Page 51 of Single Mom’s Navy Seals (Claimed by the Alphas #2)

The three of us move down the stairs, careful not to wake Eli, who’s finally settled into sleep after an hour of storytelling and gentle coaxing.

Normally, Ava would be right here with us, finishing our evening routine together, but tonight she’d slipped downstairs early, claiming she had something to handle.

We hadn’t thought much of it. We figured she just needed a break after another exhausting day.

It’s been two months since Randy’s attack, two months of adjusting and settling into something real, but the quiet evenings remain precious moments for all of us.

As we reach the bottom of the stairs, my steps slow, sensing something’s different.

The kitchen lights are dimmed, casting a soft glow across Ava’s face as she stands behind the counter.

In front of her, lined up neatly, are three colorful gift bags.

She smiles at us, clearly anxious but radiating warmth and excitement.

“What’s all this?” Jax asks first, curiosity lighting up his features.

Ava draws a deep breath, steadying herself, eyes bright with emotion.

“I’ve been holding onto this surprise for two months now.

With everything going on—the stress, Randy’s case—I needed time to be sure and wait for the right moment.

I wasn’t ready to say anything until I knew everything was okay, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.

” She gestures nervously at the bags. “Go ahead. Open your presents.”

Exchanging glances with Jax and Cole, I step forward first, reaching cautiously into the nearest bag.

Inside, my hand brushes something soft and delicate.

I pull it out, revealing a tiny white onesie patterned with little pink hearts.

My heart jolts in surprise as Jax pulls out a matching pink-and-white bonnet, and Cole lifts a pair of miniature socks, soft and impossibly small.

For a minute, none of us speaks, just staring at the tiny clothes in stunned silence. Cole recovers first, his gaze snapping up to Ava.

“Are you telling us you’re pregnant?” he asks, voice thick with barely contained emotion.

Her smile widens, eyes shining with tears as she nods. “Yes.”

We all whoop, surrounding her, mindful not to wake Eli upstairs.

My hands find her slightly rounded belly, a new swell I hadn’t noticed until now.

Jax kisses her cheek tenderly, while Cole gently strokes her back, each of us caught up in the overwhelming joy of the moment.

Our eyes meet, and a silent decision passes between us. It’s time.

Without a word, Jax jogs upstairs, returning with his hands hidden behind his back.

Cole and I step aside subtly, letting Jax pass each of us a small velvet box, rings we picked out together the day after Ava and Eli were safely home from the hospital.

We’d been waiting for the right moment, for her to heal, to be ready.

Now, looking into her eyes, we know there’s no better time than this.

Together, we face Ava, the three of us collectively dropping to one knee, each opening our boxes to reveal matching rings.

Cole speaks first, steady and calm. “We wanted to do this already, but knew you needed time.”

Jax continues, voice soft but confident. “But you’re having our daughter, and there’s no stronger bond than that.”

I finish, looking steadily into her eyes. “We've wanted you to be ours from the first weeks of this relationship. Now that you’re safe, now that you’re finally free, we hope you’ll continue choosing us forever.”

We speak the final words in perfect unison, clear and unwavering.

“Will you marry us?”

There’s a beat of silence that feels so loud it could fucking choke me. And then a wide grin spreads over her face, and tears shine in her eyes.

“Yes. I want to marry you. All of you.”

For a second, none of us moves.

“You’re sure?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend, but I need her to be sure. “After everything?”

Her answer’s immediate. “I’ve never been more sure.”

That’s all I need.

I reach for her cheek, thumb brushing along her jaw, and kiss her. Firm. Grounded. It’s not soft, but it isn’t harsh either. She opens to me without hesitation, her body arching slightly into mine, arms sliding around my shoulders like she’s been waiting for this.

She’s trembling—not from fear, but from need. I feel it in the way her fingers curl against my neck, the way her breath catches in her throat as the kiss deepens.

Behind me, Jax exhales low. “Jesus, that’s hot.”

I pull back just enough to speak. “Get her undressed.”

Cole doesn’t hesitate. He’s behind her, lifting her shirt over her head in one smooth motion.

His hands are slow but confident, fingers unclasping her bra.

He kisses her bare shoulder once before stepping back.

Jax drops to one knee in front of her and tugs her leggings down, his gaze already darkening as he gets a look at the wet spot clinging to the front of her panties.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jax murmurs. “She’s soaked.”

