by Delilah Hunt
“I’m sorry for my reaction,” Connor murmured, trailing his lips along her neck. “I’ve wanted you for such a long time, baby. Almost went out of my mind when I realized Owen and Logan felt the same way about you.”
He cupped her breast through her dress and gave it a firm squeeze. Lexie released a soft moan. “So, why didn’t you ask me out?” She would have said yes to him.
“I was going to.” His breathing sounded harsh as he lifted his head. “When I finally worked up the nerve, I mentioned it to Owen. That’s when we got into it because he told me you were already taken.”
Lexie gasped, but he chuckled at her response. “Yeah, I was surprised, too. I’d never seen you with anyone. I asked him and he told me you were already taken by him. We were about to go at it physically when both of us realized that Logan, who usually got in the middle of our fights, had been keeping quiet. It was strange. That’s when we both noticed the look in his eyes. Right away, we knew we had a big problem on our hands.”
Her face heated. “You mean little ol’ me?”
“Yes. It took a long time before the three of us came to a conclusion. The one thing we all knew from the very beginning was that neither of us was going to give you up to the other. I guess that’s what led us down the road of wanting to share if you agree to it. At least that way you could belong to the three of us.”
Sighing, she placed her hand on his, tracing circles below his knuckle. “I just told you how I felt about this situation. Connor, you know you’re not a hundred percent on board with this, why else would you have gotten so upset when I mentioned kissing your brothers?”
“I reacted badly. I’m sorry, Lexie. You should know I wouldn’t think of you like that—as a whore. Owen and Logan wouldn’t either. Would I rather have you all to myself? That’s a no-brainer. It’s not going to happen however, so I won’t dwell on it. I’d rather focus on what I do have. And it looks like, as of right now, I have my girl in my arms, and that’s all I need.” Another moment passed before he said in a hushed tone, his gaze trained toward the night sky, “The thing is, even if I could have you to myself, I’m not sure I’d choose that. Not after seeing the way my brothers are with you. I want them to be happy, and right now it looks as if the only way that’s going to happen is if the four of us stick together in this and do our best to make it work.”
“But will you be happy?” she insisted. Say yes. Let me be happy with you. Connor was so caring, placing his brother’s feelings on the same level as his own. It was touching and reminded her of the way Bernice had selflessly given her a home, although it aided to her own detriment, having another mouth to feed. She didn’t want him to be adversely affected by all this. Truth be told, and hard as it was to admit because of her deepening affection for each man, Lexie felt that hurting Connor would be more painful than Logan or Owen. And so she glanced over at him, awaiting his answer, breath lodged in her throat.
“If you say you’re mine, then I’m happy. I can share you with a hundred other men as long as a part of you is mine.”
She threw her arms around him while tears stung at the back of her eyes. It was such a ridiculous statement, but whatever emotion Connor was feeling, it was palpable, warming her to her very soul. One way or the other, she was going to return the feeling to him tenfold.
“I’m yours.”
He nodded and pulled her closer, resting his chin atop her head. “That’s all I need to know.”
Chapter Eight
Logan scrubbed a finger above his temple. Laughter floated from downstairs, reverberating through the crack in his office door. Lexie was with them watching television. More laughter. Frustrated and feeling silly for leaving the door halfway open because he hadn’t wanted to feel cut off from the rest of them, he pushed out his chair and shoved the door closed.
He was being unreasonable, and he knew it. She had spent the better part of the morning going over some of the paperwork he’d neglected in favor of those requiring his immediate attention.
He couldn’t expect her to spend the night tucked away inside his office when Connor and Owen were available and ready to spend time with her. He wanted to laugh with them, to be as carefree as Owen. He’d heard the dirty jokes Owen cracked with her and the way she fired back at him, taking it all in stride. If he did that, Logan doubted she would give him the same reaction. If he said any of the things Owen did to most women, he’d probably be charged for sexual harassment. On second thought, no one in Oak Creek would dare level a charge against the Kincaids. As of now, Frank Warren and his son were the only ones they classified as enemies. Had been like that ever since they’d refused to sell the factory to the older man.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. They needed to hurry up and figure out a way to bring down the second wealthiest man in their community. He didn’t want to mention his suspicions to the sheriff in case the man let it slip out to Warren Junior, who would issue an advanced warning to his father. Worse, both of them could skip town, and that was the last thing they wanted to happen. He wanted them to pay. If the fire hadn’t been so quickly contained, lives could have been lost—hundreds of his employees could have been killed and his great-great-grandfather’s hard work would have been thrown to the wind.
