Hunt, Delilah - Wyoming Triple Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

Logan dropped the pen in his hand and questioned her in seriousness. “Are you a thief? We can’t discount the fact that you did break into the Warren house on top of everything.”

Wavy curls that looked as if she had braided then unraveled the hair, bounced against her neck as she denied it. “I’ve never stolen anything before.” A pause. “I mean, I’ve never tried to steal anything before. I wanted to get that out of the way before the conversation took off. As for Frank, I call that taking what rightfully belongs to me. He’s the thief. I wish you guys could have seen that instead of handing over…” She heaved a sigh, and Logan couldn’t help but lower his gaze to where her breasts rose, oh so subtly, with that tiny intake of breath.

A smile spread across her bow-shaped lips, though not quite reaching her eyes. “I’m getting off track,” she said quietly, straightening in the chair. “I didn’t come here to discuss Frank and my…necklace.”

“No?”

“I wanted to ask about a job.”

Logan reclined in his chair.
Interesting.
“I assumed you had a job working inside that women’s store, Savvy Girls?”

“I do, but my hours are being reduced to two days per week. It’s just not enough. I need to find something else.”

“Understandable. However, I’m unsure how I factor into this dilemma of yours?”

She let out a breath and drew up her slender shoulders.
Dear God,
is she trying to appear taller?
Logan held back a smile. If Lexie wanted a job, he and his brothers did have the perfect one in mind for her. One that wouldn’t require anything apart from being available to them all throughout the day and night with that exquisite body.

“I was wondering if I could get a position in the sugar beet factory.”

Logan opened his mouth to categorically deny her request when she rushed on. “I’m a diligent worker, I learn fast, and you wouldn’t believe how skilled I am at following directions. I’ll even work on the weekends, nights, too.”

“My answer is no. There’s no place for you in that factory. I’m sorry if you came here with expectations that I’d agree to this.”

“Why not?”

“For one, we’re not hiring new workers, and two, even if we were, I wouldn’t allow you to work there. That’s my final word.”

She blinked and pushed out of the chair. “That’s some honesty right there,
Logan
. I’m not sure what the heck I ever did to you and your brothers. I thought I’d at least have a fair shot at the job after I apologized.” Shrugging, she strode to the doorway and turned the handle. “Guess there goes my invitation to your blowout. Oh wait, I’m about the only person in town who isn’t on the list.” She laughed softly, mocking him with the hurt she was trying to hide.

“It’s a small get-together.” He knew it sounded contrite even to his own ears.

“I don’t care,” she stated flatly, stepping through the doorway.

Logan felt like an ass after the door clicked, but he had to let her go, however much it pained him. Her mother’s necklace was sitting in his desk drawer this very moment, and he wanted more than anything to hand it to her. Not just that, but to let her know how much he and his brothers cared about her and wanted to be with her. He couldn’t. The timing was off. It wasn’t just about his feelings for Lexie. Owen and Connor had as much right to voice their feelings to her as he did, and he wasn’t going to make a move on her unless everyone involved was present.

Less than two minutes later, Logan heard the distinct rattle of the door shaking on its hinges, followed by a furious yell.

Owen burst through his door first. However, it was Connor who raged. “What the fuck happened between you and Lexie? We saw her storming off the ranch. It looked like she was about to start crying. What did you say to her?”

“I didn’t mention our plans if that’s what you’re so fired up about. She’s clueless about our intentions toward her.”

Owen crossed his arms. “All right. So she doesn’t know we want her to belong to us, fair enough. Just tell me why the hell Lexie was so upset? You had to have said something to her. Out with it, bro.”

Logan held out his hands on the desk. “She asked me for a job inside the factory.”

His brothers frowned in unison. Of course they understood. “Exactly. We want her here with us. The factory is no place for her.” He lowered his voice, unable to suppress the emotion he felt from being around her those few minutes. “God, she’s such a little thing. I can’t help but wonder if she can take on all three of us. It’s not like we’ve ever done this before, sharing a woman.”

“This is definitely new territory for us. I don’t know about you two,” Connor pointed out, “but I haven’t fucked for a good four months since I realized it was Lexie I kept picturing with those other chicks.”

“Same here,” Owen admitted.

Logan knew it was true for him also. The only release he’d been getting for months was his fist wrapped tight around his cock, pumping to the image of Lexie with her pussy soaking and covered with his sperm.

Those visions of her had only evolved once he’d become aware his brothers were hard up for her. As soon as he’d become comfortable with the thought of her being sexually active, taking another man’s dick inside her cunt while still belonging to him, he’d known it was time to broach the topic with his brothers. When the three of them had sat down and discussed it, they’d come to the conclusion that the adorable, outspoken girl was officially Kincaid property, and it was only a matter of time before they let it be known.

“We have to tell her soon. She was upset about not being invited to the party tomorrow night.”

Owen made a hissing sound and curled his fist.

“It gets worse,” Logan continued. “She’s having a harder time, that’s why she came to ask about the job. I don’t want her to keep worrying about her future. There’s no reason for it. Not if we can help it.”

