Page 36 of Single Mom’s Navy Seals (Claimed by the Alphas #2)

LIAM

S team fills the tiny bathroom, fogging the mirror as I stand under the scalding spray, eyes closed, letting the hot water beat down on my shoulders. It’s quiet enough in the cabin this early that I can hear the distant sounds of horses outside drifting through the half-open window.

Usually, I wouldn’t be getting ready to go anywhere at this time of the afternoon. After days of adjusting to this new normal, we’ve slipped into a sort of routine that feels more natural than breathing now.

For almost two decades, Cole and Jax have been my brothers, the only family I knew or wanted, yet now it seems obvious.

We’d always been missing something vital.

Ava and Eli have filled in the gaps we never knew existed.

I’d spent so long focusing on protecting Cole and Jax, I’d nearly forgotten how good it feels to care for someone new.

Today, though, our ritual is definitely being broken. Morales’s text last night had been short and to the point: “Need a secure line. Call me tomorrow.”

I rinse off the shampoo, watching suds spiral down the drain. I run my hands through my wet hair, tilting my head back, exhaling hard. The heat helps. But not enough. Not when I can’t stop thinking about her.

The door creaks softly behind me. I freeze.

Through the steam, I hear it—bare feet on tile. And then I feel her.

Ava.

Her hands slide around my waist from behind, soft palms pressing against my stomach, her body flush against my back. She’s warm despite the chill of the room, and her breath brushes my shoulder as she whispers, “Thought you could use some company.”

A low growl catches in my throat.

I turn slowly, water cascading between us, revealing her completely naked, flushed from the heat, and watching me like she’s starving.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I murmur, my voice hoarse.

She steps forward anyway, her hands sliding up my chest. “You don’t seem all that upset about it.”

“I’m not.” My hands go to her hips, pulling her against me roughly. “I’ve just been trying to behave.”

“Don’t.” Her eyes flicker up to mine, pupils wide with desire. “I don’t want you to.”

That’s all it takes.

I slam her back gently against the cool tile, my mouth crashing down on hers, all tongue and teeth and heat.

She moans into the kiss, arching into me like she’s starving for this.

For me. I grip the back of her thigh and lift her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist, her slick skin sliding against mine as the water beats down on us.

I drag my lips from her mouth down to her jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. I bite down hard, earning a gasp, then soothe the sting with my tongue.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” I growl, licking down her throat. “Walking around in that little sundress, acting so fucking innocent.”

She whimpers, nails digging into my shoulders. “I wasn’t trying to?—”

“Bullshit,” I bite out, sucking a bruise into the curve of her collarbone. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Her breath hitches as I lower my mouth to her breasts, sucking one nipple between my lips, tongue flicking over it until she arches violently against me. I switch to the other, giving it the same attention, nipping it just enough to make her gasp.

I pull back to look at her, her skin flushed, mouth parted, eyes glazed. “You’re soaking wet,” I mutter, dragging my fingers between her legs, stroking her slowly. “And it’s not just the shower.”

Ava shudders. “Liam…”

I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her slit, teasing her until she whines in frustration.

“Beg for it,” I say darkly, hand gripping her thigh tightly. “Tell me how bad you need me.”

Her breath shakes. “Please… I need you inside me. Now.”

I thrust into her in one hard, smooth motion, bottoming out and groaning at how tight she is. Her body clamps around me, welcoming every inch.

“Fuck,” she gasps, head falling back against the tile.

I don’t give her time to adjust. I slam into her again, rough and deep, making her cry out.

“Say my name,” I growl against her ear, picking up the pace.

“Liam,” she moans, her voice breaking. “Oh my God—Liam.”

The rhythm builds—fast, punishing, desperate. Our bodies slap together under the pounding water, every thrust forcing breathy gasps from her mouth. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her ass as I drive harder.

“You feel that?” I snarl. “That’s what you do to me. I’ve been aching for this.”

She trembles around me, her walls pulsing. “I’m—I’m gonna come?—”

“Not yet.” I slow down just enough to make her whimper, dragging out the tension, grinding against her clit with each deep thrust. “You come when I say.”

Her eyes roll back. “Liam, please…”

I bite her shoulder, holding her right on the edge. “You’re mine,” I growl, pounding into her again. “You hear me, Ava? Mine.”

“Yours,” she chokes out, completely undone.

“Now,” I command.

