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Wyatt’s hand slid to her waist, his touch firm yet reverent. “I need you, Duke. “You’ve carried us through everything,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. His kiss was both tender and consuming, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth with a hunger that made her head spin. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through her. His thumbs circled her nipples, coaxing them to tight peaks, and she gasped, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure straight to her clit. “Through every storm, every loss. Let go.”

Her climax hit like a freight train, her pussy and ass spasming around their cocks, her cries echoing into the night. Why not? Duke’s hand cupped her face, rough fingers tender against her skin. “Tonight, it’s our turn to take care of you.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy clenching with need, wetness pooling between her thighs. The sun bled into the horizon, casting the ranch in a tapestry of amber and violet. She was theirs tonight—no longer just their mother, but a woman, desired and untethered. “Ours forever now.”

The words sent a lightning bolt of heat through her, her body trembling as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. “Like you were made for me.” His