Page 39 of A Kingpin's Weakness
After a beat, I asked, “So you waiting on marriage?”
“For what?” she asked, glancing back.
“For that.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“So, what is it then?”
“I just haven’t met anybody I wanted to share myself with,” she said, calm but certain. “It’s a deeper soul tie than people realize, and I want to make sure the person I give myself to is worth being connected to like that.”
I nodded slow, respecting it. That kind of honesty? You don’t get that often.
“I feel you,” I said. “But me? I gotta have experience before marriage. I’m not marrying a woman and not knowing if we click in that way. I need to know she can please me. That we can please each other.”
I licked my lips without thinking. Truth was, I wanted Stormi. Bad. But I was cool waiting. Two weeks wasn’t long. Not long enough to earn what she was offering. I was willing to take my time. Because she was already mine.
The rest of the ride was quiet. At some point, Stormi dozed off, loud little snores rising above the music. I turned the volume down and let her sleep.
There was something about her that pulled me in, something deeper than her body or her face. She was soft, but strong. Guarded, but open if you earned it. I didn’t care if she was a “round-the-way” girl or pure or anything in between.
Because right now? Sex wasn’t on my mind. At least not tonight.
When I pulled into the driveway, I let the car idle for a second before cutting the engine. The glow from the dash lit Stormi’s face soft. She was still knocked out, head leaned back, mouth slightly open like a kid who’d finally relaxed after putting up a fight all day.
“Stormi.”
I said her name low, tapping her arm gently. I had already parked, killed the engine, and hopped out the car. Now I wasstanding on the passenger side, door open, looking down at her slumped in the seat.
She didn’t move much, just groaned. “Seth, I just wanna sleep.”
“You gotta actually get out the car and go inside the house to do that.”
She let out a little whine. “Piggyback ride.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Give me a piggyback ride,” she mumbled, eyes still closed. “I’m tired and my feet hurt.”
I let out a low chuckle. “All that damn twerking, and now you talking about your feet hurt?” Still, I knelt down in front of her. “Come on.”
She climbed onto my back like she’d been waiting on that moment all night; her phone and tiny-ass purse still in hand, legs wrapping around me like second nature. She laid her cheek against my shoulder, her weight comfortable against me.
I carried her to the front door and leaned into the sensor, letting my fingerprint unlock it.
“Oh, you fancy,” she mumbled, her laugh warm against my neck.
“Damn right.”
We stepped inside, the soft glow from the hallway lights lighting the path upstairs. I took the steps slow, careful not to jar her too much. When we reached the bedroom, I walked straight to the bed and let her slide down easy.
“Where’s S3?” she asked, stretching out on my bed like she belonged there.
“With his mama,” I said, glancing over at her.
“Damn.”
“You came here to see him?”
