Page 42 of Single Mom’s Navy Seals (Claimed by the Alphas #2)

COLE

E li’s been asleep for a while now, leaving the downstairs quiet except for Ava’s soft laughter as Jax teases her from across the room.

She’s curled up comfortably on the sofa, wearing those little sleep shorts that have become my weakness.

I try not to stare, but my eyes keep drifting back to her bare legs, and each glance makes it harder to keep my thoughts clean.

I catch Jax smirking knowingly at me. He’d made a point of mentioning just how good she looked in shorts more than once since his little private moment with her a few days ago. Seeing her like this, I have to admit the bastard had a point.

Liam is busy tidying the kitchen, and Jax is lounging comfortably in the opposite chair, leaving Ava alone and easily accessible on the couch.

I watch her for a moment, taking in the way she’s curled up with one leg tucked beneath her, the soft hem of her shorts riding dangerously high. She’s focused on something Jax is saying, laughing quietly, completely unaware of the effect she’s having on me.

I move.

Crossing the room in a few silent strides, I ease down beside her on the couch without a word.

She looks up at me in surprise, smile widening as I pull the throw blanket from the back of the couch and drape it casually over both of us.

Her bare thigh brushes against mine under the soft fabric, and I take a slow, deep breath to steady myself.

She doesn't flinch or pull away. She's safe here, with me, and somehow, that means more than it should.

“You cold?” I ask, voice low enough for just her.

She gives me a curious look, cheeks slightly flushed. “Not really.”

I lean in, brushing my lips along the curve of her ear. “You will be.”

Her breath catches, and that’s all the invitation I need.

I shift just slightly, angling my body to shield what’s happening under the blanket from anyone else’s view. My hand drifts slowly beneath it, brushing the outside of her knee, then higher… inch by inch along the inside of her thigh.

She tenses, then relaxes just as quickly, her gaze flicking toward the kitchen and then back to me.

“Cole…” she warns softly.

I don’t answer. Just smile.

From across the room, Jax tosses popcorn into the air and catches it in his mouth, totally oblivious.

My fingers continue their slow journey upward, pushing the edge of her shorts aside until I feel nothing but heat and dampness. She’s not wearing panties.

Holy hell.

I glance at her, and she’s biting her lip, eyes wide and locked on the muted television across the room—but she’s not watching.

She trusts me this much? Here, now, in front of the others?

That silent kind of faith wrecks me more than anything else.

Her focus is entirely on the motion of my fingers circling her clit in slow, featherlight strokes.

She shifts slightly, hiding her reaction behind a casual stretch.

“You’re soaked already,” I murmur against her temple, my voice a breath.

“Stop teasing,” she whispers, her voice tight.

But she doesn’t stop me.

One finger slips inside her, then another, and her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. I curl them just right, my palm pressed tight against her clit while my other hand rests innocently on the back of the couch for show.

She grips my thigh under the blanket, digging her nails in to keep herself grounded. Her breathing is shallow and shaky. Every subtle shift of her hips tells me she’s fighting not to move too much. Not to moan. Not to give us away.

From the kitchen, Liam says something about checking the locks before bed. Jax laughs in response, standing to stretch with a loud yawn.

Neither of them notices a thing.

Ava tenses beside me, her hand shooting up to press lightly over her mouth.

She’s coming.

She clenches hard around my fingers, thighs trembling, body flush against mine. Her eyes flutter closed as the orgasm crashes through her, but she doesn’t make a sound. Not a single one. She just rides it out, hidden in plain sight.

When it passes, I slowly ease my fingers free and pull the blanket tighter around us.

She slumps against me with a breathless, barely-there smile, like she can’t believe we just pulled that off.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders, grounding her the only way I know how.

I don’t just want her body, I want all of this.

The trust. The laughter. The way she leans into me like I’m home.

“I hate you a little,” she whispers with a shaky laugh.

I grin, pressing a kiss to her temple. “No, you don’t.”

And she doesn’t.

Because I already know she’s going to want more.

