Page 17 of The Club Princess

Talia scoffs. “Come on, Gage. You can’t supposedly be happy that your club knocked up your sister.”

“Shut up, Talia. You’re jealous that none of the guys wanted you. You were always the first to talk about how hot they were.” My fists clench.

“And for the record, I am happy. I love Mikayla, and I’ll love our child.” Gage says, his tone leaving no argument.

“Isn’t he your brother?” another voice exclaims, and I only just notice the man standing next to Talia, their hands clasped together. I glance at that and then at Sean’s face. The skin on his neck turns red, and he lets go of her. Talia scowls at him before turning back to us.

“Gage, really?”

I smirk, moving to grab onto Gage’s arm. “He even made me his old lady.”

Talia flinches, knowing exactly the many times she had gushed about being Gage’s old lady. Though she was my best friend then, I never liked that she had set her eyes on Gage. It was one of the reasons I stupidly tried to kiss him at sixteen, needing to stake a forbidden claim before Talia tried.

“Wait, you got knocked up by your brother?” Sean exclaims.

Gage goes rigid, and I’m tempted to let him kick the judgmental prick’s ass.

“He’s not my real brother, dumbass.”

Talia laughs. “Might as well have been. I mean, he took you to school more times than Shaw ever did.”

Gage pushes me behind him and steps closer to the two people I once considered friends. “You got something to say, you say it to me. Got it? You keep your goddamn mouths shut to Mikayla because I swear to god, if I find out you guys upset her, I’ll fucking kill you.”

My eyes widen. I grab his hand. “He’s joking.”

Sean pales, pulling Talia away from us. “We won’t say anything to Mikayla. Don’t come near us, or I’ll call the police.” He pulls on Talia harder when she goes to speak, jerking her across the street.

“You can’t just threaten people,” I hiss.

Gage faces me, his eyes still hard with anger. “I didn’t like what they were saying, especially to you.”

I smile, stepping into his chest, and his arm wraps around me. “It doesn’t matter what people say, okay? It doesn’t bother me. At the end of the day, it's just me, you, and the baby.”

He sighs. “You still want to get more shopping done, or you want to go home?”

“Home. I think that’s enough peopling today.”

Shaw

Gagelooksupfromthe couch where he’s lounging with a book as I walk in the back door. I nod toward the stairs. “She asleep?”

“Yeah, she had an eventful day and took some medication.”

I pause. “Like medication to stay asleep?” My cock hardens at the idea lingering in my mind.

Gage raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

Grinning, I head up the steps to their room and hear Gage quietly following behind me. When I open the door to the room, the moonlight drifting from the window gives Mikayla a luminous look over her bare skin. The white panties glow, and the tight tank leaves nothing to the imagination.

I tilt my head as I step closer to the bed, thankful she has opted to sleep over the covers. Climbing into the bed, I push her legs apart and turn her more onto her back.

She sighs, moving easily. Gage comes to stand near the pillows, watching her with the same admiration as me.

“Our whore whenever we want, right?”

He grins, his heated gaze sliding down her body with a more provocative appreciation. “She’s probably all wound up too. She wanted to get off before bed, but I told her no.”

Raising an eyebrow, I take my shirt and jeans off, leaving me in my tight briefs. “You told her no?”

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