Page 40 of A Kingpin’s Weakness

He didn’t move. Instead, he leaned in, burying his face into the curve of my neck. His lips brushed my skin, and I felt my body betray me instantly.

“Damn, you smell so fucking good,” he murmured against my collarbone.

My breath hitched. My hands, which were supposed to push him away, ended up gripping his arms instead. He smelled like cologne, sweat, liquor, and regret. And somehow, it turned me on more than I wanted to admit.

“Seth… move.”

“You look good as fuck, too.” His eyes scanned my body slowly, like he was trying to memorize every curve of me in this damn Dior swimsuit.

“Thank you.” It came out soft. Too soft.

“I missed you, Stormi.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and real. And that’s when he backed up, just enough to reach for the lock on the bathroom door. Click.

“Seth… no.”

I already knew what he was on, and the way my body was reacting, I couldn’t trust myself to say no twice.

“What you mean no?” His voice dropped into that dangerous tone he used when he was serious. “You not mine?” He didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he stepped in and scooped me up like I weighed nothing.

My legs wrapped around his waist on reflex, and the next thing I knew, my back was pressed against the cold tile of the wall. My breath caught in my throat.

“Seth—”

“Say you not mine.” His face was right there. Eyes dark. Jaw locked. One hand gripping the back of my thigh, the other holding me steady. I didn’t say anything. Because the truth was, I was his.

Even when he got on my damn nerves. Even when I hated how easily he could make me feel wanted and foolish at the same damn time.

He leaned in again, his forehead resting on mine. “You came here for me, right?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “So don’t act like you don’t want me.”

“I’m not doing this with you in this bathroom,” I said, shaking my head, heart still pounding from the mess of emotions inside me.

Seth’s lips curved into that cocky grin; the one that used to melt me, and still did, even when I didn’t want it to.

“Let me just put the head in,” he said low and bold, like this was some kind of joke. It wasn’t.

“Seth, no.” But my voice didn’t carry the strength I needed it to.

“I’m not doing this with you in this bathroom,” I said, pushing my hand against Seth’s chest. My heart was racing, but not just from anger anymore. This man had a way of getting under my skin and making me forget why I was mad in the first place.

“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. And truth 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-blown argument 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.

I didn’t want to deal with him not with my head all tangled up in what felt like a nightmare. I wanted to be anywhere but here, and Jo’s house was that somewhere. I said nothing, just slipped inside as Seth went into the drugstore to grab the Plan B.

I pulled out my phone, shot Noah a quick text, asking if he was home and letting him know I was on my way. My keys and everything else were still at RJ’s. Thank God I had some clothes at Jo’s, at least that part was covered.

Seth came back carrying water, ginger ale, and the little pill packet.

“Here,” he said, voice casual, “just in case you want to take it now.”

I looked at him, genuinely curious and a little irritated by how calm he was. Calm like we hadn’t just maybe conceived a baby in a bathroom on a yacht at a party.

“You’re not worried?” I asked, the frustration bleeding through.

He shrugged like it was nothing. “If it happens, it happens.”

I blinked, disbelief knotting my stomach. “Can you just take me to Jo’s?” I said, my voice cold. Still pissed at how little he seemed to care.

“For what?” he shot back, eyebrows raised.

“That’s where I’m staying.”

“Don’t start that shit, Stormi.”

“I’m serious.” I sighed, tired of this fight I wasn’t even trying to hide.

“If you’re going to Jo’s, I might as well go out then.”

“If that’s what you want to do,” I said sharply, wanting him to just go home too.

He tore open the Plan B packet, handing me the pill. I took it, washing it down with the ginger ale he grabbed. The cold fizz was the only thing grounding me right now.

The rest of the ride was quiet, except for the tapping of his fingers on his phone. I stared out the window, heart racing and mind screaming what the hell was I going to do now?

When we pulled up to Jo’s house, I spotted Noah and his friend sitting on the porch.

Dre. I didn’t really know how I felt about him yet.

He was older than Noah, seemed like he’d grown up a bit staying out of trouble.

So, he wasn’t on my “fuck you” list; not yet.

But damn, just seeing them there made my chest tighten.

Seth killed the engine and hopped out, coming around to my side of the car. I hurried, practically yanking the door open before he could touch it. I knew that would piss him off good. I wasn’t in the mood for his shit right now.