Page 59 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
“Let go, Ava. Come for me.”
And I do.
My whole body clenches around his fingers as the orgasm rips through me, sharp and all-consuming. I bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, my hips bucking wildly against his hand.
He holds me through it, kissing me again—this time slower, but no less intense.
Then—
“Mama! Can you come here?”
Eli’s voice echoes down from upstairs.
Liam’s head tilts, his eyes narrowing with frustration as he slowly, reluctantly pulls his hand from between my thighs. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean without breaking eye contact.
“We’re not finished,” he says darkly, straightening my clothes with surprising tenderness.
And then he steps back, composed like nothing happened, while I’m still breathless and trembling against the wall.
“I-I’m coming, Eli,” I call out, voice breathless and uneven as I push away from the wall.
My legs are unsteady beneath me. Every nerve still hums with aftershocks, heat lingering low in my belly, Liam’s touch branded into my skin. I force myself to move, straightening my clothes, wiping the dazed flush from my cheeks with trembling hands.
Each step toward the stairs feels unreal, like I’m walking through water—slow, heavy, thick with disbelief and desire.
I’ve kissed all three of them now.
And every time, it’s felt real. That’s what scares me most.
25
AVA
It’s past 3 A.M., and sleep is clearly just not on the damn menu tonight. I’ve tossed and turned in this bed long enough to know I’m not getting any rest. Finally, I sigh in resignation, pushing the tangled sheets aside. I swing my feet over the edge of the bed, and the worn wooden floor creaks under me as I stand up.
I’ve been avoiding the guys all day, keeping to myself and feeling like a nervous teenager who doesn’t know how to deal with her own emotions. They’ve probably been asleep for hours already, and part of me is grateful. I’m not ready to face them yet, especially after everything that’s happened recently.
As quietly as I can, I tiptoe out of my room, careful not to wake Eli. The cabin only has one bathroom, and it's all the way downstairs, meaning I have to walk past the living room to get there. It’s risky, but I figure I’m safe at this hour.
But the moment I step into the hallway, I freeze.
All three men are sitting around the small table in the living room, cards spread between them. Poker, again. Apparently,they have the same sleep issues I do. My pulse spikes as their gazes land on me in unison, each expressive and attentive. I feel like prey, pinned in place by the penetrating gazes of three dangerous predators.
“Uh, sorry,” I mumble awkwardly, tugging self-consciously at the hem of my t-shirt, wishing I’d thrown on some shorts. “I didn’t know anyone was still awake. I just need the bathroom.”
Without waiting for a response, I scurry into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I lean heavily against it, my heart racing wildly. God, the way they looked at me just now—their eyes trailing down my body—it lit me on fire, heat pooling deep inside me. I’m so turned on, it’s embarrassing, and I have no idea how to handle myself around them.
I force myself to calm down, splashing cold water on my face and taking several deep breaths. This is ridiculous. They’re just men. Yes, incredibly attractive, protective, strong men who I’ve kissed in moments of weakness, but still, just men. I repeat the thought like a mantra until my pulse steadies enough for me to leave the safety of the bathroom.
When I open the door again, the three of them are exactly as I left them, cards still scattered across the table, but their eyes immediately track back to me. I attempt a casual, quick escape toward my bedroom, but Liam’s voice stops me dead in my tracks.
“Ava, stop,” he commands.
I freeze immediately, turning back toward him. He holds my gaze steadily. Then, he motions with his hand towards the free seat, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Come sit with us,” he says simply, clearly not offering a choice.
My heart pounds heavily, but after a moment’s hesitation, I finally relent. I cross toward the table, sitting in the empty chair positioned between Liam and Jax. My skin tingles at their close proximity, but I force myself to maintain a composed exterior.
