Page 83 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
Jax groans loudly, “You do not have to ask us twice.”
“Come here, baby,” I tell her, moving her until she’s straddling my lap with me lying down and her angled over my chest.
Jax positions himself behind her. Liam moves to the front, his tip poised near her lips.
“Now, be a good girl and take this fucking only we can give you,” Jax growls out to her, and then in one smooth motion, we all maneuver her body until we each slide into place.
“So good,” Liam grits out.
“So fucking tight,” I groan in my own agreement.
“I need you guys to move—please, god,” Ava wails, and we don’t make her wait. I start first, setting the rhythm from the center of the mass of bodies, and the other two find their rhythm with me.
Soon, we are all pounding into her in sync as her eyes fall closed and she releases, letting her body just feel the pleasure we give. I wish I could say that it lasts so long for all of us, but we are all beyond sensitive.
Ava comes first, and the clench of her around us sends me and Jax right after her. Liam pumps a few more times into her mouth, and then soon he is spilling as well. Loud breaths and weak moans fill the air as we all try to catch our breath and come down from the high.
Finally, the four of us gradually separate, breathing as we regain our composure. Jax plops on the other side of me, stretching.
“That was…” Ava trails off, her finger tracing soft circles on my chest.
“Amazing.” Liam kneels back on his heels at the top of the bed and brushes a lock out of her hair. “You are amazing.”
She smiles at him, and he pulls her in for a kiss. Right after, Jax steals one as well, and I get a sweet one placed to my lips. We all lay in silence for a little while longer until a yawn from Ava pulls us back into motion.
“I’ll grab you a towel,” he murmurs to Ava.
Liam nods, offering a faint smile. “I’ll get some water.”
I press a gentle kiss to Ava’s forehead, smiling. “And I’ll get you a snack. Relax.”
The three of us detangle ourselves, leaving her safe in my bed, and head downstairs to get the things we promised her. And as we do, I can’t help but feel like everything is finally falling into place.
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AVA
The door clicks shut behind the guys, and their gentle laughter filters through the walls as they head downstairs. I lie still for a moment, catching my breath. My body is still humming from the afterglow of what just happened.
The peace shatters abruptly when a phone rings loudly from the nightstand. I startle, rolling over and seeing Liam’s phone buzzing urgently, the bright screen illuminating the dim room. It rings once, twice, three times, then goes silent. But before I can settle again, rapid vibrations signal a flurry of incoming text messages, one after another in quick succession.
Concern twists in my chest. Whoever’s texting this urgently clearly has something important to say. Liam probably forgot it here in his rush to grab a towel for me. Carefully, I reach over and pick up the phone, intending only to take it downstairs to him. But as I lift it, my eyes catch a glimpse of the screen, and my name flashes clearly in the preview of a recent message. Curiosity and confusion surge within me, tightening my grip around the device.
I hesitate, guilt prickling in the back of my mind. But my name is right there, and the words beneath it tug at my attention. I lower myself to the bed, sitting upright and tapping on the message. Immediately, the full text appears clearly on the screen, my heart sinking as I read.
“We’ll meet in three days at the agreed coordinates. Once Ava is turned over, you’ll have her out of your hair.”
The message comes from a number without a saved contact name. I frown, confusion and anxiety blending within me. My chest tightens as I realize this must be Ben Morales reaching out to Liam. But something about the message feels distinctly off—colder, harsher, not the neutral tone Ben usually uses. My curiosity deepens, overriding my hesitation as I scroll upward, skimming earlier texts.
My heart clenches tighter with every word. Liam has exchanged multiple messages with this person—someone called Roger, not Ben. A sickening realization settles heavily in my stomach. This isn’t Morales. Whoever Roger is, he has arranged to take Eli and me in three days’ time. Liam’s responses appear cold, detached, as if discussing something tedious rather than the safety of two people he supposedly cares for. There’s no warmth here, no hesitation. Just a clear, calculated agreement.
“Looking forward to collecting the bonus,” Liam had texted. “You can have her; it’s no trouble at all. Ready to be done with this.”
My heart pounds violently against my chest, nausea rising swiftly as I read on. Another message from Roger promises an additional incentive—a significant bonus of $1.5 million—for delivering Eli and me directly to the arranged location. Liam’sreplies become increasingly eager, his responses short and mercenary, entirely devoid of any emotion or care.
I swallow hard, bile rising in my throat. My vision blurs briefly with tears of anger and betrayal. The man I’ve come to trust, the men I’ve given myself to, have been negotiating my fate like a business deal. All the gentle words, tender touches, moments of intimacy—all of it feels sickeningly false.
The phone buzzes, and I nearly drop it from my trembling hand. Roger’s number flashes clearly on the screen, the unknown digits somehow more menacing now. I stare numbly, unable to bring myself to answer. The call finally fades, the phone slipping to voicemail.
