“I’m a slut,” I say to myself as I hear the door click behind me.
“Only for me,” Tide says as he steps up behind me. His hands come to rest on my hips, his cock hard at my back.
“What did you do?”
“Nothin’ that didn’t need to be done anyway.”
“You told him?”
“He’s waitin’ for you.”
“He’s what?” I ask, unsure of hearing him right. Tide spins me in his arms before his lips claim mine in a searing kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this before, and I love every second of it. I can’t help myself. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He growls into my mouth and keeps kissing me until I’m breathless, and then he pulls away.
“He’s waitin’ for you.”
“Why?”
“He told me to make a choice. I chose you,” he tells me.
“A choice? What do you mean?”
“It was him or you, Mylah.” Now I step out of his reach and shake my head.
“You can’t do that. He’s your son.”
“He’s a grown fuckin’ man! I can do what the hell I want. And I want you.”
“We can’t do this,” I tell him once more. I start for the door when he stops me.
“Tell me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve had. Tell me you don’t feel this connection between us and I’ll fuckin’ leave you alone.” I open my mouth to say the words, but nothing will form.
“I…” I can’t say it. I just can’t.
Chapter 9
Tide
There’s a joint hanging from my lips as I sit back and watch the guys. Another local trafficker. They beat the shit out of him as I watch. I thought about getting a little piece of the action to ease some of the tension in me, but I decided against it. Instead, I sit back and smoke a joint, thinking about her. What he said to her. What he did about what I told him.
He made me choose. My own fucking son made me choose between him and a woman, and I chose the woman. Does that make a piece of shit? Probably but I can’t let her go. I don’t care what Christian thinks about it. In reality, I should let her go. I should let her live her life and be happy. Maybe that would be for the best. Maybe that’s exactly what I should do.
I finish my joint and stand from my seat, walking back up the steps and out into the main room. Most of the guys are downstairs enjoying the show, while a few of them linger up here.
“Where you goin’?” Ranger asks when I head for the door.
“I think I fucked up,” I tell him.
“About what?”
“Choosin’ Mylah over Christian.”
“I don’t know what to say about that, Tide. That shit was tense.”
“I know it. I need to talk to Christian,” I tell him as he nods his head. I shove through the door and head out to my bike, climbing on and revving up the engine. I take off, needing to clear my head and think about what I’ve done. Then there’s Beth.Why does she want me back? Why is she even around? It’s been years since we’ve been together, and she made it clear she didn’t want either of us. Why now?
I ignore the annoying urge to snap her neck for showing back up at such a bad time and race down the street. I turn the corner and park outside of Christian’s place, killing the engine and climbing off my bike. I leave my helmet hanging from the handlebars as I stroll up the steps.
Raising my hand, I knock on the door, but when it opens it isn’t Christian standing there. Mylah looks at me, her lips parting slightly.