I decide immediately—I’ve waited long enough for my turn. Without overthinking, I effortlessly scoop Ava up over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle the noise, her laughter vibrating against my shoulder as I carry her swiftly toward the stairs.

“Cole!” she whisper-shouts through muffled laughter, squirming playfully. “What are you doing?”

“My turn,” I say simply, amusement coloring my voice.

Liam arches a curious brow. “Your turn for what exactly?”

“Remember, Jax got greedy the other day and had some fun without us?” I reply calmly, shooting Jax a pointed look.

Liam’s eyes narrow immediately, his tone mildly accusatory as he addresses Jax. “Ahhh, I do seem to remember that. You mean when I was driving an hour and thirty minutes round-trip, and he was having fun without us?”

Jax just shrugs nonchalantly, smirking. “Hey, it’s the shorts. I keep telling you guys the shorts were torture, man.”

Ava’s laughter rings, her embarrassment clear even as she tries again to wriggle free. “Put me down, Cole!”

I give her a playful smack on the butt, holding her more securely. “Nope. I’ll put you down when we get to my room.”

Liam chuckles lowly as I start down the hallway, Ava still tossed over my shoulder. Jax trails after us eagerly, whining playfully, “Hey, wait up! I wanna join.”

I roll my eyes dramatically, glancing back at him. “You can watch.”

The laughter that follows us fills the hallway, mingling with the creak of old floorboards. When I get into my room, I waste no time plopping Ava on the bed, enjoying the way her breasts move and the playful glare on her face.

The flush in her cheeks only deepens as she swats at my chest.

“You’re a caveman,” she scolds, but the smile is clear on her lips.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.”

Behind us, footsteps sound on the old wooden floor. Liam and Jax step into the room casually, expressions relaxed and expectant. They position themselves comfortably along the wall, observing, eyes glinting with appreciation.

Ava glances toward them, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade.

“Don’t mind us,” Liam instructs, voice calm and steady, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at his mouth. “Carry on.”

Ava’s eyes widen at their words, a small laugh escaping her lips. She turns back to me, shaking her head. “You three are a handful.”

I grin, cupping her face in my hand, tilting her head up toward me. “You’ve handled us pretty well so far.”

She laughs, her breathing hitching as my mouth finds hers again, kissing her deeply. Ava sighs against my lips, her fingers sliding along my shoulders. I pull away before I can get lost and rid her of the large t-shirt and panties she was wearing, leaving her bare to the room.

My eyes focus on the way her pretty pink nipples pucker in the chill of the air. “So beautiful.”

I pull her back to me, climbing over her body as I return my lips to hers with fervor.

Gradually, the kiss deepens, becoming more heated.

Ava’s hands grip the front of my shirt, pulling me closer as her breathing quickens.

I lower her onto the bed, following easily, covering her body with mine.

My hands have a mind of their own, moving over every inch of her exposed skin.

My lips trail down her throat, pressing gentle, lingering kisses along the soft skin of her collarbone, down the crevice between her breasts.

When I turn my attention to her perked buds, sliding my tongue around one and then the other, Ava’s breath hitches, her body instinctively arching toward me.

Her fingers thread into my hair, urging me closer, her body responding eagerly to my attentions.

My mouth latches onto a bud, giving it a firm suckle that pulls the sweetest noise from her throat. I hear an answering groan from the side of the room. I glance briefly toward Liam and Jax, noting the way their gazes remain fixed on Ava, both of their eyes dark with appreciation and anticipation.

Liam’s arms are folded behind him, naturally at attention. But Jax’s hand is rubbing circles into his crotch. I'm not really worried about what either of them is doing. My attention is back on Ava in a split second.

Never stopping my trail of kisses, my hands move along her thighs, guiding her legs apart. My mouth trails down her stomach, lower, until I reach her center. Sweet, warm, and so wet my mouth waters, I can’t help but stare down to appreciate her.

“I will never get tired of this view,” I murmur to her as I slide an appreciative finger up and down her wet, warm skin, drawing sounds out of her with every pass over her clit.

