“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through her. Wyatt’s lips grazed her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “Seems you had the right idea, Ma,” Wyatt said, his voice low, laced with a warmth that curled her toes beneath the water. “I ain’t always wrong,” she quipped, though her tone lacked its usual edge. They’re your sons, her conscience screamed, but the thought was drowned out by the heat pooling in her pussy, the undeniable pull of their bodies calling to hers. Josie wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, the day’s labor carved into the ache of her shoulders and the calluses on her palms. Duke’s strong hands lifted her with ease, his grip firm yet tender as he positioned himself between her legs. They’re your sons, her conscience screamed, but the thought was drowned out by the heat pooling in her pussy, the undeniable
