Page 69 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

Sterling pulls back, but she doesn’t let him go completely, sucking up every drop before he pops free of her mouth. He traces her lips with his thumb, and she sucks on it, too, making him groan low.

But with him leaning back, Hastings takes control, using a fistful of her hair to pull her upright, sharpening the angle of our cocks in her. The undulation of her muscles around me has me thrusting with small taps.

It’s all I can manage with the way Hastings’ hips are smacking against her cheeks. And God, the face she makes as he rides her hard.

I tilt my hips so that her clit presses against my groin with every sharp movement.

Yes, she’s going to come. A little more stimulation, and we’ll have her again.

I latch onto both of her nipples, pulling them taut and drawing a finger over their tips. Added to the soft swing of momentum, the arch of her back, it’s only moments before she breaks.

The roll of her body has Hasting releasing her hair, letting her slowly drop back to my chest as he rams and roots until he’s emptying himself into her ass. God, I can feel it. It makes me want to come, too.

So I search for it, lifting into her as Hastings and Sloane both garble groans.

I try not to think about anything but the feel of her until my thighs shake with my own impending release. The only sound is the thumping of our bodies together. I clench my teeth around a roar as I rock under her, holding her to me as she twitches and sighs.

Cole rolls off the bed and comes back with a few towels. The comforter needs washed. It’s drenched with fluids.

But we clean her as much as we can without disturbing her too much. I’m selfish. I don’t want to let go of her yet.

No one complains as Hastings drops down on one side and Cole the other.

This right here. This is exactly what coming home should feel like.

31

SLOANE

It’s another late work day. It’s been getting warmer, and either the food from lunch didn’t settle so well today or I’m coming down with something. I’ve been absolutely nauseous all day.

The only concerning issue is that my boobs have started to hurt. It’s not one of my normal symptoms for, well, anything, so my intuition is screaming terror to the back of my brain.

This only upsets my stomach more.

I want to hug my tin of Tums and curl up on the floor. But I’m unwilling to let up on the work. Not when we’re so close and still don’t have the clues we need to put an end to this.

When Jack leans in to kiss the side of my head, the scent of him helps. How weird is that?

“I’m going to go grab Reese and some grub. Want anything in particular?” His voice is a soft grumble, and it’s funny how of all three of them, he’s the one who struggles with the public displays of affection at the office.

“No. Let Reese pick.” Because I know she’ll want chicken nuggets and fries, and that doesn’t sound so revolting right now.

I put my hand to his chest when he leans in to kiss me, stopping him with a raised brow.

Jack takes a deep breath and throws me a wounded look.

“I’ll see you when you’re back.”

The grin he flashes makes me feel less like an uptight bitch, but I still need some boundaries.

When he’s out the door, I slip down the hall to the bathroom on my own. It’s the first time I’ve gotten a taste of true privacy in so long.

Maybe that should bother me more. It’s only that it doesn’t that concerns me.

Locking myself in alone, I unearth the wrapped test I stashed in the bottom of my purse and stare at it. It takes me so long to break the seal and pee on the stick.

Setting an alarm on my phone, I hold the thing upside down on my thigh. I can’t watch it slowly form. I need to rip the bandage off when it’s time.

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