“You know what we want, Ma,” he said, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs, brushing her clit and making her gasp. “Both of you, right here.” She pressed a hand to her lower belly, her pussy clenching at the thought, a fresh spark of desire igniting within her. She’d spent so long being strong, being the backbone of this family, that she’d forgotten what it felt like to be seen as a woman. “Seems you had the right idea, Ma,” Wyatt said, his voice low, laced with a warmth that curled her toes beneath the water. “Never felt anything like you.”
Wyatt’s lips found hers, his kiss grounding her as Duke began to move, his thrusts deep and measured. With a glance to ensure the boys were still occupied, she peeled off her dirt-streaked plaid shirt, the fabric heavy with the day’s grit.
