“What are we doin’?” she whispered, her voice raw, trembling with a mix of fear and longing. She’d earned a moment to herself, a chance to shed the weight of being “Ma” and just be Josie. Right here, between them. She tried to cling to her usual confidence, but her voice wavered, betraying the desire simmering beneath. She was theirs tonight—no longer just their mother, but a woman, desired and untethered. Wyatt’s hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush. Wyatt spun her around, lifting her as he positioned himself behind her. But they weren’t done. “We’re gonna take you every way we can, Ma. Josie’s breath faltered, her body instinctively leaning into his touch despite the voice in her head protesting. “You were everything, Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with emotion. “Boys,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to reclaim some semblance of control. The water lapped at her skin, cool against the heat building within her.
