Page 12 of The Club Princess

“So what, your boy just been counting down til midnight if that ain’t just as fucked up,” Bear sneers.

Anger pulses, and I take a deep breath. “No, it just happened.Mutually. They’ve both expressed that this is what they want and are consenting adults. He’s asking to make her an old fucking lady, and that tells you the extent of his feelings.”

Bear scoffs again, crossing his huge arms across his arms as he stares at me with contempt. I let my own fury show on my face, and I glanced at my men.

“That boy has a solid head on his shoulders, and you fucking know that. He’s been the driving force behind a lot of what makes this club run, and he doesn’t deserve this judgment.” I stab my finger into the table with each point.

“He’s gotta have our votes,” Scruff says, a few other men muttering in agreement.

I nod. “Yeah, he does. And what about the time you needed the money to pay off your mother’s rent? Who gave it to you so you didn’t have to approach the club for a loan?”

Grinning when a few men start to pale at what I’m implying, I turn to Bear. “Or when you needed the cash for your old lady’s second rehab attempt.”

He shifts in his seat, his face angled down.

“I can go on. I’m sure I can pull an example of each one of you fuckers. The point is my family bleeds for this club, and you fucking know this. Whatever makes Gage happy, he fucking deserves it.”

I slide into my seat as they’re silent, thinking over what I said.

Bear clears his throat. “How’s he want to do this? Show or celebration?”

“Show,” I smirk, sending Gage a text to bring Mikayla up.

Scruff sits up. “And his second?”

My impish grin deepens. “That’s up to Mikayla.”

I had no doubts in my mind she would be choosing me, and they would have to just accept it. Mostly because it’s been years since an old lady has chosen to be fucked into the club while the council watches. Instead, they’ve chosen a celebration where she flirts with alcohol poisoning.

Gage knocks once before walking in, dragging a smiling Mikayla behind him. He clears his throat, standing at the end of the table.

A small amount of appreciation runs through me at the blank faces the men hold. The previous judgment and apprehension are wiped clean from them.

Gage wraps his arm around Mikayla’s waist. “I’m not asking for your permission. She’s going to become mine regardless of what you say. But… it would mean a lot to me if you gave us your blessing. I know it might seem a bit odd given the circumstances, but Mikayla has always meant more to me. She never really felt like my sister.”

“And you want this fuckwad, Mik?” Bear nods toward Gage.

She smiles, snuggling into his chest. “I do.”

Scruff snorts, then smacks his lips. “Alright, get the show on the road.”

Gage glares at him and turns Mikayla so her back is facing them. His hand cups her face. “You trust me?”

“Always,” she replies instantaneously.

He pushes her to lie down on the table. Her head resting close to where I’m standing. Gage’s hands drift up her dress, resting at her thigh before his gaze locks on Scruff. “Clothes are staying on. She’s mine.”

Scruff grunts, waving at him to continue. And I bite back my smile. It isn’t required for Mikayla to be naked, and I’m struggling with them seeing her myself. So, I’m proud of my son's possessiveness.

Gage looks at me and then slides his hands up Mikayla's dress, pulling her panties down. She fidgets on the table, the nerves obvious as she holds her arms to her chest.

I lean forward. “You okay, princess?”

She nods, gasping when Gage’s hand disappears under her dress again.

His arm pistons between her legs as her eyes roll shut. My cock grows hard at the sound of her wet pussy, leaking all over my son's fingers.

He unbuckles his pants, having no shame in pulling out his cock and stroking it.

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