Page 17 of Medusa's Revenge

“Plan on cooking for me a lot?” She sits at the kitchen table, and I bring her the food as she sips her coffee. I also grab some glasses and orange juice.

“I hope I will be.” We eat in silence for a few minutes. I break the silence and ask what her plan for the day was.

“I need to get to the clubhouse and fix this mess.” She points to her hair, which makes me smile. “Then I need to head to the club. I’m bartending tonight. I need to do inventory.” She groans.

“Club? What businesses do you have? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“The Valkyries own Smitty’s dojo, but he runs it. I tried to give it to him, but he wanted nothing to do with the business side of things. We also have a BDSM sex club, which is where I’m working tonight. We also have a spa that offers hair, nails, and massages. We don’t offer happy endings. I also own 20 percent of Tanner’s Auto Body Shop.”

“So I just slept with the boss.” I tease her, making her laugh. “Wait, you own a sex club?”

“Yes. It’s not as dirty as people think. We don’t offer services. Couples come and explore their sexuality. Some rooms are soundproof, and some doors have a two-way mirror if you are into having people watch you.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “There’s also a club where you can dance and drink.”

“Is that profitable?” My curiosity peaked.

“Yeah. We get people from the big cities coming in. We are looking into buying some property to build a hotel for out-of-towners so they can drink, party, have some sex, and then stay the night. This town only has one bed and breakfast. We also offer classes for newbies in the BDSM world.”

“Are you into that?”

“Some aspects, yes. What about you?” She takes a bite of her omelet.

“I’ve never explored it, but I'm not against it. I might have to try some of the classes, so I don’t accidentally hurt you.” She blushes. Amelia’s phone rings, and she groans as she stands to find it. I point to the charger on the counter. She thanks me.

“What’s up?” She answers the phone and heads back to the table to finish eating. “I’m not at the clubhouse? You don’t say. Bubbles, I’m okay. I’m with our lawyer.” I wink at her. I point to her empty coffee mug, and she nods. I take her cup to grab her some more coffee. Amelia looks at me, “What time do you need to go to work?” I check my phone to see the time.

“In about an hour.” She tells Bubbles she’ll see her at the clubhouse in an hour, then hangs up with her. “Now, if we’re done with breakfast, how about we shower? I want to sink my cock inside that hot pussy one more time before I have to spend the day with your brother.” She nods, and I throw her over my shoulder, making her laugh even harder.

Shower sex isn’t always easy, but with her being almost a foot smaller than me, I’m able to hold her up in my arms just right to slam my cock into Amelia’s wet, hot pussy.

Chapter Fifteen

Medusa

I kiss Noah goodbye before climbing onto my motorcycle. I rev the engine and take off. My hair is a mess of wild curls thanks to no product in my hair after the sex and showers with this man. I can’t believe how my body is so alert right now. It’s like something awakened inside of me with his words and touches. I shake my head, trying to get the thoughts of last and this morning out, or I’ll need to go back and have him help me. My phone rings in my earbuds, letting me know my sister is calling.

“Hello?” I answer the call.

“Are you on your bike?” She chastises me as I find somewhere to pull into to talk to her.

“Hang on, I’m pulling into the grocery store parking lot to talk to you.” I shut my bike off once I’m parked. I lean against my bike to talk to her. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Classes are crazy right now.” There’s something in her tone I can’t quite define. I need not make it my business. Calm down, Amelia. “I was calling to see if you’ll be home this weekend. I need to grab some things.”

“What things? I can have TJ put them in his truck or grab my SUV to drop them off.”

“All of my stuff. I found a house with some friends. We’re all pitching in on the rent and bills. We have to furnish it ourselves. Is there any furniture you don’t want?” She sounds hopeful.

“No. I want all of the furniture in my house. I bought everything when I designed it.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll have to buy furniture. Can I borrow some money for that?” Again, sounding hopeful.

“No. I don’t have money to throw at you. You have your own money.”

“But you’ve been paying for my tuition. Why can't you help with this? It’s not like you’re hurting for money.”

“Michelle, it’s my money. I earned it. I’ve been giving you money for years. You have a savings account you’ve used for your trips over your breaks. I paid your tuition and board. If you’re not staying on campus, that’s on you.” I hold back my temper.

“Where is this coming from? You’ve always paid for everything. I don’t get it. Are you treating me this way because I didn’t attend the stupid sibling brunch?”

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