Page 40 of Single Mom’s Navy Seals (Claimed by the Alphas #2)

AVA

E li’s breathing has finally evened out, soft and steady against my shoulder, letting me know he’s truly asleep this time. Carefully, I slip my arm out from beneath him, holding my breath when he shifts. Thankfully, he settles without waking.

I stand, easing my weight off the bed, and tiptoe out of the room, leaving the door cracked just in case he calls out.

A quick glance at my watch tells me I’ve been in there longer than expected, trying to get him down for a nap.

The afternoon sun already filters through the hallway windows, casting warm shadows along the walls as I make my way downstairs.

When I reach the living room, it’s surprisingly quiet.

The entire house feels empty with only the sounds coming from the faint hum of the fridge and the ticking of the old wall clock.

My brow furrows slightly. It’s unusual for the guys to all vanish at once.

I glance around, feeling oddly unsettled by the stillness, and move toward the front door, stepping out onto the porch.

The porch is empty too. I peer around the side of the cabin but see no one. Curiosity piqued, I turn, heading around the back. As I approach, I hear a series of faint, muted pops that I recognize—gunshots. But softer, suppressed. They must be using silencers.

Rounding the corner, I spot them behind the house, standing shoulder-to-shoulder. Liam, Cole, and Jax are all focused intently as they aim their pistols toward a row of cans lined atop the wooden fence.

I pause at the corner, watching. There’s an effortless precision in their movements, a disciplined rhythm as they take turns firing at the cans, knocking each one neatly from the fence.

It’s impressive, watching how steady they hold their weapons, their calm, controlled breaths.

Something about the sight reassures me even more.

They’ve been acting slightly strange since Liam spoke with Morales yesterday.

None of them offered details, and I didn’t press, sensing they were deliberately shielding me from something.

My gut tells me it’s about Randy. Maybe Morales had news, and they were afraid of upsetting me or triggering old fears.

The funny thing is, for the first time, I’m not afraid.

Not even a little. These three men make me feel safer than I’ve ever felt in my life.

I’ve been living under constant fear for years, always anticipating the next crisis.

But here, with them, that anxiety has simply faded away.

They’ve given me something I’ve never had—security.

It’s still hard to fully trust, but they’re teaching me, one gentle step at a time.

It’s been almost two weeks since we fell into this unconventional arrangement, and not a single day has felt wrong or strained.

Instead, it’s felt natural and truly right, even.

Each moment with them has felt easy and natural.

The idea of them suddenly disappearing no longer lurks in the back of my mind.

I’m no longer bracing myself for loss. It’s oddly freeing, not worrying about tomorrow or questioning what comes next.

The more I watch them, the more I realize how deeply they’ve become part of my life.

Not just as protectors or friends, but as something deeper, woven seamlessly into the fabric of my world.

I never imagined feeling this way again, not after Randy, not after everything. But I do, and it’s incredible.

Lost in thought, I barely notice when Jax glances over his shoulder, his gaze meeting mine. A smile immediately spreads across his face.

“Ava,” he calls, waving me over. “Come here.”

Liam and Cole turn, lowering their weapons, matching smiles on their faces. I walk toward them, feeling oddly shy now that I've been caught observing.

“What are you guys up to?” I ask, nodding at the guns and targets. “Besides terrorizing innocent soda cans?”

“Just keeping sharp,” Liam replies easily, giving me a steady look. “Just staying sharp, in case things ever get serious.”

“You mentioned you could shoot,” Cole says, curiosity sparking in his gaze. “How good are you?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Nowhere near as impressive as you three, trust me. But yeah, I can shoot.”

“Show us what you got,” Jax challenges playfully, already stepping aside to make space for me.

“Alright,” I say, giving in with an amused sigh. Cole resets six new cans on the fence line, then hands me his pistol, his fingers brushing against mine. The cool weight of the gun settles comfortably in my grip.

Stepping forward, I take a deep breath, steadying myself as I line up the sights.

Carefully, methodically, I squeeze the trigger, feeling the subtle recoil as the first can tumbles backward off the fence.

My confidence grows with each shot, and when I lower the weapon, five out of the six cans are knocked cleanly away.

I turn around, raising a brow teasingly. “Not bad, right?”

Cole chuckles, clearly impressed. “Definitely not bad.”

“Let me show you something,” Liam says, and I try not to shiver at the feeling of his breath against my neck. “You’re good, but this will make you steadier.”

Liam steps close behind me. He places his hands gently but firmly on my hips, adjusting my stance, his chest brushing against my back as he guides my posture.

Heat rushes through me, pulse quickening as his touch lingers. I glance over my shoulder, and our faces are mere inches apart. The air between us thickens, charged with electricity.

Before I fully realize what I'm doing, my free hand reaches back, resting against his chest. Liam leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that sends sparks racing down my spine. It’s brief but potent, and when we pull apart, I’m breathing faster, my heart hammering in my chest.

A slow, teasing whistle comes from Jax. “Seems like target practice just got a whole lot more interesting.”

Cole shakes his head, chuckling. “Upstairs to Liam’s room, maybe?”

Liam looks down at me, one eyebrow raised in silent question. My heart skips a beat, warmth pooling low in my stomach. I nod, my voice steady and clear.

“Yes.”

Without another word, Jax picks up the weapons, unloading them and packing them up in a safe on the ground at his feet.