“Knock, knock.”
Logan straightened in his chair as Lexie stuck her head through the door. “I thought maybe you had fallen asleep at the desk. I promised your brothers I’d poke and yell at you to get back to work.”
Against his will, his lips curved into a smile. Logan felt lighter. “Come on in, honey.”
“I can’t believe you’re still working. Don’t you ever quit?” she asked, climbing on top of his desk and crossing her legs at the ankle in front of him.
“No.”
She raised a brow then lifted her feet, resting them on his thigh “Do you want me to force you to relax?”
“And how do you propose to do that?”
“You’re the one who’s strung so tightly. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
I would, Logan almost said. He wanted to tell her exactly what part of him she could start with, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his arms around her waist and hoisted her from the desk, forcing her to stand between his legs.
“Honey, you don’t have to be up here with me. You can go back downstairs to whatever it is you were doing.”
“If I wanted to be down there, I would be. I came up here to help you, like I told you I would.”
Logan let out a silent groan. As much as he loved having her work beside him, there was no way he could keep her near without touching her lush body. His cock was straining, trying to rip a hole through his pants because of her nearness.
“It’s best if you leave.”
She glared at him. “No. I said I’m going to help you.”
Logan pressed his back into his chair. “You’re too stubborn.”
She jutted out her chin and stared at him. “So what?”
“So what?” Logan growled, half rising from his chair, palms flattened against the desk. “Look at me.” He widened his legs so she could see his massive erection. “Does it look like I need your help with paperwork?”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head ever so slowly, her gaze riveted to his cock pushing through his pants. “Oh, my God. It’s huge,” she whispered, as if she didn’t think he could hear.
His cock swelled painfully under her gaze. If she didn’t leave, he was going to come inside his pants right in front of her. “Go downstairs to Connor and Owen,” he commanded.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright and shoulders squared. “I want to stay here.”
“And do what?” Logan asked. She flicked a tongue across her lips, and Logan felt pre-cum spill from the tip.
“I want to look at it.”
“You’ll have to do more than that.” His hand went to the zipper, freeing his cock. Feels so damn good, Logan thought, fisting his shaft and giving her an eyeful.
He heard her throaty m
oan, saw the way she stuck out a finger to touch him. His penis twitched right before her hand made contact. Her eyes widened and she drew back.
“Touch it.” Logan clamped a hand around her wrist.
She did. Stroking along the heavy base with the pad of her fingertips. “Like this?” she asked, peering up at him.
Logan nodded, noting the way she was hesitantly seeking his approval. His chest swelled with pride. God, but she was ready. Had to be. Her fingers felt like heaven on his prick. No turning back.
“Lexie.” He breathed.
She raised her lovely head, although her fingers continued their exploration, caressing over the engorged tip and rubbing the splotches of watery fluid across the cockhead. “Yes, Logan.”
“Do you remember what I told you we wanted from you?”
Small white teeth sank into her lips. “I remember.”
“You want this, too, don’t you?” He placed a thumb beneath her chin. “You see how hard I am for you, how your little fingers are wet from how much my cock wants to be inside you?”
She nodded and her gaze flickered to the floor between his legs then back at him. “You want me on my knees?”
God in Heaven. He groaned watching as she knelt before him. Her nipples were taut, pert buds thrusting against her silky camisole. The tiny pair of shorts she wore rode high on her bare thighs. Logan drew in a breath, catching sight of a distinct spot of wetness between her legs. Ah, fuck, honey. Your pussy must be glistening with sweetness.
“Let out your hair,” he murmured low.
Although her hair wasn’t long, Logan wanted to get a firm grip on the ebony strands, envisioning himself guiding her head on his cock.
“Why do I have to do that?” Her hands stilled in mid-action of pulling down her ponytail.
“Because it will please me.”
“And what about my pleasure?”
He gripped his shaft and brushed the slickened tip over her plump lips. “This. You’ll receive pleasure from having a hard cock in your mouth and making me come.”
Her soft, warm tongue darted out, licking the engorged head. “I like it.” She breathed, lowering her eyelashes and pressing her lips to his cock.
