27. EVERLEE – POWER TO THE PUSSY
EVERLEE – POWER TO THE PUSSY
I lied.
I didn’t just close my eyes until I hit the water. In fact, I don’t even remember the water.
When I open my eyes, I’m in a tangle of arms and legs, but I don’t move. This is my life right now. Arms, legs, and lots of dicks.
Knox shifts beside me, so I turn toward him. His lashes lift, blinking himself awake, and when his gaze lands on me, a smile curls on his lips. His fingers slip through my hair, tender and unhurried, as he leans forward and gently presses a kiss to my forehead. “Good morning, beautiful.”
My cheeks ache from the wide, unshakeable curve of my lips, and a bright warmth spreads through my chest.
“You want to get some breakfast and let them sleep?” he asks, leaving his hand on my cheek.
I give a slow nod.
He rolls out of the bed, and I slide out from under Emmett’s arm, grabbing Knox’s hand as I stand. My muscles are a little sore, like if you ran five miles when you’re used to running five feet, but nothing too bad. I’ll just do some stretching today to see if that helps.
Knox shows me to the room where my closet is, and I slip on a pair of some of the softest joggers I’ve ever felt and a loose-fitting t-shirt. The bathroom has all the essentials, so I quickly brush my teeth and hair, then pull it back in a ponytail.
When I get downstairs, Knox is waiting for me, wearing gray sweatpants and a gray hoodie, looking so damn delicious. How is this my life?
“You ready?” he asks, holding his hand out.
“Yes.” I smile, reaching to grab it.
He writes a quick note and leaves it on the counter, letting them know we’ll be back soon.
We walk down the sidewalk hand in hand to a small bakery on the corner and grab coffees and teas and an assortment of bagels, donuts, and muffins.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Fine.”
He cuts his eyes at me and drops his voice. “Ali?”
“I’m a little sore, but overall, I’m good.”
He shifts the bag of baked goods to his other arm and reaches for my hand. It’s a gentle gesture that melts my heart.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He studies me for a moment, a brief shimmer of emotion surfacing in his eyes before he blinks it away, replacing it with a warm chuckle and a practiced smile. “I’m always good.” He squeezes my hand.
I don’t press him, but simply walk beside him, my hand wrapped in his, giving him a quiet squeeze that says everything I don’t.
When we get back to the house, all the guys are in the kitchen waiting for us. They’re sporting disheveled hair, wearing joggers or sweats low on their hips, and no shirts. I swear I can hear a choir singing in my head.
My gaze falls on Emmett. “I’m sure this won’t be anywhere close to what you could make, but it’s my kind of cooking.” I laugh.
“It’s perfect.” He slips his arm around me and kisses my temple.
“I can cook a few excellent dishes, though. Maybe one night this week I’ll cook for you all. We can have an early dinner before you have to head out to Vixen.”
“I like the sound of you here cooking dinner,” Emmett says, then corrects, “Not the whole domestic woman cooking dinner thing, just that you’ll be here. I’m all for women’s rights. Power to the pussy.” He thrusts both fists in the air.
“Way to make it awkward,” Jax chimes, grabbing some syrups and creamers for the coffees.
Callum digs into the cabinet and pulls out a long serving dish while Knox and I unload our cakey spoils.
We all sit around the island, talking, eating breakfast, and just enjoying the casual conversation, and it’s at this moment I know this is how I want every morning.
I knew it before on some other level, but now…
it’s entwined in every fiber of my being, like it’s been baked within my DNA to be here with them.
Waking up in their arms. Eating breakfast with them. Getting ready for work with them. I want it all.