A flash of dismay skidded across Owen’s face. “You didn’t tell her that we invited those assholes to try and get information about Warren and the deputy, did you?”

Before he could answer, a voice blurted out, “The day after the party.”

Logan gave a puzzled glance over at Connor, who had spoken. Normally the one who went with the flow, Connor looked determined as ever. “I can’t wait any long to have her. We’ll lay it all out for her on Sunday and see how she reacts. If it’s too much for her to handle, we keep at it until we can convince her to be with us. All three of us. All or nothing.”

Logan shifted his gaze to Owen who jerked his head. “I’m in.”

For a second, intelligent speech evaded him.
This is really happening
. In a few days time, they might have their girl living on the ranch with them. Taking a deep breath, Logan confirmed, “Sunday it is.”

Chapter Three

Lexie peered into the refrigerator. Half carton of milk. Baking soda. Cream cheese. Nothing to work with. The two slices of toast she’d eaten yesterday morning had served its purpose for all of an hour. A rumble rippled through her stomach, and Lexie clamped a hand over the offending sound. Damn, this was pathetic and all because she’d given every last cent to Frank. At the time, all she’d cared about was getting back the necklace. And now she was stuck without a paycheck for another week and nothing to show for the money lost.

Slamming the refrigerator shut, she threw herself down into the floral 1980s-style couch Bernice was so fond of. Lexie folded her arms behind her head. She wondered if Logan regretted his decision not to hire her. Eh, most likely he’d forgotten all about it and her. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach because she knew it had to be true.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what being a member of their family must be like, despite it being just the three of them. Those men were tight-knit, they were like a perfect unit…and she was jealous. Jealous that they had each other and for an entirely different reason that she hated to contemplate. She was jealous of the attention they showed to other women, including the invitation Marissa and Anna-Sue had received from them, and all she wanted was a stinking shot at a job, and they couldn’t even give her that.

Lexie grimaced. She knew she should have kept a tighter rein on her control without allowing the hurt she’d felt to bubble to the surface inside his office. Apart from the day she’d gone over to the ranch and had her hand slapped by Owen, which up to this moment remained the most embarrassing moment of her life, she’d only seen them here and there and spoken to them a few times, what about, she couldn’t recall and had stopped paying attention to them after realizing that for all the eyeballing they were giving here, not one of them was interested enough to ask her out.

It was obvious they weren’t into her, so Lexie had no idea why the hell they behaved as if they knew everything about her. Including Owen’s reminder of her night in the jail. Did they know what Deputy Warren had tried to do to her? Dread slithered down her spine. They probably knew and planned on taking advantage of her fear sometime in the future. That had to be it.
Sickos
.

Lexie curled her lips and snatched up a book resting on the side table. Her thumb grazed the paper, but she froze when a single thud resonated on the door. Her mouth felt dry, and her heart hammered. No one ever came to her house, at least not since Bernice died five years ago. It was Sunday, no mail, so that meant it had to be Sam Warren. She gnashed her teeth. What to do? Call 911 and say a police officer was outside her door? Would they believe her if she said he’d tried to sexually assault her? So many weeks had passed…

“Lexie, open the door.”

Logan?
The pounding in her chest quieted to a lull. If there were ever a time she’d wanted to hear that man’s voice, it was now. Dropping her book on the ground, Lexie raced toward the door, almost knocking over the side table in her haste. He must have had a change of mind about giving her a job.

Crossing her fingers, she chanted silently,
Please, please, please
and yanked the door open. Lexie staggered backward, feeling the wind knocked out of her. All three of the Kincaid brothers were standing in front of her small doorway, their massive shoulders and powerhouse builds making it impossible to see anything beyond them.

“What are you guys doing here?” she demanded, pulling the door closer so they wouldn’t see inside and think she was going to issue them an invitation.

Owen locked his gaze on her and lifted an eyebrow. “Not going to invite us in?”

“That would be a
no
.”

Logan snorted and pushed the door open. Her mouth flew open as the three men strode inside her living room. When she finally snapped her jaw closed and got over the shock of their arrogant intrusion, Lexie turned on them, arms folded, tapping one foot on the carpet.

“I repeat. What the hell do you think you’re doing? No one goes barging in on your property, what gives you the right to do that here?”

“That’s enough out of you.”

Wha…What?
Lexie eyes bulged. Now
Connor
was issuing orders to her, inside her own freaking house. This had to be a hunger-induced hallucination.

She took a deep breath and held up her hands. “I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten, and when I open them, I better not see any one of you inside my house. One, two—”

“Stop counting and open your eyes, darlin’. We’re not going anywhere.” Owen again with that damn “darlin’,” something he probably called every woman under the age of sixty.

Lexie glared. “Then please tell me why my house is suddenly being taken over by the mighty Lord Kincaids.”

Logan brushed past her, and Lexie guffawed once more at the sheer gall of the way they behaved as if they owned the place. “Sit down. We have something important to discuss with you.”

She rolled her eyes and went to the couch. “Of course, silly me. It’s only my home, after all. Who am I to disobey your orders?”