Page 38 of Single Mom’s Navy Seals (Claimed by the Alphas #2)
JAX
I lean back into the couch cushions, eyes following Ava’s movements around the small cabin.
It’s sweltering outside, the Nevada sun baking everything to a crisp.
Inside isn’t much better—the old air conditioning unit is struggling to push out lukewarm air.
Ava sighs, shifting on the opposite side of the couch.
She’s wearing these tiny shorts and a tank top that hugs her curves in ways that make my heart speed up just looking at her.
Ever since that night we shared with Liam and Cole, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head.
Quick, stolen kisses over the last few days haven’t been nearly enough.
Not when I know exactly how good she tastes.
She fans herself, the heat clearly getting to her. With a soft groan, she pushes off the couch and stretches, raising her arms overhead. The tank rides up, revealing a strip of bare skin above the waistband of those tiny shorts. My throat goes dry, heat pooling low in my stomach.
“I’m gonna run upstairs real quick,” she says casually, glancing over at me. “I left my sketchbook up there earlier.”
“Sure,” I respond easily, my voice sounding relaxed even though every muscle in my body tightens as I watch her walk away.
Her hips sway with each step, and I have to bite back a groan. The second she’s out of sight, I push myself off the couch, following behind her. I’m not even trying to pretend I’m not.
I pause briefly at the doorway to her room, leaning against the frame, my arms crossed loosely over my chest. She hasn’t noticed me yet since she’s too busy searching the floor around the bed, muttering to herself.
“Damn, where did I leave it?” she murmurs, frustration clear in her voice.
I grin, enjoying the view as she bends over, searching between the bed and the nightstand. A triumphant noise escapes her when she finally grabs her sketchbook, straightening quickly. When she turns around, her eyes widen, startled.
“Jesus, Jax,” she laughs breathlessly, pressing a hand to her chest. “Why are you following me?”
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I push away from the doorframe and step closer, letting my eyes roam over her. She flushes beneath my gaze, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.
“Jax?” she prompts again, biting at her lower lip.
I finally speak, my voice low, filled with promise. “Can’t stop thinking about the way you taste, Ava. I’ve been craving more of you ever since the other night.”
Her breathing hitches, her eyes widening just a bit more as my words sink in. “Have you now?”
I don’t bother responding verbally. Instead, I reach down and take her small hand in mine, guiding it firmly to the hard length of me pressing insistently against the fabric of my jeans. Her eyes darken, pupils dilating as her fingers instinctively tighten around me.
“Does that answer your question?” I murmur, stepping even closer to her.
She lets out a shaky breath, knees pressing together as desire flares visibly through her.
“Someone could come up here,” she whispers nervously, glancing briefly at the doorway behind me. “Eli or Cole…”
Liam is still in town, talking to Morales, so we know he won’t be the one to intrude. I choose not to respond verbally. Instead, I smirk, kicking the door closed behind me with my foot. The sound echoes in the quiet room, sealing us off from the rest of the cabin.
“Better hurry then.”
She hesitates just a second longer, conflict flickering briefly across her face.
Then, decisively, she pushes her shorts down over her hips, kicking them aside impatiently.
Her shirt stays on, the thin fabric clinging enticingly to her curves.
She backs toward the bed, sinking down onto the mattress, eyes locked on mine.
She props herself up on her elbows, watching me, a playful challenge clear in her gaze.
“Tell me what you want,” she says, raising one brow teasingly.
A groan slips from my lips as I step toward her, eyes locked on the inviting sight she makes on the bed. “You know exactly what I want. Spread those gorgeous legs for me.”
Her cheeks flush deeper, but a wicked little smile curves her lips as she complies, pulling her knees up and apart, revealing herself to me completely.
My pulse races furiously, every nerve ending ignited by the sight.
In seconds, I’m moving forward, lowering myself onto the bed, settling comfortably between her spread thighs.
Her scent hits me hard—sweet and earthy, like wildflowers after a storm.
I press a soft kiss against her inner thigh, breathing in her sweet scent, savoring the shiver that races through her body.
“Jax,” she whispers breathlessly, arching toward my touch. “We have to hurry.”
“Relax,” I murmur against her skin, smiling at her urgency. “I’m good under pressure.”
