Hunt, Delilah - Wyoming Triple Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“Logan is right here.” A rich timbre sounded from the staircase.

She whipped her head to the side. Logan looked so good standing there in white, loose-fitting pants and a blue button-down shirt. His hair looked damp and slightly ruffled, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower.

“Hi,” Lexie greeted, baffled by the sudden huskiness to her voice. Connor and Owen made her feel at ease, but something about Logan made her feel almost insecure, girlish, more so now that she was on his turf.

“Are we going to eat or what?” Connor asked.

They took off into the large dining room where it looked as if Owen had been busy prepping the table for dinner. Breaded chicken served with mushrooms and rice.

Sitting with the men, Lexie observed in silence as they went off into discussion about what each of them was doing or planned on doing for the week. She understood the first sentence until they mentioned cattle branding. She was utterly lost by the time they launched into talks of machinery, making her question her decision by the second. What on earth would she have in common with them? The only thing they had in common so far was that all four of them owned a pair of boots.

She cleared her throat and tapped a finger on the table. “Who am I sleeping with tonight?”
That’ll get their attention
.

Their eyes collided with hers. Lexie groaned inwardly, and her pussy clenched. There was no virtue in forced celibacy. None at all, especially when the solution to her curiosity was within reach.

“Would you like to see your room?”

Ah, yeah, Logan.
“I would. It’s not in the basement, is it?”

Logan glowered at her and Lexie grinned. “You have got to lighten up. I was only joking. I know Connor and Owen have my back.” She glanced over at the two. “Am I right?”

“We could always shove Logan down there if it would make you feel better,” Owen teased.

Logan rolled his eyes and pushed out of his chair. “Follow me, Lexie.”

Lexie wagged her finger at Owen and Conner. “That’s a shame. I happen to like your brother. No one’s going to throw Logan in the basement as long as I’m around.”

She looked at Logan and saw his lips twitching as if he was fighting back a smile. “That’s kind of you. I’ll have to remember your defense of me for future records.”

“I hope you do.” She followed Logan up the stairs and down the same hallway he’d led her to a week ago to his office. Along the way, Logan pointed out which room belonged to each of them.

“This one’s yours.”

The door opened, and Lexie drew in a breath. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but whatever it was, this was a hundred times better. An oversize bed stood in the middle, nightstand tables on either side, each decorated with a vase of fresh flowers, the scent filling her nostrils. The best, the bed linen was in her favorite shade of purple— lilac. Did they know?

“Whose room was this?”

“It belonged to no one before you. It was a guest room that’s never really been used.”

“What about the sheets? Lilac is my favorite color.”

Logan blushed, and it warmed her right down to her toes. “The three of us went out and bought some items to decorate the room for you. You always wear that lilac clip in your hair, and you had some things in your house…” He coughed into his fist. “It was a lucky guess.”

Without thinking, Lexie rose up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his for a quick kiss. “That was very thoughtful and sweet.”

Nodding, Logan stepped away as if he was uncomfortable. Lexie tried not to smile. Instead, she decided to speak in earnest. “I’m going to kiss Connor and Owen, too.” Despite the fact that they all seemed to be in agreement with sharing her, Lexie had to see for herself if they were going to be dealing with issues of jealousy or become angry with her for dividing her attention,
if
she agreed to it.

His lips quirked and a firm hand brushed along her cheek. “I have no problem with you kissing them, honey. Just don’t expect me to do it, too.”

Lexie giggled. “Not my type of kink.”

Logan gave her a full-on smile and, God help her, a wink. Biting her lips, Lexie knelt in front of her suitcase, popping it open. Logan was making her blood boil, meaning she needed to put some space between them.

“Did it make you feel special that I trusted you with the key to my house?” She looked up at him and saw the smile still in place. That had to be the longest she had ever seen Logan look anything other than ill-tempered.

“It did, but I’d like for you to trust me with a lot more than the key to your house.”

She pulled out the camisole and shorts she usually slept in. Peering up at Logan, she grinned, “Uh-uh. You want me to trust you with my heart and body, Logan?”

His eyes darkened, and he gave her a deep, penetrating look. “I’d like nothing more.”

Lexie gulped. Logan was staring at her as if he could see right down to her soul. Terrifying and thrilling.

“Is that what your brothers want from me, too?”

“You can ask them yourself, but I have no doubt they feel the same about you as I do.”

She stood with the clothes bundled in her hands. “All these years I had hoped for just one decent guy to ask me out, and now it looks like within twenty-four hours, I managed to get my hands filled with three.” Lexie pressed her hands to Logan’s chest. “Fact of the matter, Kincaid, is that I can see myself being attracted… No, scratch that, I am attracted to all of you. How far that’ll go? I’m not sure. Can I promise love? I don’t know. That emotion and I parted ways a long time ago. It’s going to take a while for us to get reacquainted. What I can promise you, however, is to give this a real shot. Obviously, that doesn’t mean I’m about to spread my legs for you guys tonight, but as of right now, I feel
less empty
than I’ve felt since my mom died.”

