“Yeah, but it doesn’t have my name on it. Shit. Did I forget to…yeah. I did.” He grimaces. “Sorry, Sage. I have a new one for you back at home.” His cheeks darken. “If you’re okay with wearing my name, I guess.”
“Brady,” I murmur, reaching up to cup the back of hisneck, tugging him down for another kiss. “I would be honoured.”
“Yeah?” He dips his head to the side, bringing his lips to my ear. “You know what it means when you start wearing my jersey?”
“What?” I say quietly back, feeling a shiver work up my spine.
“It means you’re mine.”
I suck in a breath, that shiver settling low in my core. “Does that mean you’re mine?”
“I already am, Hurricane.”
31
BRADY
“And no funnybusiness while we’re here. The last thing I need is to be traumatized hearing my older brother’s sex noises.” Blair does an exaggerated shudder as Barrett groans quietly from the back seat. I grip the steering wheel tighter, keeping my gaze trained on the road.
“Blair. Enough.” I’m impressed with how calm my voice sounds. “Obviously, I’m not so disrespectful that I’d do something like that. And remember, you wanted to come this weekend to meet Sage. So whatever happens, you asked for it.”
She goes to open her mouth again, and I lift one hand off the wheel and hold it up to her.
“No. That’s it. We’re not talking anymore about what I may or may not do with Sage in front of you. She’s my girlfriend and the mother of my child. If I want to hug her, or kiss her, or hold her hand in front of you, you’re going to have to deal with it. Aren’t you the one always insisting you’re an adult now?”
Barrett snorts in the back seat. “He’s got you there.”
I come to a stop at a red light and look over at my sister, only to see her looking smug, with her hands folded on her lap.
“What?” I ask gruffly.
“You called her your girlfriend.”
I let out a frustrated sigh, the kind only a big brother can do. “That’s what you got out of all this?”
“Yup,” she replies, popping thep. “I’m happy.”
A few minutes later, after her rambling on about some drama in her dorm, we pull up in front of my building. Blair hops out, and without even offering to take any of her stuff inside, she beelines for the front door.
“I regret ever giving you guys keys,” I mutter as Barrett and I unload the trunk and follow her inside.
By the time we catch up, she’s already in the elevator, tapping her foot impatiently. I guess we should be grateful she at least held the car for us.
“Come on!”
Upstairs, we spill out of the elevator and Blair walks swiftly down the hall. Without even knocking, she turns the handle and bursts into my apartment.
“Oh my God,” I groan. And I thought Sage was like a hurricane?
When Barrett and I get to the apartment, we find Blair and Sage locked in a hug. Over Blair’s shoulder, I can see Sage’s surprise. Her gaze meets mine, and her eyes widen for a second before she laughs and pulls back.
“Wow, what a greeting.”
I walk up to her and kiss her head. “That’s Blair for you. And this is Barrett.” I gesture to my brother, who walks up far more calmly and holds out his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sage.”
“You too, Barrett. I’m sorry you have to take the couch this weekend.”
