Page 103 of A Kingpin's Weakness
“Just let me talk to you,” he said, stepping in closer, lowering his voice to that husky whisper he knew messed with my head. “Please.”
He had me backed against the sink before I could blink, his hand slipping around my waist like it belonged there. Andtruth be told, it did. His presence, his scent, the way his fingers gripped my hips everything about him had always felt dangerously familiar.
“You smell so good,” he murmured again, nose brushing against my neck. “You always do.”
“Seth…” I warned, but it came out breathy, too soft to scare him off. I hated how easily my body betrayed me when it came to him.
“You look so damn good in this swimsuit. How am I supposed to act right when you show up looking like this?” His lips brushed against my collarbone, and I felt my knees weaken.
“I missed you, Stormi. Every damn day.”
The way he looked at me, like I was the only thing he could see… it made me ache. I had told myself this was just a surprise trip, a summer to connect. But the truth I had missed him too. Too much.
“No,” I said quickly. “We are not about to do this here. This is not the place.”
“But you’re mine, right?” he asked, stepping closer, eyes searching mine. “Tell me you’re still mine.”
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. I wanted to say it. Wanted to scream it. But I was still so mad, so confused Before I could step away, his arms wrapped around me. He lifted me again like it was nothing, pressing my back against the wall with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. His fingers slid under my swimsuit, and I gasped, my body reacting faster than my mind could catch up.
“You feel that?” he whispered against my ear. “Still mine.” And just like that, we were tangled in each other again. My body responded to his the moment he slide inside me, like it always did… like it belonged to him, even when my brain screamed that it shouldn’t. I begin to pulsate on him like instant.
Everything else faded the music outside, the people, the party until it was just us. Him whispering how much he missed me, how no one could ever replace me, gripping my neck and taking my body places it’s only seen with him. I held back the words I wanted to say, afraid they’d give him too much power. But the truth was, I loved him too even when he made me question everything.
“I love you, Stormi,” he said, holding my face gently now, his breath uneven. “I swear I’m not trying to hurt you.”
The moment took me under, and I let myself drown in it, knowing it would be a lifetime with this man. We got lost in each other, pleasing each other. Our bodies said things our hearts couldn’t quite yet speak. Until it was over. Until we both came back to reality, out of breath, skin flushed, and too many words left unspoken.
“Did you just?” I blinked, heart racing again for a different reason.
He looked at me, trying to play innocent. “Got caught up.”
I narrowed my eyes and pushed at his chest. “How many times have you gotten ‘caught up,’ Seth?”
He didn’t answer.
“Are you serious right now? I’m not even on birth control.”
Silence.
“Guess we’ll cross that bridge when it comes,” he said all calm, cool, and collective, as if we were discussing something lighter than him spilling his seed inside of me. Still displaying that devilish look in his eyes as if he was ready for round two.
“We are not about to ‘cross that bridge’ later. We’re handling this now.”
He finally nodded, reaching for some wipes nearby and helping me clean up like we hadn’t just had a full-blownargument before all this. Then, like always, he had the nerve to kiss me soft and slow, like he hadn’t just pissed me off twice in one night.
And the worst part? I let him. Of course, I wanted kids one day. But not like this. Not like this. I wasn’t even sure if my period was late from stress or something else, but in that moment, all I knew was I was making a stop at the pharmacy before the night ended. Because love or not Seth, had a way of making me lose my mind.
“I need a plan b.” I broke the silence between us. Brining his attention from my body to my eyes.
“You serious?”
“Yeah”
Seth flushed the wipes, then we both washed our hands, the silence between us heavy and thick. He pulled me close as we stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping his arms around me like everything was normal. Like nothing just happened. I let him hold me, though inside my head was spinning a million miles an hour.
We rejoined the others, and Seth settled into a seat while I slid onto his lap. My mind wasn’t on the party anymore it was a hundred places away, stuck on what just happened in the bathroom and the thought of what might already be inside me. The noise around me blurred into the background as I wished the night would just end. When we finally docked at midnight, exhaustion hit me like a wall.
I heard Seth talking, but it wasn’t for me. “Naw, we about to go to the crib,” he told Rich, unlocking his car door like I was coming with him. But I wasn’t. Not tonight.
