Always will be.”
Josie’s mind was a haze of pleasure, her body consumed by the two men she loved more than anything. She’d raised Duke and Wyatt alone, teaching them to rope, ride, and endure the relentless demands of this life. Yes, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. Wyatt’s lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hand joined Duke’s, teasing her until she was trembling with need. “Oh, we’ll be gentle, Ma…” he drawled, his voice rich with promise. Duke kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body as Wyatt’s cock nudged her pussy, slick with Duke’s cum. I want you both.”
Wyatt’s lips curved into a wicked smile, his hands gripping her hips tighter. Josie leaned heavily against Duke, her head resting on his broad shoulder, while Wyatt’s strong arms encircled her from behind. She leaned against the splintered wooden fence, her boots scuffing the dirt as she watched Duke and Wyatt wrestle a stubborn steer in the distance. She’d earned a moment to herself, a chance to shed the weight of being “Ma” and just be Josie.
