Page 51 of Tide
“I am, brother. I appreciate you lookin’ out for me,” I tell him as I slap a hand on his shoulder. He nods his head before we both walk the rest of the way to our bikes. I grab my helmet and pull it on as I glance around at the others. This is my family. This is home and always will be. But there’s more I want. There’s more out there that I want, and Mylah and that baby are it. I know the club will always have my back, just like I’ll have theirs, but I want to have Mylah too. I want to love her, care for her. I want to be her everything.
I smile as I climb on my bike and rev it up. Then I take off following behind the others as we go.
We ride through the streets like we didn’t just kill a man back there. A sense of calm rushes through me, and I feel like that means everything is going to be okay.
We pull into the clubhouse and park the bikes as the girls slowly filter outside to find their men. Mylah isn’t far behind them. She walks out, and her eyes scan the row of bikes before finding me. That’s when I see it. The smile that tugs across her face. She’s fucking beautiful.
I throw my leg over the side and stand up, leaving my helmet on the seat as she walks toward me. When she’s close enough, she throws her arms around my neck and pulls my lips to hers. I gladly let her have this moment too.
“You miss me?”
“I always miss you. I hate when you have to leave,” she says.
“What have you been doin’?” I ask, watching her cheeks turn pink. She looks embarrassed. “What? What is it?”
“You’re going to laugh at me,” she says softly.
“I’m not gonna laugh at you. What have you been doin’?”
“I just…I’m so horny, Tide.”
“What?”
“I want sex. I need to come.”
“You’ve been playin’ with yourself?” I ask her, looking her dead in the eyes. Fuck me, she has me in knots.
“I can’t help it.”
“That’s nothin’ to be embarrassed of, Mylah. So you need to come, and I’m not here. Do it. Get yourself off, baby. In fact, I’d like to watch you do it.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I think Daddy needs to see this. I think he needs to watch you part your lips and finger yourself. You use your hand or a toy?” I ask her. She bites her lip and looks as if she’s debating telling me. “Which is it, baby?”
“Both.”
“Fuck, Mylah. My cock is hard already. I need to see this,” I tell her. She shifts from foot to foot as I look at her, knowing that she didn’t want to tell me about this.
“No you don’t.”
“Fuck yeah, I do. Imagine how hard I’ll be for you just watchin’ you touch yourself, Mylah. Mmm, I can almost fuckin’ taste your come on my tongue, baby.” She begins to squirm, and I know all the dirty talk is turning her on.
“Tide.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me watchin’ you while I stroke my cock in my hand. Watchin’ me fist the thick length of me while you play with that pretty pussy. Yeah, you’d like it.”
“Please, Tide.”
“I’ve got you this hot and I haven’t even touched you, Mylah. Imagine my tongue runnin’ all over your body. From your neck, down your shoulder. Your stomach. Then when I get between your thighs, I flick your clit. Yeah, I could eat you all night and not let you come. I could hold you on the edge of ecstasy and then take it all away. I could make you beg for Daddy to fill you.”
“Tide, this isn’t funny,” she whines.
“No, it’s not. Gimme your hand,” I demand. She lifts her hand, and I grab it in mine, bringing it to my throbbing cock. I force her to squeeze and rub it through my jeans. Mylah licks her lips before biting it between her teeth as she gazes up at me.
“Please.”
“You want it that bad? You want my thick cock inside of you? You’re gonna do it, Mylah. You’re gonna touch yourself for me.”I rip her hand away from me before I lift her in my arms. I take long strides through the front door and down the hall. I hear the guys laugh and I don’t care if they’re laughing at me.
