“Did she just take the whole coffee pot as her sipee cup?” Rigid laughed.
“Sure as shit did,” Meg called. “Also, can you be a dear and bring me a plate of food, Rigid?”
“Are we really going to let her think this is normal?” Rigid asked Cyn.
Cyn shrugged. “I mean, at this point, isn’t it? After how many years of someone being amazing like that, does it become normal? I think I would be shocked if she hadn’t made the coffee pot into a giant juice box.”
I grabbed the mountain of bacon and sausage I had fried up and set it next to the French toast.
Cyn had a point. I was new to being around Meg, but even I had the feeling that what had just happened was normal.
Frost stumbled into the kitchen and ran his fingers through his hair. “Coffee?” Frost grunted.
Cyn snorted. “You might want to check with your auntie about that.”
“I think the coffee is gone for the day.” Rigid held up his cup. “Should have gotten out here a lot sooner now that Meg is back.”
“She drank all of the coffee?” Frost curled his lip and shook his head. “But why?”
I grabbed the cup I had managed to pour before Meg rolled through. “I’m willing to share mine for a price.”
Cyn pointed at me. “There ya go. Your woman is more than willing to give you some of hers.”
Frost grabbed my cup and pressed it to his lips. “Is there a story I missed while I slept?”
I nodded and grabbed a stack of plates from the cabinet. “Yes. Though it happened so fast, I’m still processing it.” Candles, lady porn, and coffee pot sipee cup all happened in a matter of minutes.
Frost grabbed a plate. “Well, then, I better grab a plate before hurricane Meg comes through again.” He slapped four pieces of French toast on his plate, and I tossed five links of sausage and a couple of slices of bacon on top.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Mornin’, darlin’.”
His whiskers brushed against my cheek, and I regretted waking up so early to come make breakfast. Tomorrow, I was going to stay in bed a little bit longer to see what those whiskers felt like on the inside of my thighs.
“Hey, handsome,” I whispered. I could do this every morning. The first days in the clubhouse had been a little rocky since everyone was adjusting to the club girls being here, but now things were starting to feel better.
The whole club was back together.
The club girls were rallying around each other after Pam’s death.
And the best thing was Royal would be here today.
I only had to wait a little bit longer before she was home.
“What’s that little smile for?” Frost asked.
I shrugged. “I guess I just see a possible light at the end of the tunnel.” It was way far off in the distance, but there was a sliver of light shining with Royal being safe after today. “Go eat. You’re holding up the line.” I nodded to the crowd that was milling around in the common area. It was only a matter of time before they moved into the kitchen and devoured breakfast.
“You and your girl need to stop getting mushy in front of the food,” Rigid complained.
“Rigid,” Meg called. “I’m feeling famished.”
Cyn snorted. “I don’t know how it happened, but you better get Meg her food, baby. You’ve become her cabana boy for the day.”
“How?” Rigid shouted. “How in the hell did I get put into this situation? I tried to help her to get a cup of coffee. I wasn’t the one who stole it out of her hands, was I, Cyn?”
Cyn shrugged and sipped her coffee. “I can’t remember it well.”
Rigid shook his head and grabbed a plate. “Well, I bet you’ll remember just fine when I’m paddling your butt later.”