Chapter Eight

Korn played over the speaker, blocking out the conversations at the city pool. Dio hung his arms over a foam noodle, letting his body float and relax in the deep end. He'd overdone it today, riding too many miles.

His back was weak as fuck when he had to carry around his weight.

In the pool, he felt lighter and gained some relief.

It was almost as good as one of Skye's massages. Almost. Not even close, but it was all he could do.

At the side of the pool, Maverick held up his hand while Brooke waved goodbye to everyone. Dio raised a finger from the water.

Bane jumped in and swam to Dio, coming up and shaking the water from his hair. Dio blinked the drops out of his vision.

"How's the back?" Bane treaded water.

"Fine as long as I don't move." He had his doubts whether he could walk out of the pool.

It took him five minutes to strip down and walk his way down the steps. But he would take advantage of the water while the Havlin members had the pool tonight.

"Been there, brother." Bane moved away from him. "Yell if you need help. "

He hated feeling weak and needing help. It wasn't something he was used to doing.

A loud wolf whistle echoed inside the pool area, and cheers drowned out the music. Dio looked at the doorway to see what had everyone's attention, and his whole body tensed.

Skye bent over and grabbed her knees, twerking her bare ass, playing for the Havlin members giving her attention. It took Dio a few seconds to understand that she had a bikini on. The back was a thin strip of material, reminding him of the thong she wore in his bed. Instead of her usual one-piece swimsuit that she wore to swim laps in the morning, this outfit was something she'd wear around guys her age.

The top failed to cover her breasts and only succeeded in hiding her nipples.

He dragged his gaze off her and looked around for Maverick. His MC brother's timing couldn't have been worse. He missed seeing his daughter at a Havlin pool party—something she hadn't come to before.

Instead of jumping in the pool, Skye walked to the shallow end and spoke with Daisy and Rachel. Ruger walked away from the group, studying the pool as he made it to the side of the deep end.

Seeing Dio, Ruger stopped and pointed. "Does Maverick know Skye is here?"

"Don't know."

Should I call him?

Dio looked at everyone at the pool. Nobody was having sex. A few joints were passed around. He knew for a fact that she'd popped into pool parties before without her parents knowing, but she'd stayed in the pool house out of sight. A little voyeurism never hurt anyone growing up.

"Maverick and Brooke just left. They probably passed Skye on the way out and know she's here." He kept his gaze on her.

Though he should be the one who called Maverick, he wanted to see what Skye was doing here.

Skye stepped into the pool and took the steps to the shallow end. Her body slowly lowered into the water until the surface skimmed her thighs, hips, and waist. Then, she glided into the water, stroking the water, pulling her arms through, and getting closer to him.

His cock hardened, despite his desire to stay relaxed and loose. Despite him knowing how wrong it was to get turned on around Skye. Despite it being against the bylaws to even think about another member's daughter the way he was.

She swam up to him. "How's your back?"

"I know it's there."

She frowned. "Is it worse?"

"It was doing okay until earlier." He ran his hand over his face. "I rode too far, too long, today."

"Do you want me to give you a massage—"

"No."

The skin between her brows puckered. "Did I not make you feel better last time?"

"You relaxed me too much." He reached out and rubbed her brow with his thumb. "Best I ever had."

"Have you had a massage before me?" She grinned.

He chuckled. "You got me."

She put her head back and dipped below the surface of the water. He watched her come back up. Her neck arched, and then she opened her eyes. The water dropped from her lashes.

"Can I try something on you?" She treaded in place.

She'd lived in the water since she was young. Spent her teenage years lifeguarding at the pool. Yet, he never tired of watching her become one with the water as if swimming was as easy as breathing for her.

"Like what?" He studied her, trying to figure out what she would do if he said yes.

His cock pulsed to attention, eager to find out what she'd do. He had no control over his reaction to her, making him leery. Not once before had he responded to Skye in that way.

But waking up tangled in bed with her would do that to any man.

Skye swam around him until he couldn't see her. "I'm going to touch you."

His body tensed. Damn, was that her talking in a raspy whisper?

Her hand pressed against his lower back and trailed over his hips. His cock pounded, begging for attention.

Skye's fingers skimmed his outer thigh. "Don't tighten up. Let me move your leg."

She pressed her breasts against his bare back and using her leg, she lifted his left leg until her hand grasped under his thigh .

"You're tightening up."

"I don't know what the fuck you're doing."

She laughed softly. That sultry sound dug into him, raising the hair on his arms.

"I'm trying to help you. Just go with it." She lowered his leg and shifted behind him. "Now let me lift the other leg."

He grunted. She was unable to get her hand underneath his thigh, and he couldn't lift it any higher in the water.

"Your hip flexors are tight. We need to get them loose." She moved to the side of him and pulled his leg up, applying steady pressure.

All he could do was hold on to the pool noodle and let her contort his body. What she was doing wasn't hurting him, and if it helped, then he'd put up with her touching him.

She let his leg straighten and put her hand on his lower back. "I want to try something. Can you arch your lower back and stick your butt out?"

"What?"

"Arch here and push your stomach forward." She put her hand on his lower back. "Your butt will naturally go out and up."

His whole body stiffened. "I ain't doing that."

"What if it feels good?" She put her other hand on his stomach. "Do it once for me and hold that position."

What she wanted him to do wasn't possible. He'd never stuck his ass out for anyone before. His body refused to move that way.

She rubbed his stomach and placed her other hand on the top of his butt. Damn if she wasn't shaping him like a lump of putty.

Several seconds later, she smiled. "What's it feel like now?"

"I don't feel anything."

"I'm not a doctor, and I'm not telling you what is wrong, but if I had to bet a hundred dollars, your muscles are so tight, it's misaligning a disc in your vertebra, pinching the sciatic nerve." Her smile grew. "That's a good thing and easier to fix. If we make your muscles stronger, your disc will slide into place, and all the pain will stop."

"How long will that take?"

"A week or two if you let me help you." She let go of him. "I'll come over every morning and again at night."

"You don't need—"

"I want to." She kissed his cheek. "I'd do anything for you. You know that."

He wasn't sure if he could handle having her around that much, touching him all the time. His cock knew how close she was to him.

"Before you do anything, you have to tell your dad what you have planned," he said.

She frowned. "I haven't asked my dad for permission, for anything, since I lived at home."

"Just tell him or you can't come over."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.

"Skye." He grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. "You're a Havlin member's daughter. I'm a Havlin member. You can't hang out with me without his approval. You know that."

"That's...crazy. I've hung around you my whole life. "

"You're not a kid anymore," he reminded her.

"I'm glad you noticed." She linked her fingers in between his fingers. "I am a grown woman who doesn't ask her daddy for permission to do anything anymore."

"Skye." He glared at her.

She'd always had a wild streak. A rebel in her teenage years, she snuck out, ran away, got drunk, and probably more that nobody ever found out about. But now it was his life on the line.

"Fine." She caught her lower lip between her teeth, teasing him. "I'll send him a text tonight and be at your house in the morning."

He nodded, though he had a feeling he had no idea what he was getting into with Skye. One thing was clear. He could never tell her no.