Hunt, Delilah - Wyoming Triple Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

Logan swallowed.
God yes! So much you’ll lap it up and beg for me.

Clearing his throat, Logan took his mind out of the gutter and pretended to think. “On second thought, I don’t think my bratty girlfriend would want to share my attention.” His eyes darkened. “Would she?”

“She wouldn’t,” Lexie said thickly. Her eyes softened to his. “This girlfriend sounds very demanding, doesn’t she?”

“Very. You wouldn’t believe the things she likes to have done to her.”

Her eyes glinted. “It’s that bad with her?”

Logan nodded. “It is. Her habits are the worst. Encouraging grown men to dine together in the mornings. Incessant humming when I demand the silence I’m accustomed to. Forcing herself into my thoughts at all times of the day.”

She whistled low. “Sounds like a real b-i-t-c-h you’ve got on your hands, Kincaid. Should toss her to the curb.”

Logan held back a smile. “I
could
do that. Problem is, if I don’t have her, who’s going to do all those things I complained about?”

Her dark eyes softened as she took his hand, making their way to the car. Once inside and behind the wheel, Logan checked the time. Almost four. He still had a bunch of figures to sort through. Fall was around the corner, and like every other year, there was never enough time to get things ready for the cattle sale.

He glanced over at her. She didn’t seem to mind working with him. Maybe she’d even be happy to continue working alongside him instead of the clothing store she wasn’t too keen on. If this morning was anything to go by, it might be in both of their best interest to use her as an assistant
.

“This isn’t half bad,” she’d said. “Paper pushing and pretending to be a math whiz with this decked out calculator.” She smiled at him then. “Plus, I get to see how far you can draw your eyebrows together every time your brain is firing off. It’s kinda sexy, Kincaid.” Minutes later she was under the desk, teasing his cock with her warm tongue. With the floor scattered with documents, Logan stroked her head and felt the semen roll up his shaft into her awaiting mouth. She’d tucked his penis into his pants, going back to her work on the opposite side of the room, chattering and humming as if nothing illicit had occurred so early in the workday. Outside his window, Logan had glimpsed Owen and Connor riding over the valley, clueless to their activity.

“You’re fantasizing about spreadsheets again, aren’t you?” she asked, breaking into his thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re in a hurry to get back to your office. Don’t deny it. As soon as we get home you’re going to hand me over to Owen and Connor until it’s time for ‘see how fast we can get Lexie to strip butt naked for us.’”

He
had
been working into the nights. Surely it wasn’t as bad as she made it out to be.
It’s Saturday, Logan, and you’re clueless as a doorknob.
Jesus, he had been planning to return to work. Brows furrowed, Logan wondered if they minded the hours he spent away. Did Connor and Owen wish to spend more time with him, too? He assumed they never cared, maybe even took comfort in his absence.
Demanding older brother.

“You spent this morning with me in the office. Wouldn’t you rather spend the rest of the day with my brothers?

Honest question.

“Yes and no. I’m with you right now, that has to say something. I’m in the mood for some Logan and me time. Plus, Owen and I stayed up late last night learning way too much about each other.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. What did his brothers know about her that he didn’t? He had to show her that he could be laid-back like them. Logan grimaced. What the hell was he thinking? She was going to see right through him and regret her request to hang out with him.

Here goes nothing
.

At the next signal, Logan made a U-turn, and then a few miles down the road veered off into a crowded parking lot.

“Are you serious?”

“It’s the county fair, isn’t it? Don’t you like that stuff? Walking around talking, eating sugary treats.”

“Yes…but. This place must be the equivalent to the seedy pits of hell for you.” She stared at him in fascination and wonderment. “You’d torture yourself for me?”

“God almighty. If anyone’s being tortured, it’s you.” He rubbed a hand over his brows. Might as well warn her. “Look, honey. I’m not like my brothers. I can’t tell jokes, funny or perversion-wise, like Owen, and I envy Connor for his take it or leave it stance. I’m just me, Logan, workaholic who’s terrified his girlfriend is going to place his brothers above him and throw rocks at him for not showing her a good time at a crummy county fair.”

“I don’t need another Owen or Connor. I need you as you are—calling me
Alexa
in that rich, sexy voice, making my insides turn to jelly in a way that no one else can…” She wet her lips. “Well, with just one word I mean. No need to lie. Please don’t go changing on me, Logan.”

“I don’t think I could in any case.”
Although I
would have tried if you wanted me to.

The fair was exactly as he’d imagined from the sight of the rickety Ferris wheel that looked as if it should have been retired half a century ago. Logan wondered when the news reports would start coming about hundreds injured from the death trap.

Logan watched her from the corner of his eyes. Dear God, she was staring at the ride as if she intended to go on it. “No way, no how.”

“Scared of heights?”

Logan snorted. “Hardly. I’m thinking with something called common sense.”

She gazed at him quizzically and had the audacity to grin. “Ten bucks you’ve never been on one.”

Heat rose up his neck. “You’re not catching me on that thing and that’s final.” Was he that transparent?