He’s not wrong. Her folds glisten, inner thighs already slick, her core visibly pulsing with each breath.

She’s standing in nothing but soft white lace, breathing harder now. She’s not nervous. Just open. Ready.

And mine.

“Bed,” I tell her.

She steps back until her calves bump the mattress, then sits. I strip fast—shirt, jeans, briefs. I’m already hard. Fully. My cock juts up, thick and long, the tip already slick. When her eyes drop to it, her thighs instinctively press together.

Jax and Cole undress next. Jax’s cock is wide and flushed, already leaking. Cole’s is longer, heavier, head dark and swollen. She drinks all of it in with flushed cheeks and parted lips.

I step in, palms sliding slowly up her thighs, savoring the feel of her warm, silky skin. She’s already trembling under my touch—vulnerable, aroused, and completely mine. “Lie back,” I command, my voice low and rough.

She obeys instantly, scooting up the bed with a sinuous grace that makes my cock twitch. Her legs fall open for me, revealing that glistening, needy heat between her thighs. I settle between them, reverent and ravenous, and press a kiss low on her belly—right over where our baby is growing.

She lets out a soft breath, one hand reaching down to thread through my hair. The moment is intimate, almost tender.

Then I shift lower.

I spread her with my thumbs, taking my time, exposing her inch by aching inch. She’s soaked. Slick and swollen and perfect. I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit—slow and firm, like I’m tasting her for the first time.

She jolts violently.

“God,” she cries out, fists twisting in the sheets above her head as her hips jerk. Her back arches off the bed, legs already quivering.

I do it again. Harder. Slower. My tongue curling, circling, teasing until she’s panting and writhing under my mouth. I fuck her with my tongue until she’s begging without words, just broken moans and desperate gasps.

Then I suck her clit between my lips.

Her thighs clamp tight around my head, trapping me in her heat. I groan into her, loving the way she locks me in place. I slide two fingers into her, thick and deep, and her pussy clenches around them like a fist. She’s so wet I can feel her dripping down my wrist.

I curl my fingers just right, dragging them along that perfect spot deep inside her. Her entire body spasms.

Cole appears beside her, brushing damp strands of hair off her flushed face. His voice is low, commanding, possessive. “Let him finish you. Then I want your mouth.”

Jax stands behind her head, stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on her pussy like he’s watching a fucking miracle unfold.

She’s close. I feel it in the way her walls pulse around my fingers, in the helpless way her hips twitch, trying to ride my mouth even harder. She’s gasping, moaning my name, lost in it.

I growl and suck harder, flicking her clit with tight, ruthless strokes of my tongue. She starts to come apart—legs locking, toes curling, her voice cracking with the force of it.

Then she breaks.

She screams my name, body convulsing as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clenches so hard around my fingers that it steals the breath from my lungs. Her cries echo off the walls, raw and wild and perfect.

I slow my movements, easing her down gently, licking her through the aftershocks until she’s twitching from oversensitivity, her body limp and trembling.

I slide my fingers out slowly, watching the way her slick coats them. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, one finger at a time, never breaking eye contact with her.

She watches me with dazed, blown-out eyes, lips parted, chest heaving.

I grin, dark and hungry. “Flip her.”

Cole doesn’t hesitate. He grabs her by the waist and turns her easily, guiding her up onto her hands and knees.

She rises like she was made for this—back arched, ass high, legs spread wide, dripping and ready.

Her body’s flushed and shaking from the orgasm I just gave her, but she’s not done. Not even close.

Jax climbs up behind her, stroking himself once before lining up with her soaked entrance. His eyes are locked on her, hungry.

“You ready for this?” he asks, voice thick with restraint.

She glances over her shoulder, dazed and wrecked. “Yes. Please.”

He pushes in slowly, groaning low as he fills her. I watch, hypnotized, as her pussy stretches around him—tight, slick, beautiful. She gasps, her spine arching deeper as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Jax grits, pulling back just enough before slamming back in with a force that jolts her forward.

Cole steps in front of her, stroking his cock before tapping it against her lips. “Open up, baby.”

She does, no hesitation. Her lips wrap around him, and Cole groans, one hand bracing on the headboard, the other in her hair as she sucks him deep.

Watching her get wrecked between them—throat full, cunt stuffed, ass bouncing—I feel my cock throb in time with every moan she lets out.