Logan circled his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. “Tonight will be a good night for us
—
with you here.
Get some sleep, honey. Connor and Owen will show you around the ranch in the morning.”

“You’re not coming with us?”

She heard him chuckle above her and felt his huge chest expand. “I take care of the business end of the ranch and the factory. My brothers make sure everything on the ranch runs smooth each day and manage the ranch hands. That’s not to say those two can outride me. I wish I had more time to spend out there, but most days I’m up to my neck in paperwork.”

“Oh.”

Lexie felt bad for him. While Connor and Owen got to bask in the fresh Wyoming air, doing what they loved, Logan had to be alone inside working to ensure everything stayed on track.

He cupped her chin, urging her to look at him. “Do you think I’m boring compared to my brothers because I’m not out there sweating and working with my hands?”

Lexie rolled her eyes. “Yes, so boring, in fact, that I was contemplating to ask you if you needed help with all that boring paperwork. You know, to save you from yourself.”

His eyes narrowed and he released her chin. “You want to help me in the office?”

She lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, sure. Why not? It’s not like branding cattle or roping a steer appeals to me anyway.” She moved away from him and threw herself on the bed, arms folded behind her head. “Plus, if we close the deal on our arrangement, wouldn’t you like to have your little pet by your feet calculating figures or whatever it is you business types do?”

Logan rubbed his jaw and stared at her, his gaze heated. “That’s quite a suggestion. I’m surprised I didn’t think of it first.”

She leapt off the bed and charged in front of him. “Get that off your mind, Kincaid. There’s no fucking way I’m going to sit by your feet while you work. Not even in your dreams.”

He smiled again. “I was giving you a taste of your own medicine,” he said, lowering his head to press his lips to hers. “I’ll expect you to
kneel
in front of me while I work. Goodnight.” The door clicked behind him.

Lexie stood with her mouth agape staring at the spot where he’d stood. Dear God, why the hell was she disappointed he hadn’t gone into explicit details with her?
Sick, Lexie. You are one sick and horny woman.

Chapter Six

Owen was glad Connor had to leave the house early this morning. While Connor was out irrigating ditches with some of the ranch hands, he would have Lexie all to himself. Last night, after Logan had returned downstairs, he’d almost whooped in joy when his brother told them Lexie was indeed attracted to each of them. Even better, it seemed as if she was warming to the idea of belonging to them.

The door swung open, and Owen turned from his spot against the wall on the porch. She was wearing a pale red, cropped top, a pair of cutoff jean shorts that showed off her shapely bronze legs, and a pair of black cowgirl boots. His gaze drifted to her flat stomach and the cute little belly button he was aching to dip his tongue into.

“Like what you see?” she asked, twirling to give him the full view of her rounded ass.

“Fuck it, Lexie. If you knew what I was thinking, you’d run back inside and put on two more layers of clothing.”

She laughed and hooked her arm through his. “You Kincaids are all the same.”

“We are?”

Lexie flashed a smile that made his cock twitch inside his jeans. “Yep. Should have heard what Logan said to me last night. Speaking of…that reminds me.” She stopped in midsentence and stretched up, sweeping her lips to his.

Owen’s eyes popped open, and he snagged a hand around her waist to deepen the kiss. She wriggled against him and pulled back.

“What was that about?” He ran a finger across his lips. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Hell, we could go back inside and finish this up.”

“Logan told me how you guys went all Martha Stewart for me. It’s my way of saying thanks.” She lifted an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hips. “I owe Connor a kiss, too, just so you know. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

“You’re asking if I’m going to be jealous if I see you with my brothers.”

“Will you be?”

“Not as long as you give me what I want from you.”

“Oh yeah.” Her voice went low and husky. “What
do
you want from me, Kincaid?”

He clasped her to him and covered his hand over her ass. “I’m Owen. I’ve told you to stop calling me Kincaid. I’m not my fucking brothers, darlin’.” Lowering his head, Owen nibbled the top of her ear and ground his erection into her covered pussy. “Can’t you feel what I want from you, Lexie girl? What I want so badly to give to you?”

A soft moan fell from her lips, and she rocked her hips into him. “I like what you’re doing. Feels really good.”

Oh fuck.
He wondered how wet her pussy was, if it was as tiny as her petite frame. Owen moved his hand from her ass to stroke between her legs. “I could pull down those itty-bitty shorts and fuck you right here out in the open.”

She whimpered and shook her head. “You can’t. I wouldn’t let you.”

“Do you think I care if anyone sees us fucking. If everyone on the ranch gets a view of your pussy stretched full of cock?”

“Ohhh.” The tiny sound escaped her before she stuttered.” I–I meant because of Logan and Connor. Not fair to them.”

Owen popped open a button to her shorts and slid his fingers inside, stroking her moist heat. “What’s not fair? Them not being around to watch me pleasure my woman?”

“Yes,” she whispered dreamily then frantically shook her head. “No! I meant to say no. It’s not fair because I’m not having sex with you yet, and when the time comes, I want us all to be involved. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? I don’t want to feel like we’re sneaking behind their backs, and I doubt you want that either.”