Page 81 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
My fingers continue their slow journey upward, pushing the edge of her shorts aside until I feel nothing but heat and dampness. She’s not wearing panties.
Holy hell.
I glance at her, and she’s biting her lip, eyes wide and locked on the muted television across the room—but she’s not watching. She trusts me this much? Here, now, in front of the others? That silent kind of faith wrecks me more than anything else. Her focus is entirely on the motion of my fingers circling her clit in slow, featherlight strokes. She shifts slightly, hiding her reaction behind a casual stretch.
“You’re soaked already,” I murmur against her temple, my voice a breath.
“Stop teasing,” she whispers, her voice tight.
But she doesn’t stop me.
One finger slips inside her, then another, and her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. I curl them just right, my palm pressed tight against her clit while my other hand rests innocently on the back of the couch for show.
She grips my thigh under the blanket, digging her nails in to keep herself grounded. Her breathing is shallow and shaky. Every subtle shift of her hips tells me she’s fighting not to move too much. Not to moan. Not to give us away.
From the kitchen, Liam says something about checking the locks before bed. Jax laughs in response, standing to stretch with a loud yawn.
Neither of them notices a thing.
Ava tenses beside me, her hand shooting up to press lightly over her mouth.
She’s coming.
She clenches hard around my fingers, thighs trembling, body flush against mine. Her eyes flutter closed as the orgasm crashes through her, but she doesn’t make a sound. Not a single one. She just rides it out, hidden in plain sight.
When it passes, I slowly ease my fingers free and pull the blanket tighter around us. She slumps against me with a breathless, barely-there smile, like she can’t believe we just pulled that off. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, grounding her the only way I know how. I don’t just want her body, I want all of this. The trust. The laughter. The way she leans into me like I’m home.
“I hate you a little,” she whispers with a shaky laugh.
I grin, pressing a kiss to her temple. “No, you don’t.”
And she doesn’t.
Because I already know she’s going to want more.
I decide immediately—I’ve waited long enough for my turn. Without overthinking, I effortlessly scoop Ava up over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle the noise, her laughter vibrating against my shoulder as I carry her swiftly toward the stairs.
“Cole!” she whisper-shouts through muffled laughter, squirming playfully. “What are you doing?”
“My turn,” I say simply, amusement coloring my voice.
Liam arches a curious brow. “Your turn for what exactly?”
“Remember, Jax got greedy the other day and had some fun without us?” I reply calmly, shooting Jax a pointed look.
Liam’s eyes narrow immediately, his tone mildly accusatory as he addresses Jax. “Ahhh, I do seem to remember that. You meanwhen I was driving an hour and thirty minutes round-trip, and he was having fun without us?”
Jax just shrugs nonchalantly, smirking. “Hey, it’s the shorts. I keep telling you guys the shorts were torture, man.”
Ava’s laughter rings, her embarrassment clear even as she tries again to wriggle free. “Put me down, Cole!”
I give her a playful smack on the butt, holding her more securely. “Nope. I’ll put you down when we get to my room.”
Liam chuckles lowly as I start down the hallway, Ava still tossed over my shoulder. Jax trails after us eagerly, whining playfully, “Hey, wait up! I wanna join.”
I roll my eyes dramatically, glancing back at him. “You can watch.”
The laughter that follows us fills the hallway, mingling with the creak of old floorboards. When I get into my room, I waste no time plopping Ava on the bed, enjoying the way her breasts move and the playful glare on her face.
