Chapter 2
Mylah
His scent surrounds me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
His touch ignites a flame inside of me that I never knew was there.
It’s nothing like Christian’s touch. It’s not even close.
Which is why I keep my distance from Tide.
I don’t come around the clubhouse as much as Christian wants me to.
I don’t hang out here with him that much.
It’s too tense. The tension is there between Tide and me.
At twenty-seven years old, I should have passed the crush stage, but I’m not.
If it wasn’t for Christian, I would have gone after Tide.
It’s wrong. I know it is. He’s my boyfriend's father.
“How have you two been?”
Christian and I share a look because things have been a little rocky lately.
“That look tells me all I need to know,” Tide says, pulling our attention back to him.
“Just minor disagreements. You know how that is,” Christian tells him. Tide nods his head as he brings his beer to his lips and takes a long pull. I can’t help but watch him. He’s magnetic.
“I don’t miss those days,” Tide laughs.
“What’s next for you, Pop? Staying out a little longer this time?” Christian asks him. Tide nods his head and looks between the two of us.
“Yeah. I plan on it. Gotta help these guys out with this traffickin’ shit. Put a stop to it.”
“You think it’s that easy?”
“No, son. It’s not gonna be easy, but it’s what we do.
Even a small impact is somethin’ right?” I nod my head.
I know about the club. I know what they do and it doesn’t bother me a bit.
I think the more of those assholes that are off the street, the better.
If Tide and his club can do that, then so be it.
“I agree. You’re saving people’s lives. That counts for something,” I tell him.
I watch the smile tug across his face, and I find myself falling a little more.
I don’t know how to explain it, but there’s always been this connection between the two of us that’s undeniable.
I felt it the first time I met him, and it’s been there ever since.
“You agree?” Tide asks me.
“I’m going to grab some drinks.” That came from Christian. I watch him walk away before Tide steps closer to me.
“You better be careful with the games you play, Mylah.”
“What do you mean?”
“The way you bat those pretty little lashes at me. The way you smile and bite your lip. A man could get the wrong idea,” he tells me.
“Maybe you’re getting the right idea.”
“You’re with my son.”
“That doesn’t change the connection here,” I tell him truthfully.
“You’re right. And you keep it up, and we’re gonna have to rectify the situation.”
“Meaning what?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Can you handle bein’ a cheater, Mylah?
Because I’m half a fuckin’ second away from fuckin’ you against the wall for the world to see.
” His words go straight to my core. Fire burns inside of me at the thought of him touching me that way.
Just as I’m about to respond, he takes a step back, and Christian is back thrusting a drink into my hand.
I take it and down the shot quickly as Tide smirks at me.
“You want another?” Christian asks.
“Please.” He laughs and passes me his before heading back to the bar. Tide doesn’t say anything further, just stares at me with those dark eyes of his. He watches me intently, and I feel myself becoming a little uneasy. His stare is intense.
“Be very careful with the games you wanna play, darlin’.”
“What games?”
“This little song and dance between us. It’s gonna escalate, and we both know it. The question is, are you gonna let it?"
“Christian is a good man."
“I’m not sayin’ he isn’t. I’m not sayin’ I’m gonna marry you either. This is just somethin’ different, somethin’ us.”
“You just want sex?” Now he chuckles, deep and throaty. A chill runs along my spine as he looks me in the eyes.
“Pure. Fuckin’. Sex.”
I open my mouth but I don’t know what to say. I can’t agree to this.
“I’m not a cheater.”
“Don’t think of it that way. Just pleasure, darlin’.”
“That’s still cheating, Tide. I can’t do that to him.” Tide nods his head before glancing around and coming in closer. His fingers come up to my cheek, stroking a line to my jaw where he grabs it in his hand.
“I love my son, but this thing between us is more. I can feel it. When you’re ready, you know where to find me.” With that, he releases my face and walks past me. My heart thunders in my chest when Christian walks back over.
“Looks like dad found him a new girl for the night.” Is he talking about me?
Did he see that? My heart rate spikes as I turn and follow his gaze to Tide and one of the club girls.
She’s hanging off his side, kissing his cheek and running her hands all over his chest. Jealousy sparks in my chest at the sight.
“Looks that way.”
“You okay?” Christian asks. I pull my gaze from Tide and focus on him instead. I reach for him, pulling him down to me and kissing him hard. It’s wrong. It doesn't feel right, but if Tide wants to play this game, so can I.
“What’s this about?”
“I need you,” I whisper in his ear. He chuckles and pulls back, a smile on his face.
“Not now. When we get home, I’ll take care of you.” That’s not what I want. I want him now. I want him here. Tide has sparked something in my chest, and I want it all. I want what he has.
No.
I want him.
“Come on, Christian. Live a little,” I coo.
“You want me to fuck you like one of the whores around here? For everyone to see?” He asks. My eyes light up. I know they do. I want that. I want it so badly but I can’t tell him that.
“Christian,” I whine.
“That’s what you want? Jesus, Mylah. What the hell has gotten into you?”
“Nothing. It must be the alcohol. I’m going to the bathroom.
” I excuse myself and walk down the hall to the bathroom, and just as I step inside, someone steps in behind me.
At first, I think it’s Christian, but when I feel a hand rest on my hip, I know it isn’t.
I whip my head around quickly to see Tide with hunger in his eyes.
“Don’t you have a girl waiting for you?”
“You jealous?” Fuck. I can’t say that I am. Instead, I shake my head no. Tide chuckles and clicks the lock into place before he presses me against the wall. My face is turned to the side so I can see him out of the corner of my eye, but it’s what I feel that causes me to gasp.
“You’re wet,” he says as his fingers find my naked pussy. “And bare.” Slowly, he drags his fingers through the wetness and coats himself in me.
“Who made you this wet, Mylah?” he asks, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.
“You.” He hums near my ear before his fingers are thrusting into me. I gasp and bite my lip so that I don’t scream his name. God, how I want to scream his name.
He adds another finger, fucking me hard and rough. He hits every spot that has me nearly screaming, but I bite back the sounds.
“You wanna scream my name, don’t you, Mylah? You wanna ride my fuckin’ cock like a little whore don’t you?” He rasps near my ear. He continues his sweet torture on my pussy as he whispers his dirty words in my ear, and I can barely hold myself upright.
“Do it, slut. Cum all over my goddamn fingers for me. Show daddy what you like,” he says, biting into my earlobe.
My pussy clenches as I lose all control.
I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood as my orgasm washes over me.
I coat his fingers in everything he wanted.
When Tide finally pulls them free, I moan from the loss.
Tide steps back, and I turn to face him as he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean.
“I knew you were gonna taste good.”
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Next time, my head’s gonna be between those pretty little thighs. I’m gonna eat the best fuckin’ meal of my life.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“Oh, there will be. We both know it. I’ll be waitin’ for you, Mylah.”