Page 2 of Tide
“She’s here. She wanted to welcome you home. I think she went to the bathroom,” he says. My heart kicks up a notch knowing I’ll get to see her. I shouldn’t want to. I shouldn’t even think about her that way, but I can’t help it. Just as I’m about to say something more, she walks up. The girl is thick and curvy, every fucking man’s dream. She isn’t stick thin, and I like that about her. She holds her head high and carries herself like a queen, and I think that’s what draws me in.
“Mylah,” I say when she looks over at me. She smiles, and my heart beats a little faster. Fuck, I’m so wrong for looking at my son’s girlfriend like that.
“It’s good to see you, Tide. You look great,” she says before I pull her into a hug. They’ve been dating for years. Years of me pinning after her. Years of me wanting her and not having her.
“You look good too, darlin’.” She pulls back, a slight blush on her cheeks as Christian wraps his arm around her. If he weren't my son, I would take his ass out and take the girl. But I can’t do that. Not to him.
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.
