Josie’s body trembled, her pussy and ass still pulsing with the aftershocks, the fullness of their cum inside her a constant reminder of their claim. “You ready for me, Ma?” Duke murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Seems you had the right idea, Ma,” Wyatt said, his voice low, laced with a warmth that curled her toes beneath the water. “What we’ve all wanted, even if we couldn’t say it.” His eyes held hers, dark and intense, and in that gaze, she saw the truth—years of unspoken desire, of admiration that went beyond the bond of family. Water’s fine—might do you some good.”
Wyatt’s low chuckle rumbled through the air, rough and warm, like whiskey over gravel. The crunch of boots on gravel shattered her reverie. Wyatt followed suit, his movements unhurried, deliberate, revealing a body just as powerful, scarred and sun-bronzed. “That was… there ain’t no words for it.”
Wyatt’s lips grazed her neck, his voice warm and thick with emotion. Wyatt’s, as he shed his pants, was long and elegant, like a stallion’s, promising a different kind of strength. Her clit pulsed, begging for attention, and she reached down, her fingers rubbing the sensitive nub frantically.
