The sun is barely starting to press against the sky when I feel Everly stirring beside me.

I haven’t let a woman sleep in my bed in a very long time. As I lie here and stare at the ceiling, I realize that it wasn’t strange at all to bring her into my room and hold her like this. Mercifully, Alexa slept through the night, and is still asleep.

I slip out of bed, making sure Everly isn’t fully awake yet, and sneak into Alexa’s room. I stand near the crib for a moment, watching her little body breathing slowly and steadily, still clearly asleep. I don’t want to wake her, but I had the urge to come look at her, and I couldn’t deny it.

I should feel angry. I know I should want to hunt down Spencer right now and kill him if I didn’t already. I probably broke most of the bones in his fucking face last night, and he deserved it all. I should want to end it.

But I don’t. Not because that fucking shit doesn’t deserve it, but because I feel strangely at peace. Maybe it was Everly’s body pressed close against mine last night, or maybe it’s the way I feel when I look at Alexa, but that intensely burning anger just isn’t there.

I feel content. I don’t think I’ve ever felt content in my entire life. That’s why I’ve always been striving for more, needing more success and fame and money. Even this charity shelter thing is because I’m never content with anything. I always want to push and get to that next level no matter what.

But with Everly… things just feel easier. I loved having her close against me last night. It felt so good, so intimate, in a way that I haven’t experienced in a while. I’ve been shutting people out of my life for a lot of reasons. Mostly I’m sick of people trying to use me for my money. But this feels right, and I know I can’t deny the truth that I’m starting to feel.

Everly is special. She’s important. The fact that she went out there last night and put herself in danger for me just speaks volumes of the kind of person she is. I can’t keep going on, pretending like I’m not falling deeply, insanely in love with her.

I don’t know how to tell her that, not yet at least. Spencer is still a problem, though I’m not worried about it anymore. I think he’s likely more afraid of us than we are of him, and I suspect he’s going to make this easy on everyone.

But we’ll see. I can’t predict the future. I didn’t see Spencer coming from the beginning, so he may have more surprises up his sleeve.

I step out of Alexa’s room and pad softly back to my bed. As I shut my door, Everly sits up and look at me.

“Hey,” she says softly.

Her long dark hair spills down around her and I feel something stir inside of me.

“Hey,” I say back, walking over to the bed. I climb in next to her and she rolls toward me, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

“You let me sleep over,” she says.

“I did.” I smirk at her. “You snore.”

“No, I don’t.” She blushes though and smiles.

“Okay, you don’t. But I liked having you in my bed.”

“You did?” She cocks her head a little bit.

“Are you surprised?”

“I guess so,” she admits. “You haven’t invited me in here yet, you know.”

“I know. I just… I thought you’d want it that way.”

“I didn’t.” She doesn’t break eye contact, and I know what she’s trying to say.

I gently take her chin and kiss her slow and deep.

She reacts instantly to my touch. Our kissing gets deeper, fuller, but we’re both in a hurry. We both know that Alexa can wake up any second, and we don’t have much time.

I pull her over on top of me. She takes off her bra and I tease her breasts as she leans over and kisses me. My cock is so fucking hard, and I can feel her warm pussy slowly grinding against my length.

I roll over, pressing her back down on the bed. I slide along her body and grab her panties before taking them off and tossing them on the floor. I kiss her inner thigh as I move up her leg and finally find her wet clit.

“This is the first time you’ve touched me indoors,” she says.

I smirk up at her. “Is it?”

She nods and gasps as I gently suck her clit. “I like it.”

“I think I prefer the great outdoors.”

She laughs but that quickly turns into a moan as I sink two fingers deep inside of her. I slowly piston them in and out as I suck her clit, wanting to get her closer and closer before fucking her.

I move back and take off my boxer briefs. She spreads her legs wide as I sink myself slowly inside of her.

Before, we were fucking because we couldn’t stop ourselves. It was like something came over us, and we were animals, fucking intensely. This is different though. This is slower, more sensual, more intimate.

But it feels just as fucking good. I fuck her deeper, pulling her legs wider as my other hand grabs her hair. She grinds her hips against mine, rolling herself along my hard cock as I spread her and fuck her deep.

“God, Logan,” she whispers. “I love feeling you. I love having you inside of me. You don’t know how badly I needed this.”

“I need it every day,” I say back to her, looking in her eyes. “I need you.”

I start to fuck her harder as pleasure courses through me. It’s a pleasure tinged with deep and serious caring, the sort of thing I don’t think I’ve ever really felt if I’m honest with myself. Fucking Everly is different, and I think we both know it.

I can feel my orgasm already building, and I know she’s close too. Her moans get deeper and fuller, a little bit louder. I have to press my hand over her mouth as I fuck her faster and deeper. I can’t risk her waking up Alexa, not when we’re so close.

“Come for me,” I whisper to her. “Come on, come for me. You dirty fucking girl.”

She gasps and tenses as I slam into her. The orgasm rips through her, making her whole body tense and shiver. I come not long later, my whole body exploding with intense pleasure.

We collapse onto the bed together and I wrap my arms around her. It feels good to be warm and comfortable with her. I pull her against my chest and breathe in the smell of her hair.

“She’s going to be up soon,” Everly says.

“I know. I can handle her.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “Positive. You can sleep in later, if you want.”

She doesn’t say anything for a second. “We still have to deal with Spencer,” she says finally.

“I have a plan,” I say.

“Oh, really?”

I smirk at her. “Why would that surprise you?”

“I guess it shouldn’t anymore,” she says. “You always have a plan.”

“And my plans are always perfect.”

She laughs and playfully nudges me. Just then, the sound of crying comes over the baby monitor.

“That’s my cue,” I say, and roll away from Everly.

She pouts. “I wish we could stay in bed all morning.”

“Me too. But the baby calls.”

“I know.” She stretches like a cat, gorgeous and perfect.

“I’ll be back soon. Let me get her settled.”

“’Kay.” She rolls over. “Just don’t wake me.”

I pull on shorts and a t-shirt before leaving the room, a smile on my face.

Normally, taking care of Alexa in the morning is difficult. Normally I’m exhausted and not quite awake yet. But today it’s not to bad. For some reason, today everything seems decent.