Josie’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Pride swelled in her chest, warm and fierce, but beneath it, a restless spark flickered, one she’d buried under years of duty and sacrifice. “Ma,” Duke murmured, brushing a damp curl from her face, his touch tender yet possessive. This is where I belong, she thought, her mind finally quiet. She approached the tank, the moonlight casting her shadow long and lean across the ground. “You’re takin’ us so good. “You’ve always been our everything,” he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder. They held her between them, their breaths ragged, the water lapping around their bodies like a gentle caress. 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. Her heart ached with the weight of it, her mind racing even as her body hummed with satisfaction. “You’re gonna have to take us, Ma,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
