Page 88 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

He kisses the side of my head. “Thought you might need help getting clean.”

“Mmm. You thought right. I’m tuckered.” But with the way his touch slides over me, I might not be quite so tired to not enjoy this.

The shower head descends, soaking my hair like I’d just done for my daughter. Cleaning me methodically is exactly what I need, and everything has been scrubbed with soap and a loofah—surprise, surprise, these guys supplied me with one.

When I think he’s done and ready to turn the water off, Sterling slides his hands between my thighs. I make a soft noise as pleasure burns.

Yes, I want this, too.

His strokes grow firm and steady. Arousal takes me over, wiggling me between his hard body and his strong hand. The stiff length of him grows between my cheeks, only adding to his end goal.

He’s going to make me come. And it’s so easy right now that maybe I should be a little ashamed of myself, but I’m not.

I seek it because in the worst-case scenario, I’ll relax and fall asleep as soon as I’m dry. Best-case scenario, the three of them will twist me up and exhaust me more fully.

My small cry has him groaning in my ear. “So beautiful.”

The shower shuts off, and a new set of hands envelops me in a towel, drying me off. Another set dries my hair, and Sterling gives me a smug little smile.

Rhett brushes his thumb across my mouth as my eyes finally focus.

I’m carried to the bedroom on a cloud, and each of them worships me with their hands, on their knees, surrounding me completely before I drift off to sleep.

EPILOGUE

JACK

Watching Sloane’s stomach grow with our child has been one of the most exciting things I’ve ever witnessed. I mark every new inch, every new stretchmark—which she tells me is not as bad as last time with the way I like to rub her belly down with oils. Every little change intrigues me.

Whether the baby is mine, genetically, or not, I never knew I found pregnant women so alluring. Or maybe it’s just Sloane.

She leans back against the arm of the couch, propped on the pillows I stuffed behind her. Her hands are wrapped around the underside of her pronounced belly, and her eyes close as I dig my thumb into the arch of her left foot.

God, the moan she gives me should not stir my cock the way it does.

Our girl should be on bedrest with these swollen feet and ankles, but it’s impossible to keep her off them. Even with the three of us waiting on her, she can’t seem to sit still for very long.

I pop her toes, and she sucks a sharp breath in through her teeth.

The next groan is not one of pleasure. Her hand presses against the side of her swollen belly, a foot pushing hard against where she’s holding herself.

“Oh, this guy is going to be the end of me. I have to pee again.” She wriggles a little bit, trying to sit up without much luck.

I slip from under her legs, twist her around, and help her to her feet with a small laugh.

Her hand slaps against my chest in a weak admonishment. “You’ve enjoyed having me helpless far too much.”

I lean down and plant a small kiss on her sweet, soft mouth. “I like being helpful. Needed.”

“Mmm. Don’t worry, you’re going to get more than you bargained for the moment this baby is out here in the world instead of hosting a full-on rebellion inside me.”

My laugh makes her pout, but it’s playful. I steal another kiss before I help her waddle to the bathroom. She still won’t let me in with her, claiming not to be a complete invalid yet.

I hover by the door as I wait. I don’t like being too far from her in case she needs me. Overbearing, I know, but I simply can’t help myself. My natural inclination to protect has doubled—tripled—with my feelings for Sloane.

The thought of anything happening to her is unfathomable.

A flush has me at attention again, and by the time she opens the door, she’s breathing hard. One hand braces the door frame as she curls in on herself a little, the other hand cupping her pregnant belly as her chest heaves.

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