Page 67 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
“Because I didn’t want to,” she whispers.
“Good,” I say, mouth curving into a soft grin. “Because I’m not done showing you how much I want you.”
Ava inhales sharply, eyes searching mine. The tension builds in the charged silence, the weight of everything unspoken hanging in the space between us. I lean down, lips brushing hers slowly—once, twice—before deepening the kiss. She melts into me with a soft sigh, arms wrapping around my neck.
The field stretches endlessly around us, wild and sunlit. Her body presses against mine, her soft curves fitting perfectly as I tug her close. The kiss turns hungrier. She tastes like strawberries and coffee and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Without breaking contact, Ava drops to her knees in the grass, hands running down my chest, then lower. Her eyes lock onto mine, dark with heat and something deeper—devotion, maybe.
“Ava…” My voice is thick, warning, and reverent all at once.
“I want to,” she murmurs, fingers deftly unfastening my jeans. “Let me take care of you.”
The sound of my zipper feels louder in the quiet field, the breeze whispering through tall grass. I bury my hand in her hair as she frees me, her warm breath ghosting over my skin.
She licks the head slowly, teasing, her eyes never leaving mine. “You’ve been so good to me, Jax. I want to make you feel good.”
A ragged groan escapes me as she wraps her lips around me fully, her mouth hot and soft and perfect. I stagger slightly, bracing a hand on her shoulder and another in her hair.
“Fuck, Ava…” I whisper, hips jerking forward. She takes me deeper, her tongue swirling in lazy, deliberate strokes. Her hands settle on my thighs as she sets a rhythm, slow and sinful, sending waves of heat crashing through me.
Sunlight spills over her skin, making her glow like some wild, untamed goddess on her knees in the grass.
I’m already close, too close, but I don’t want it to end. I bite my lip, trying to hold back, my body strung tight.
Her moan vibrates around me, her tongue flicking just right, and I lose it. My climax tears through me, pleasure ripping like lightning down my spine. I choke out her name, spilling into her mouth as she swallows every drop, slow and sure, like she was made for this.
She pulls back slowly, licking her lips, her cheeks flushed and eyes dark with satisfaction.
I reach down and pull her up into my arms, kissing her fiercely. “You’re fucking dangerous, you know that?”
Ava grins wickedly, brushing her lips against mine. “Lucky you.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear again and rest my forehead against hers. “Next time, it’s your turn, baby. I plan on making you scream loud enough that the horses run.”
She laughs, head tipping back as she presses a hand to my chest. “Deal.”
We walk back together, fingers twined, hearts pounding in rhythm, the breeze cooling our heated skin. The field may be quiet again, but something loud and undeniable now pulses between us.
27
LIAM
Steam fills the tiny bathroom, fogging the mirror as I stand under the scalding spray, eyes closed, letting the hot water beat down on my shoulders. It’s quiet enough in the cabin this early that I can hear the distant sounds of horses outside drifting through the half-open window.
Usually, I wouldn’t be getting ready to go anywhere at this time of the afternoon. After days of adjusting to this new normal, we’ve slipped into a sort of routine that feels more natural than breathing now.
For almost two decades, Cole and Jax have been my brothers, the only family I knew or wanted, yet now it seems obvious. We’d always been missing something vital. Ava and Eli have filled in the gaps we never knew existed. I’d spent so long focusing on protecting Cole and Jax, I’d nearly forgotten how good it feels to care for someone new.
Today, though, our ritual is definitely being broken. Morales’s text last night had been short and to the point: “Need a secure line. Call me tomorrow.”
I rinse off the shampoo, watching suds spiral down the drain. I run my hands through my wet hair, tilting my head back, exhaling hard. The heat helps. But not enough. Not when I can’t stop thinking about her.
The door creaks softly behind me. I freeze.
Through the steam, I hear it—bare feet on tile. And then I feel her.
Ava.
