Wyatt’s lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hand joined Duke’s, teasing her until she was trembling with need. Indianporn Floating on her back, she let the tension in her body unravel, the moonlight bathing her in a glow that felt almost sacred. “You alright?”
She swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. Yes, I can handle it. They weren’t just talking about tonight—they were offering her the chance to let go, to step out of the role she’d held for so long. “Ma,” Duke murmured, brushing a damp curl from her face, his touch tender yet possessive. “I ain’t always wrong,” she quipped, though her tone lacked its usual edge. “You want us both, Ma?” Duke asked, his voice rough with need. Always will.” His words settled over her like a warm blanket, easing the guilt that lingered at the edges of her mind.
