Hunt, Delilah - Wyoming Triple Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

Logan expelled a breath and glanced her way. “We stay because this is our home. This is Kincaid land. Your idea might be appealing to others looking for a life of luxury, for us…that’s not the life we want. We take care of what belongs to us. There’s not much to offer here, but it has what we need.” He raised an eyebrow. “Should I be asking you the same?”

She lifted a shoulder. “That’s not hard to figure out. I would have left a long time ago if I had the means. Even if it was to spend a day in Cheyenne, visiting my mother’s grave. I always see people on television leaving flowers for their loved ones, and I’ve never done that. It burns me up on the inside, makes me feel like a horrible daughter.”

“Honey, I’m sure your mother knows you’d visit her if you could. Isn’t it every parent’s wish to just have their children happy?”

She looked out the window and laughed softly. “If that’s true, then I’ve been letting her down on that count, too.”

The car came to a halt at a red light. “You’re not happy?” Logan asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Been. Past tense, Kincaid. Hard as it is to admit, this is the happiest I’ve been in years. I love being on the ranch with you all.”

His eyebrows furrowed as if her words displeased him. “Why is that hard to admit? I’ve told you from the beginning that I demand total honesty from you. Are you holding back from us, Lexie? Do you think it’s enough to share your body with us each night without giving a part of your heart? Is that how you’ve been viewing this?”

“Pretty much,” she answered flatly.

He and his brothers had each other and their money for comfort. When the time came and they decided to walk away from her one after the other, the only thing she would have left was her heart. So for now, she was content to enjoy the ride until the ticket expired or she’d reach her use-by date. Lexie swallowed and set her gaze on Logan. Why did she have the sinking feeling that day had just arrived judging by his expression to her cold honesty.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Kincaid, I always have my keys with me, feel free to do your part now and send me packing. I’d appreciate it if you…Owen, or Connor could bring my stuff around sometime in the week.”

The light switched to green, and Logan gave her a quick glance. “What about Warren? I thought you were afraid. What will you do if he comes by your house?”

Pray for a quick death
. “I lied. I’ve got that covered, too. Asshole doesn’t scare me, and if anything happens to me, I’m sure everyone will know who did it. We’d both pretty much be screwed.”
It
didn’t even take Logan a minute to agree with me leaving.

“When I return home without you, what then? What should I say to my brothers who are expecting you?”

She shrugged. “Tell them I ran off with a carnie.” She looked out the window and sighed. “I don’t care what you tell them.”
Not like any of you had your hearts into this either
. Logan’s acceptance of her answer came too easily. Deep down she assumed he would challenge her for an explanation. Or it could be that he had been looking for an out in this bizarre situation they’d gotten themselves entangled in.

“Lexie?”

She blinked away the tears forming behind her eyes. “What is it?” she asked quietly, not bothering to look at him. What was the point anyway? She could dismiss him, all of them as easily as they’d dismiss her.

“You’re afraid, aren’t you, honey?”

She hissed beneath her breath. “I just told you, Warren can go fu—”

“I’m not talking about him. I’m talking about you. You view this as a gamble, like when you trusted Frank with the contract, something that meant the world to you, and he changed the rules late in the game. You believe that’s going to happen with us. One day you’ll wake up thinking life is perfect, and we tell you that’s it. Get lost, Lexie, we’ve had enough then it’s on to the next women who’ve captured our interest. It’s natural that, by this time, we’d have grown tired of sharing and want women of our own, right?”

She held up her hands. “I said the same exact thing to your brother, and now you’re repeating it to me. There must be a ring of truth to it.”

“It’s a valid fear. What if you end up getting pregnant with Connor’s child and decide to leave me and Owen to run off with him? I know Connor was devastated when he realized we wanted you also. How’s that for a fear? You think I don’t see the way you look at him, as if the two of you share some sort of secret bond.”

Her eyes bulged. “I would never run off with one of your brothers. I care about you all equally. That’s why it’s so hard imagining one of you walking away from this. It would hurt too much. I could never be complete being with just Connor or Owen or even the two of them. Sicko that I am, I have to have the three of you. Logan, that’s a stupid fear you have. It would never happen, and Connor is loyal to the bone. He’s neck-deep into this as much as we are.”

“Then it all comes down to trust. I trust that you won’t betray me, and in turn, you have to trust that we won’t abandon you. You have to trust us when we tell you this is the life we want, with
you
. All four of us figuring out a way to make it work for the long haul.”

Her chest rose and fell. “It’s hard to do. Trust.”

His thumb stroked over hers as they turned into the driveway. “I know it is, at least for now. If you give it some time, honey, you’ll see what it means to belong to us. When we decide on something, that’s it, Lexie. No going back. We’ve decided on you. For better or for worse, you’re our girl.”

Chapter Sixteen

“Hey, cowboys. Look what Lexie’s got.”

Connor swung around to the singsong voice behind him. Lexie was holding a large pitcher of what looked to be pink lemonade and two glasses stacked on top of the other in her other hand.

“Hey there, darlin’,” Owen exclaimed beside him, turning his horse around and pushing open the corral gates. “Blazing out here, isn’t it?”

