“You’re everything,” Duke growled, his lips grazing her neck, leaving a trail of heat that made her pussy clench. Her pussy throbbed, still full of their cum, the sensation a stark reminder of what they’d shared. The ranch was thriving, her boys were men, and yet a quiet ache lingered—a hunger for something more than the endless cycle of work. Duke moved closer, the water parting around him like a curtain. She’d raised Duke and Wyatt alone, teaching them to rope, ride, and endure the relentless demands of this life. “That’s it, Ma,” Wyatt groaned, his thrusts steady and deep, syncing with Duke’s as they moved inside her. This is where I belong, she thought, her mind finally quiet. How could something so forbidden feel so right? Wyatt’s, brushing her other side, was long and hard, like a stallion ready to claim her. His thumb brushed her cheek, grounding her in the moment. Her body ached for them, her pussy desperate to feel their cocks stretching her, filling her, claiming her in a way no one else ever had. Josie’s mind was a storm, guilt and desire swirling together in a tempest she couldn’t escape.