“All right then, but you owe me ten dollars when we get home.” She started toward the damn Ferris wheel.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, following beside her when he should be snatching her in the opposite direction. “Are you deaf? I just told you this thing is—”

“Relax, Logan, you can mourn me in the morning. In the eulogy you can mention that I spent my final days in the company of the three hottest men in Wyoming doing sexual acts I never imagined my body capable of, oh, and that I spent the rest of time wishing a certain former deputy and his father would be eaten by a rabid pack of coyotes.”

“Don’t joke with me about dying. I’m not even halfway recovered from what happened to you last night.”

They reached the ticket booth. She dug her fingers into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a wad of cash, bills falling to the ground.

“What is this?” Logan hissed, watching her pick the money from the ground.

She got up, shrugged, and moved forward in the line. “Owen showed me where you guys keep spare cash. I took some, and then Connor came and insisted I take as much as needed, so I did. You don’t have to worry. I still have the card you gave me to use. I haven’t lost it.”

Logan released a loud breath. “Honey, it’s not safe to walk around with that much money. On Monday we’ll add your name to our personal bank account.”

“Does that mean you think I’ll survive the ride?”

Baffled, Logan watched her push a few dollars to the vendor. He was going to have to do it. What other choice did he have?

“One ticket,” she said, turning to await his answer.

Fuck me.
“Make that two.”

Her eyes widened and her jaws slackened. “But…”

“Pay the man.”

She plucked out some more money, quickly handing it over. “Why’d you change your mind?”

Logan swallowed. “Because I told you I’d protect you and that includes outdated carnie Ferris wheels, too.”

Chapter Fifteen

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lexie asked, hiding back a grin.

Logan sighed, hands tightening on the steering wheel. “We were stuck in the air for an hour. I’m not sure what your idea—” He stopped midsentence, and Lexie waited for him to reiterate his I-told-you-so. A slow smile swept across his hard features, making him appear softer, the type of person anyone would want to approach. “It was fun. We did have an amazing view over the prairie, didn’t we?”

“We did. And don’t forget, you got to watch me lick the ice cream cone afterward.” She lifted her eyebrows. “That was fun, too…”

Logan coughed. When he spoke, his voice went throaty. “Are you looking forward to spending the night with me?”

Yes, a hundred times over.

“I am. You excited about sleeping with me?”

He gave her one of those penetrating stares that sent her toes curling. “I’ve been waiting for this since I realized the reason why I was no longer went by the Wyoming Cattle Association after you stopped working there.”

“I thought you were obsessed with knowing everything that was going on in the industry. But I assumed that’s what kept you Kincaids above the rest of ranchers around here.”

“That’s just hard work and luck. I went there the day after you left and felt like kicking myself for not talking to you before.”

What was wrong with these men and their fear of talking to her? “It’s a small town, Logan. You guys knew about me. Single black girl who lives alone near the abandoned mill. Father occasionally passes through town to indulge in a few drinks and gamble away her belongings.” Lexie lifted her hand. “Not really seeing the attraction here Logan, much less for me to hit the jackpot three times. I’d love to know what it is about me that had you boys on fire.”

Logan looked over at her and chuckled. “It’s everything about you. Do you remember what you said to me when I stopped at the front desk that day?”

She gulped. How could she forget? It was a wonder she hadn’t been fired on her first day of temping. “I told you, you were more handsome up close than I thought, but there’s no way you could be as rich as everyone thinks.” Lexie coughed before adding, “That, ah, wasn’t one of my brightest moments.”

“No, it wasn’t. You could have said anything to me, and I would have eaten it up. I was intrigued. I wanted to hear what else that tiny little female with the lovely dark skin had to say.

“I also asked you how you got anything done on your ranch if you kept coming by so often,” she whispered.

“I did get behind on my work. Seeing you was more important to me. It still is, always should be.” He reached over, twining his fingers to hers. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right, Logan. No damage done. I’m sorry for adding my mess with Sam Warren into your problems. Kind of dumb, though, that he and his father might get away with arson.”

“They won’t. Unfortunately, the sheriff is right. I don’t think we’ll be able to get them based on that video alone. We have another one being analyzed independently, and we’re hoping that should be enough to nail them both. From the looks of it, the third person is currently sitting in the county jail.”

Lexie gazed out the window. Logan and his brothers were lucky. They had their ranch, a thriving factory. They had a place to belong. So many years of her life were spent here, and she wasn’t sure if this was home or not. She’d try saving up more times than she could count to return to Cheyenne, closer to where her mom was buried. Each time she was right there at her goal, it always ended in a bust, something imminent getting in the way. And now that
something
was the one thing she wanted. The one thing she’d never allowed herself to imagine or dream about.

“Logan. Have you ever thought of moving away? You and your brothers have so much money you could hire people to do all the work and go live it up in a city where the local sheriff doesn’t close his eyes when crimes are committed. Someplace where people like me won’t come knocking on your door asking for a job. You’d never have to deal with any of that stuff. What’s keeping you here?”