anything to Cruz, okay?”

“Okay. I promise…but...” Kane tilted his head again. “Would you marry her?”

I had no fucking clue. Shit was way too complicated at the moment to figure out or sort, but had I pictured her with a ring on her finger, one I’d picked out and bought for her? Possibly. Had one of my fantasies been me taking off her wedding dress and seeing her white lingerie that was just tiny scraps of fabric?

Yes.

“Finding the right person can take time, buddy. You can’t rush these sorts of things.”

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