When more of her sweet dew seeps out, I can’t help myself anymore, and I press my mouth against her, tasting her pussy. Ava gasps, hips shifting instinctively toward my mouth as her fingers tighten in my hair. Her breathing quickens, soft murmurs slipping from her lips as I continue my attentions.

The building of her pleasure is quicker than I would like, but I feel like I'm starved, and I can’t seem to force myself to slow down.

Ava’s cries fill the room, beautiful and breathless.

When I begin flicking my tongue rapidly against her clit, her cries become louder, enough that I worry she might wake up Eli.

I look over to Jax and Liam. Jax has his cock out, stroking with firm movements. I gesture him over to us.

“She needs something to do with her mouth, brother. Keep her quiet,” I instruct him.

He grins salaciously and comes over to us, positioning his leaking tip at her mouth. She takes him between her lips without hesitation, and when the first groan falls from him, I turn my attention back to that perfect pussy of hers.

Flicking my tongue again, I pull a hand up and slide two fingers in her tight entrance, pulling a loud, muffled groan from her throat.

When I combine my tongue movements with deep, intentional curls of my finger, she finally reaches her peak, shuddering beneath my careful attentions and moaning around Jax’s length.

Jax pumps hard two more times and then stills with a groan in her mouth.

When her screams quiet, he pulls out to let her catch her breath, and I finally move my mouth and fingers away from her. As Ava catches her breath, she turns her head, gaze landing on Liam. Her lips part, eyes darkening further.

“You enjoying yourself over there?” Ava teases, voice filled with gentle amusement despite her breathless tone.

Liam follows, his expression calmer but no less heated, eyes locked onto Ava. “I’d say enjoying is putting it mildly.”

Ava smiles, reaching toward them. “You could enjoy it more over here. Why are you standing all the way over there?”

The three of us exchange brief, knowing looks before Liam joins us, and we all shift naturally to give space. Liam leans down, capturing her lips and kissing her deeply. Jax trails gentle kisses along her shoulder and collarbone, hands exploring her.

Soon, we all move comfortably together, our bodies aligned around Ava. She easily shifts between us, settling in a way that gives us all better access to her body.

“Use your words, baby,” I encourage her. “Tell us what you want us to do.”

She bites her lip and then looks between us. “I want to take all three of you at once.”

Jax groans loudly, “You do not have to ask us twice.”

“Come here, baby,” I tell her, moving her until she’s straddling my lap with me lying down and her angled over my chest.

Jax positions himself behind her. Liam moves to the front, his tip poised near her lips.

“Now, be a good girl and take this fucking only we can give you,” Jax growls out to her, and then in one smooth motion, we all maneuver her body until we each slide into place.

“So good,” Liam grits out.

“So fucking tight,” I groan in my own agreement.

“I need you guys to move—please, god,” Ava wails, and we don’t make her wait. I start first, setting the rhythm from the center of the mass of bodies, and the other two find their rhythm with me.

Soon, we are all pounding into her in sync as her eyes fall closed and she releases, letting her body just feel the pleasure we give. I wish I could say that it lasts so long for all of us, but we are all beyond sensitive.

Ava comes first, and the clench of her around us sends me and Jax right after her. Liam pumps a few more times into her mouth, and then soon he is spilling as well. Loud breaths and weak moans fill the air as we all try to catch our breath and come down from the high.

Finally, the four of us gradually separate, breathing as we regain our composure. Jax plops on the other side of me, stretching.

“That was…” Ava trails off, her finger tracing soft circles on my chest.

“Amazing.” Liam kneels back on his heels at the top of the bed and brushes a lock out of her hair. “You are amazing.”

She smiles at him, and he pulls her in for a kiss. Right after, Jax steals one as well, and I get a sweet one placed to my lips. We all lay in silence for a little while longer until a yawn from Ava pulls us back into motion.

“I’ll grab you a towel,” he murmurs to Ava.

Liam nods, offering a faint smile. “I’ll get some water.”

I press a gentle kiss to Ava’s forehead, smiling. “And I’ll get you a snack. Relax.”

The three of us detangle ourselves, leaving her safe in my bed, and head downstairs to get the things we promised her. And as we do, I can’t help but feel like everything is finally falling into place.