His hands gripped her hips, squeezing as he thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. Wyatt’s lips claimed hers again, his kiss deep and commanding, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm that left her dizzy. “You’ve always been our everything,” he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder. Now, at forty-five, with lines etched around her eyes and a body still strong but softened by time, she felt the weight of those years pressing against her. she thought, a rare impulse piercing her usual restraint. Wyatt followed suit, his movements unhurried, deliberate, revealing a body just as powerful, scarred and sun-bronzed. Josie’s mouth went dry, her pulse quickening as they stood before her, naked and unashamed. “You’re perfect, Ma,” Wyatt murmured, his voice rough with emotion. Look at you, stretched tight on our cocks.” His hands shifted to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he thrust into her ass, his rhythm relentless. she wondered, her mind spinning. “Coolin’ off,” she drawled, her tone teasing to mask the heat creeping up her neck. For the first time in years, she let herself feel something other than responsibility.