The August sun was hotter than usual, adding Lexie to the mix in that ass-hugging miniskirt, and the temperature rose at least ten degrees. Damn, she hadn’t been out here for a minute and his crotch felt tighter. Connor accepted the glass she offered, not before catching her gaze darting toward his erection.

She lifted her eyebrows, placed the pitcher on the ground then hopped onto the corral fence. Sexy, bronze-kissed legs dangled above the ground.

“You like the taste? Did I use enough sugar?”

He downed the last bit. “It’s perfect.”
Not as good as the way your pussy tastes.

“Was that made ’specially for us?” Owen asked, swaggering his way over to her.

She kept swinging her legs, teasing them. “Guess you could say that.”

Owen lifted his gaze to him and Connor gave a subtle nod, their thoughts aligned.

“What else did you bring for us?” he asked, striding over to the fence.

She hesitated before showing her palms. “They’re empty, aren’t they? The lemonade’s all I’ve got.”

His jeans were going to pop from his erection. She knew damn well what they were talking about. Owen moved beside him, now the two of them stood in front of her.

“I find that hard to believe,” Owen murmured.

She jumped off the fence. “Well, believe it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I happen to be Logan’s assistant, and I take my job very seriously.”

“Does that mean he’s released inside you for the morning?”

She cocked a hand to her hip. “That’s something neither of you are going to know.

Connor’s nostrils flared. She wanted to play. “Were you still wet from when I woke you up to fuck this morning? Could you feel my cum inside you while Logan was pumping his load into you?”

Beside him, Owen sucked in a breath. “Looks like I’m the one with the late start today.”

“What is it, treat-Lexie-like-a-piece-of-meat day?” she asked, attempting to push past them. Connor swung out his arm, snagging it around her waist. “No, more like treat Lexie like the fuckable woman she is.”

He felt her tremble. She looked between him and Owen. “I really have to get back to Logan soon.”

Owen lifted a strand of her hair. “We won’t keep you long.”

Her eyes darted around the open space. “You guys want to do it here?”

Connor nodded, and her eyes glinted. “T–the ranch hands, what if someone sees us?”

“We’ve got them over at the fall pasture.”

“Who cares?” Owen said. “If anyone passes, they can keep looking or turn away so long as they know you’re off-limits.”

“What do you guys want me to do?”

His groin tightened from the aching vulnerability he heard in her voice. Lexie always wanted to please them no matter how much she tried to fight it.

“Why don’t you climb back on the fence and show us what you’ve been up to.” Connor caught a glimpse of Owen, who looked like he was ready to throw Lexie to the ground and pound into her.

“Come on, Lexie, open those pretty legs for us,” he whispered. “Can’t you see what you’re doing to us? How hard you’re making us, baby?”

She sank her teeth into her plump lips. Unable to resist, Connor traced his fingertip across them. “Would you like to make us feel better?”

Owen came beside him, pushing a hand up her thigh beneath her skirt. “That’s right, Lexie. We’ve been out here working hard, darlin’. Working to take care of our girl. I think we deserve a show of gratitude, toiling out here in the hot sun.” Owen looked over at him. “What do you think, Connor?”

He nodded and fixed his gaze between her splayed legs. “I think you’re right and…” Connor locked eyes with her. “I think we have our answer about what you and Logan have been up to.” Her cunt was shiny and glistening with semen.

Owen tilted his head to have a peek. “You gave it to him good, didn’t you?”

Lexie nodded and curled her fingers around the fence, a small moan escaping her. “Logan had me sit on his cock as soon as you guys left the house.” She spread her legs wider and looked at Connor. “He came as hard as you did this morning.”

Connor gulped.
Fuck.
He’d given her a thick, hot load of cum this morning. Her sweet little cries had rung in his ears all day long.

Connor touched her cheek with the back of his hands. “You want Owen now, don’t you?”

She leaned her face into his hand and darted her gaze to Owen. “Mm-mm.”

“That’s fine, but what are you going to do for me?”

She wet her lips and brushed her hand against his groin. “Lexie does whatever her men want.”

Owen stretched out a hand, fondling her tits. “You can start by taking off the shirt so we can watch those cute little tits bounce while I fuck you and you suck off Connor.”

“Is that what you want to do for me, baby?”

She nodded, quickly reached for his waistband. Connor stilled her hand. “Get off the fence.”

She jumped off, hurrying between them. Standing with his legs widened, Connor saw that Owen did the same. She stepped in front of them, soft fingers going to his zipper then Owen’s, peeling both their pants past their hips.

Spreading her arms, she wrapped her hand around their cocks. “Are you Kincaids ever not ready for sex?”

Connor thrust his hips toward. Her hands felt good. “Always ready. Guess you’re one in the same with us.”

Lexie grinned, although she didn’t have a chance to reply. Owen pointed a finger gesturing to the ground. “C’mon, Lexie. You know what we want from you.”

On the ground and on her back, knees bent and thighs spread. Her naked cunt open for them to see, shiny with her juices and sperm. His cock swelled to its full size when Owen lowered himself between her legs hiking her skirt to her belly.