“What feels right, Ma,” he said, his voice low and steady, like the rumble of distant thunder. Always will be.”
Josie’s mind was a haze of pleasure, her body consumed by the two men she loved more than anything. Her nails dug into Wyatt’s shoulders, anchoring herself against the pleasure-pain of being so full. She allowed herself to feel wanted, desired, loved. It was a surrender, a release of the control she’d clung to for so long. The night air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps as she stood in her worn bra and panties. “This… It’s a lot to take in.” Her pussy still pulsed, the fullness of their cum inside her a constant, undeniable reminder of their bond. “I want it. Duke’s cock pressed against her thigh, thick and throbbing, its size a reminder of the raw power she’d glimpsed earlier. She’d spent her life as the unshakable pillar, the one who held the ranch—and her boys—together through every hardship. she wondered, her mind spinning. “I want it.
