Page 31 of The Club Princess

I narrow my eyes. “The answer is the same. The milk in the fridge is for Jax.”

He nods at my chest. “Lemme grab it fresh then.”

“Gage… are you serious?”

His hand comes up and pinches at my hard nipple through the shirt, causing a few drops to leak. “Don’t you want to feed me too?” His bottom lip pushes out in a pout.

“You have the weirdest obsession with my milk,” I say breathlessly as I pull my shirt off, cupping my heavy breast. If I were to be honest, I loved Gage’s obsession with my tits. He’s always had it since I could remember. I’ve woken up many mornings with him resting on my chest, sucking on them as he scrolled on his phone.

When he reaches out to grab them again, I step back. “Remember what I asked for two days ago?”

His face twists. “It’s too soon.”

“No, my doctor cleared me,” I tell him with a shake of my head.

“Cleared you to have sex, but advised you to give your body time to heal before getting pregnant again.”

I smile, stepping forward and pressing my breasts against the hands curled around his cup.

“Are you saying you don’t want to put another baby in me?” I taunt him.

Gage’s eyes narrowed to slits. “You know I do, princess. You’re not going to get my cum in that tight little pussy for a few more months, at least.”

I pout. “I could always ask Daddy to reverse his little snip job.”

“Do it then,” Gage counters. “You still won’t be getting a baby from either of us any time soon.”

He reaches out and plays with my leaking nipple, his heated gaze watching the white drops roll over his fingers.

“I think you severely underestimate the allure of my pussy.”

He looks up at me. “Mik, I love you, but I will always put your safety over my needs.”

My heart swells at his love, and I lick my lips. “Fine, I won’t push. Hurry up and get your milk.”

Shaw

Pacing the room, I wipe my sweaty palms down my jeans. Gage and Mikayla should be returning from dinner soon. We had decided to have separate time with her for her birthday this year.

Except my present to her was a little selfish on my end. It would be for both of us, all of us. The last couple of months of living full-time at our house and taking a step back from the club have put a few things in perspective. I want to be with Mikayla, and if I can’t publicly claim her, there is something else I can do.

Her laughter echoes up the stairs as they come in the front door. Jax was at Dodge’s, and I know Gage will be going to pick him up soon. I wait at the top of the railing as they make their way in.

Gage’s eyes catch mine, and he nods, turning her to me after a quick kiss. “Night isn’t over, princess.”

Her smile is wide, and her eyes are bright with warmth as she hurries up the stairs to me. I catch her when she jumps to me, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“You have a good birthday dinner?”

She kisses me, and I can taste the faint vanilla traces of whiskey on her lips. “Soooo good.”

I laugh, carrying her to my bedroom. “You’re not drunk, are you? I had planned to have my wicked way with you.”

Giggling, she slowly slides down my body as I set her down. “Not drunk, maybe a little tipsy. I just really love my life right now.”

The love for our little family spreads in my chest, and I cup her face. “And I love you, princess.”

Her rosy mouth opens in an ‘O’ shape, and then she rises on her tiptoes to kiss me before twirling away to sit on the edge of the bed. She tilts her chin up and folds her hands into her lap, resting them on her knee crossed over her leg.

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