“Not just tonight, but always. she thought, but the question was swallowed by the heat in her belly, the ache between her legs that demanded attention. Her nipples hardened beneath the water, the coolness of the tank doing nothing to quell the fire building inside her. “That was… there ain’t no words for it.”
Wyatt’s lips grazed her neck, his voice warm and thick with emotion. She’d raised Duke and Wyatt alone, teaching them to rope, ride, and endure the relentless demands of this life. She moaned, the sound muffled by Wyatt’s kiss, as Duke’s rhythm quickened, his cock hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. Duke moved closer, the water parting around him like a curtain. “Then you better keep up,” she teased, her voice steady now, a spark of her old fire returning. Wyatt’s hand slid to her waist, his touch firm yet reverent. Her jeans followed, pooling at her feet. She stepped in, the water rippling around her calves, then her thighs, as she submerged herself.