Ava laughs, her breath coming quicker as she threads her fingers through my hair, guiding me closer.
I feel her entire body tense with anticipation, her thighs parting even wider in a silent plea.
The heat radiating from her sends a surge of hunger through me, a desire so intense I can barely hold myself back.
Leaning in, I press a soft, teasing kiss to the inside of her thigh, savoring the way her muscles tremble beneath my lips.
Her breathing hitches again, her fingers tightening their grip on my hair, urging me to move faster.
But I take my time, letting my breath ghost across her sensitive skin, enjoying every moment of her quiet desperation.
“Jax,” she whispers, her voice strained and filled with longing, “stop teasing me.”
I grin against her skin, pressing another lingering kiss closer to where she wants me most. “Oh, but teasing is half the fun, sweetheart,” I murmur playfully, letting the words brush intimately against her, eliciting another soft gasp.
Deciding she’s had enough torment—for now—I finally give in, my mouth pressing fully against her heated center.
The taste of her hits my tongue, sweet and utterly addictive, sending my senses reeling.
I close my eyes, immersing myself fully in the sensations, savoring every hitch of her breath, every gentle roll of her hips as she moves instinctively against my mouth.
My tongue explores her at first, tracing careful patterns around the most sensitive parts of her until I learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Her body tells me everything—every gasp, every moan guiding me, driving me to deepen my attentions, building her pleasure steadily, deliberately.
Her fingers twist more insistently into my hair as I quicken my pace, my tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that matches her building tension.
Ava’s hips rock harder now, her breaths coming in sharp, broken cries, each one sounding more desperate and beautiful than the last. My hands grip her thighs firmly, holding her still as I intensify my movements, pushing her steadily toward the edge.
I can feel the precise moment she loses control, her body stiffening beneath me, her voice breaking as she gasps out my name, shuddering against me in sweet, overwhelming pleasure.
“God, Jax,” Ava moans breathlessly, her voice strained with release, her thighs trembling beneath my grip. “Don’t stop—please, right there.”
I hum my approval against her, feeling her shivers ripple through her body.
I don’t relent, keeping my mouth pressed firmly to her as I carry her through wave after wave of sensation, drawing out her pleasure until her body goes completely limp beneath me.
Only then do I pull back, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to her inner thigh as I watch her catch her breath.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark and dazed, and her chest rises and falls in a quick, uneven rhythm.
“Wow,” she murmurs, her voice filled with amazement and gentle laughter as she looks down at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “You really weren’t kidding about being good under pressure.”
I chuckle, moving back up her body until we’re face to face again. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I offer her a playful grin.
“Told you, sweetheart. Pleasure’s my specialty.”
We get dressed, both of us laughing as we straighten our clothes and smooth our hair. Just as we’re stepping out of her bedroom, the sound of rapid footsteps echoes from the stairs. Eli’s energetic voice precedes him, Cole’s steady footfalls right behind.
Ava freezes, eyes wide as Cole appears at the top of the stairs, Eli bouncing excitedly beside him. Cole takes one long look at us, an amused smirk curving his lips as he shakes his head.
“Really?” he asks, amusement clear in his eyes. “Could you two be any less subtle?”
Ava flushes deeply, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. “What?”
Cole rolls his eyes dramatically, and his smirk deepens. “Never mind. I’ll be sure to cash in my own fun later.”
He steps past us, patting my shoulder with exaggerated sympathy as he guides Eli toward his room down the hall.
I chuckle, shaking my head at Ava’s mortified expression. “Relax. He knew exactly what he was signing up for.”
She laughs, her embarrassment fading as she meets my eyes. “This is still new territory for me, Jax.”
“For all of us,” I remind her, brushing a strand of hair away from her flushed cheek. “But we’re figuring it out together.”
She smiles, relaxing fully into my touch, nodding in agreement. “Yeah. We are.”
As we walk toward the stairs, I glance back once more, realizing how perfectly she fits into our lives and knowing, without a doubt, that I won’t ever let anything take her away from us.
But just as we reach the bottom of the staircase, my phone buzzes insistently in my pocket, a message from Liam flashing across the screen.
“Something’s up. We need to talk. Now.”