Cole grabs the safe when it closes, and when Liam threads his fingers through mine, they are guiding me toward the cabin.

My pulse races with anticipation, excitement dancing along my nerves.

We climb the stairs, my breath quickening as we reach Liam’s room. He closes the door behind us, and immediately, eyes are locked firmly onto mine, everyone filled with intensity and promise.

I barely have time to prepare myself before Liam’s lips are on mine.

When his lips hit mine, there’s nothing tentative about it.

No teasing. Just heat and command, like he’s been holding back for days and finally decided to stop pretending.

His hands grip my hips with quiet authority, pulling me flush against him as he kisses me like he owns the moment. Like he owns me.

It sends a jolt straight through my core.

I don’t even think before kissing him back, matching his urgency.

My hands slide up his chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt before slipping under the hem.

I need more, more skin, more weight, more pressure.

I want all of them, but right now, it’s Liam setting the pace, and that does something to me I can’t explain.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to tug the oversized shirt off me and drop it to the floor, his eyes dragging over every inch of my now bare skin like he’s memorizing it.

“You’re not allowed to hide from us anymore,” he says, his voice rough. “Not like this.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is back on me, at my throat, my collarbone, his hands already pushing my panties down and off like he’s stripping away my hesitation with them. I’m naked before I can blink, lying back on the bed as Liam trails hot, open-mouthed kisses between my breasts.

A hand finds mine, Cole, and I glance over, breathless.

His expression is calm, but there’s fire behind it.

He kisses my wrist, soft and grounding, before settling beside me, stroking lazy circles over my hip.

On my other side, Jax is already pulling off his shirt, his movements unhurried but deliberate, like he knows his turn is coming.

But Liam’s still in charge right now.

He kneels between my thighs and spreads them open like it’s his right, his mouth landing just below my navel.

“You already soaked, baby?” he murmurs against my skin. “Didn’t even touch you yet.”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

“Words, Ava.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m already wet.”

His eyes lock on mine, something feral flashing there, and then he’s burying his face between my legs. I cry out, the first lick of his tongue blazes through me fire. My thighs twitch, my hands flying into his hair as he eats me like he’s starving.

Jax leans down, lips brushing my shoulder. “You always sound this pretty when you come?”

I try to answer, but Liam flattens his tongue and drags it slow and firm over my clit, and all that comes out is a strangled moan.

“Guess that’s a no,” Cole mutters.

His tone drips with hunger as he kisses the side of my knee and starts trailing soft nips up my inner thigh. I don’t know where to look, what to feel first. My body’s lit up all over.

Liam slips two fingers inside me without warning, curling them deep. My back arches, and I damn near scream.

“Fucking hell, Liam.”

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even pause. Just sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue until my legs are shaking.

“Jax,” he says, not looking up. “She needs something in that mouth before she wakes up the whole damn house.”

Jax is already moving. I feel his cock press against my lips, thick and hard, and I open for him without hesitation. The first sound that escapes him, deep and guttural, sends another wave of heat through me.

I’m not even close to composed when the orgasm crashes over me, sharp and fast, Liam's mouth locked on me as his fingers thrust deep. I cry out around Jax’s cock, and he groans at the vibration, hips rocking just a little.

Liam finally lifts his head, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand like he just finished a damn meal.

“Still with us?” he asks me, that small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Barely.

Cole leans down and kisses my temple. “Switch.”

They move like a well-oiled machine. No hesitation. I’m flipped and guided without force, just firm hands positioning me. Jax lies down first, and I’m pulled onto his lap, straddling him as he lines himself up with my entrance.

“You ready for this?” he asks, one hand sliding up my back, the other steadying me.

“God, yes,” I whisper.

He eases in slowly, but even that feels like too much. My fingers clutch at his shoulders as I sink down, the stretch delicious and overwhelming.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Jax grits out.

Before I can process anything else, I feel Cole behind me, his hands spreading me open gently.

“Breathe,” he says in my ear, kissing the side of my neck. “Let me in, baby.”

I brace myself, and the burn starts, but I welcome it. It hurts and it doesn’t, the pressure so full and sharp that I can’t keep quiet. But then they’re both still, giving me time to adjust, hands smoothing over my body, grounding me.

Then Liam’s in front of me again, cock thick and heavy, his hand guiding it to my lips.

“Open,” he orders, and I obey.

And just like that, they’re all there.

We start to move, off-tempo at first. Then with more rhythm, more hunger. Jax sets the pace, Cole matches it, and Liam lets me suck him deep at my own pace until all I can do is feel.

Pleasure coils hot and fast in my belly. Every part of me is filled, claimed, and worshipped, and still they want more.

I come hard, clenching around them, and Jax lets out a broken sound, his hands tightening on my hips as he spills inside me. Cole follows with a low groan, his thrusts losing rhythm as he finishes. Liam holds my head still, gasping as I suck him through his release.

My body goes limp between them, my limbs heavy and my skin damp with sweat. I collapse against Jax’s chest, chest still heaving.

Nobody speaks at first. There’s just the sound of breathing, of hearts trying to slow down again.

“That was…” I start, but trail off.

“Yeah,” Cole murmurs beside me, one hand tracing shapes across my back.

“You’re unreal,” Jax mutters against my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Held in their warm embrace, I let myself drift off into sleep.