She wanted to retort, to reclaim some semblance of control, but Duke’s lips met hers before she could speak, stealing her breath. She wanted to retort, to reclaim some semblance of control, but Duke’s lips met hers before she could speak, stealing her breath. Josie’s heart hammered as she took in the sight of her eldest son—his broad shoulders, the ripple of his abdomen, the faint dusting of hair leading downward. “Do it,” she breathed, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Her nipples hardened beneath the water, the coolness of the tank doing nothing to quell the fire building inside her. Wyatt’s smile was tender, his eyes soft with something deeper than lust. 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. Why not? Look at you, stretched tight on our cocks.” His hands shifted to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he thrust into her ass, his rhythm relentless.
