Page 77 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
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 ofhis 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.
