Page 40 of A Kingpin's Weakness
She smirked. “Maybe.”
I shook my head, then reached down and grabbed her feet. “Let me help you out.”
She looked at me, confused, until I started unbuckling them high-ass heels. The straps looked like they’d been cutting off her circulation for hours. I slid them off slow, one by one, then rested her feet in my lap and started rubbing.
Her toes were perfect white French tip, fresh. I had a thing for pretty feet, and Stormi’s was top-tier. Soft, smooth like she didn’t walk on anything rough a day in her life.
“Mmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering a bit. “How you know I needed a foot rub?”
“I had to carry you in the house,” I said, lips twitching. “You damn near dead weight.”
“Thank you for that,” she whispered.
I pinched her chin gently, just because I could, then stood up and headed into the bathroom. Started running the water.
Mom had put me on game about Dr. Teal’s, said it helped relax your body, ease your stress. I found the lavender one and dumped some into the tub. The scent filled the room quick; clean and calming. Felt like the kind of thing Stormi needed after a night like this.
I stepped back out. “I gotta carry you to the tub too?”
She laughed, sitting up. “Aww, you ran a bath for me. Look at you being sweet.”
I shrugged. “I just don’t want the smell of the club in my sheets.”
“Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes.
She got up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I let her have her space. She was that type, soft but private. Needed time to breathe.
I headed down the hall to the guest bathroom and hopped in the shower. Quick, just to rinse off the night. The heat helped settle me, gave me a second to think.
When I came back to the bedroom, Stormi was still in the bathroom. She must’ve been soaking for real. I dropped onto the edge of the bed, grabbed my phone, and dialed Rich. I needed to check in make sure him and Southside weren’t getting into anything stupid without me around to play referee.
While it rang, I leaned back and stared at the closed bathroom door, thinking about how wild it was to have her here, in my space, making everything feel less cold.
“Yo,” Rich answered on the first ring.
“What up, Mr. Commitment?” He spoke.
I stretch out on the bed. “Nigga, you been in a relationship for what five years now?”
“I don’t leave my homies at the club for Lia, though.”
“Maybe you should.”
He paused. “I hear you.”
“Where y’all at now?” I asked, eyes flicking up just as Stormi stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing my Polo boxers and the tee I left out for her. Her legs looked long as hell, skin soft and still damp from the bath. I had to glance away just to keep my mind right.
“Headed to Joe’s. Grabbing some breakfast,” Rich said.
Stormi climbed into bed next to me, but not close enough. I needed to feel her, her warmth, her breath, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I reached over and pulled her in, tucking her against me until her body fit just right.
“Stay safe,” I told Rich before ending the call.
I put the phone down and turned my full attention to Stormi.
“How you feeling?”
“Tired.”