She falls apart around me with a broken cry, her whole body spasming as I fuck her through it. The feel of her clenching, shaking, and sobbing my name—it’s too much.

I snap.

I bury myself deep and come with a roar, vision white-hot, the orgasm tearing through me like lightning. Her body milks every last pulse from me until I finally sag against her, both of us trembling, panting, still tangled under the stream of water.

For a long moment, the only sounds are the water, our heavy breaths, and the pounding of my heart.

Then I lean in, kiss her lips slow and filthy.

“Well,” she finally breathes, a sly smile curving her lips. “That was a nice surprise.”

I chuckle darkly, brushing wet hair from her face. “You ambushed me in the shower, Ava.”

“Worked, didn’t it?”

I kiss her again—slower this time. “Next time, I’m dragging you in.”

Ava steps out of the shower, cheeks flushed from the heat and what we just did.

Her towel hangs low on her hips, clinging damply to her curves as she pads toward the mirror.

She unwinds another towel to wrap her hair, arms lifting to squeeze water from the ends.

The motion makes her breasts lift, and her back arch just slightly.

It’s unintentional. But it’s lethal.

I’m behind her before I can stop myself, grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against me.

She gasps. “Liam?—”

“I’m not done with you.” My voice is a gravel-dragged growl in her ear. I press her forward against the bathroom counter, her palms catching the edge for balance. “You thought you could walk out here like that and not get touched again?”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn't pull away. She arches for me.

I yank the towel from her hips in one rough tug, baring her entirely. I touch her and she’s already wet again—warm and ready, her thighs slick with want. I reach between her legs, fingers sliding through her folds, slow and deliberate.

She lets out a helpless moan.

“I love how responsive you are,” I murmur against her neck, kissing just below her ear. “Every time I touch you, it’s like your body remembers who it belongs to.”

I drop to my knees behind her, gripping her thighs as I lower my mouth to her. From behind, she’s even more exposed, and I take my time—licking her slowly from underneath, my tongue teasing and circling her clit while she braces against the counter with trembling arms.

“Oh my God,” she chokes out, already rocking her hips back into me.

I flatten my tongue and drag it up again, then suck hard, making her legs shake.

Her moans echo off the tile, wild and messy.

“You love this,” I growl against her, my voice vibrating between her thighs. “Being bent over for me. Letting me ruin you.”

“Yes,” she gasps, voice cracking. “Liam, please…”

I reach up, one hand gripping her ass while the other snakes between her legs to tease her entrance with two fingers. She clenches around me as I push in slowly, my tongue still working her clit with calculated pressure.

The angle drives her mad. Her cries turn urgent, her body jerking as I curl my fingers and keep licking her until she’s shaking.

“Don’t stop—don’t you dare?—”

“I’m not stopping until you come,” I whisper, teeth grazing her skin. “Hard.”

And she does. Loud, messy, raw. Her legs nearly buckle, body convulsing against my mouth and hand as I draw every bit of her climax out of her.

But I’m not finished.

As she pants and whimpers, I rise to my feet, sliding my fingers from her and gripping her waist again. I bend over her, kissing the sweat-slick skin of her back as I grind against her ass, hard and throbbing.

“I’m going to fuck you again,” I growl, lining myself up. “Right here. Right now.”

“God, yes,” she whimpers.

And I do—driving into her from behind in one long, slow thrust. Her moan is sharp and desperate. I grip her hips and set a deep rhythm, her breath fogging up the mirror in front of her. But it’s not the steam that has me transfixed—it’s her reflection.

The way her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. The bounce of her breasts with every stroke. The wildness in her eyes as she stares at herself—at us.

“Look at that,” I growl, my lips brushing her ear. “You watching how good I make you feel?”

Ava’s gaze stays locked on the mirror. Then, slowly, deliberately, she lifts one hand from the counter and cups her breast, fingers pinching her nipple until she gasps.

My rhythm stutters. “Fuck.”

Her other hand rises, slipping two fingers into her mouth. She sucks on them, eyes still on mine in the mirror, cheeks flushed and lips parted in sinful invitation.

“Jesus, Ava…” I slam into her harder, her tight heat clenching around me. “You’re gonna break me.”

Her fingers slide down between her legs, teasing herself where I’m buried inside her.

The image nearly undoes me—her, bent over and taking me deep, touching herself like that, watching it happen.

I lean in closer, voice thick and guttural. “You feel how deep I am? You see what you do to me?”

She moans, nodding frantically. “Liam, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”