Logan dipped his head to the back of the chair and eased his knees apart. His balls tightened when she stuck out that warm tongue again, sweeping it around the rim and drawing the enflamed tip between her lips.
“You have a sweet little mouth. Wide, luscious, and inviting. Have you been using it to satisfy your virgin’s curiosity?”
She shook her head and allowed his penis to slip from her mouth. “You want to know if I’ve ever sucked cock?”
A drop of pre-cum spilled from the narrow slit and trickled down his shaft. In a sweet surprise, her tongue darted out again, licking from the pulsing base upward, lapping away the fluid.
Logan grunted and fisted her hair. “That’s exactly what I’m asking,” he grated, flexing his hips.
She nuzzled her face in his groin and brushed her cheek against his throbbing prick like a kitten seeking affection. “What if I did?” She flashed him a siren’s smile.
“That’s not what I asked you.”
Lexie dropped a kiss on his shaft, and Logan almost lost it when her soft hands began to caress his full testicles.
“I want an answer. How many times have you done this before?”
“Never,” she said throatily. “I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never done it before. The honor’s all yours.”
He expelled a ragged breath. She would belong to them in every way possible, but he would be the one to give her the first taste of a man’s seed. Logan suppressed a groan at the beautiful image of his cum splashing into her throat. His balls ached and felt as if they weighed a ton with his sperm churning, begging for release inside his woman.
Another minute and he was going to die waiting for her warm mouth to close over his cock. When her tongue swirled over the head and dipped into the dilated opening, lapping up his pre-cum, Logan growled and pulled on her hair.
She looked at him with a glint of fear and excitement in her eyes. God in Heaven. He was going to burst with want.
“All of it. Open your mouth and suck it.”
“I can’t…” She bit her lips and stared at his cock in longing.
Logan tightened his hand in her hair and drew her head back. “Suck it,” he ordered, gripping his shaft. “I mean it. This is what you agreed to.” He pushed his cock to her lips. “I can’t let you back out of it now. It’s much too late for that.” If she didn’t open her mouth, Logan knew he was going to come all over himself and her.
Her lips parted, and without missing a beat, he thrust inside, closing his eyes at the ecstasy of his cock gliding over her wet tongue.
“Accept me,” he groaned, pulling her head toward his groin. “Accept my…cock.”
Logan felt the first draw of her warm mouth on his shaft. He loosened his fingers in her hair, lightly stroking. Lexie was sucking him and God help him if it wasn’t the best feeling in the world.
“Like that. Just like that. You’re doing it so good, honey.” She suckled harder, all the while her soft fingers squeezed and rolled his balls.
Logan closed his eyes and felt his knees go weak. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like having you on your knees…worshiping my cock and gazing at me with those beautiful almond eyes.”
A tiny mewl came from the back of her throat, and she pressed her hand onto his thigh, her gorgeous head bobbing and her mouth moving faster on his penis.
The swollen tip of his cock hit the delicate palate of her throat, and Logan shouted, threading his fingers in her hair when she tried to take even more of his length inside. Impossible.
“Lexie!”
Her eyes widened, and Logan drew in a sharp breath at the rush of hot ejaculate spewing from his cockhead into her throat. His cock twitched and Logan jerked his hips, pumping into her face. God, but it was amazing to watch her throat working hard to swallow his thick load. She was amazing. Logan opened his mouth to tell her just that when he noticed the door being pushed wide open.
Chapter Nine
Lexie glanced out the corner of her eyes, her mouth locked firmly around Logan’s enormous cock. Owen and Connor stood inside the office, backs to the door, and eyes widened. Logan’s hand stilled in her hair, stroking lightly as the last gushes of semen spurted from the broad head, wetting her throat.
Her gaze met Owen’s feverish stare. He seemed unable to decide what fascinated him more, her eyes or her mouth moving up and down as Logan softened between her lips. Still, he appeared unfazed.
Lexie, you’re a whore. A few minutes ago she had been in the living room curled up beside them, now she was on her knees with Logan withdrawing his penis from her mouth. Fearfully, she looked up at Connor, expecting to see censor, anger…hurt.
“No wonder you hardly leave your office,” Owen exclaimed, shaking his head at Logan in amazement.
Logan snorted. “It’s the first time.” He looked down and smiled. “But it won’t be the last, will it?”
It wouldn’t. She had enjoyed it far too much. “It won’t,” she whispered, casting another hesitant look at Connor who had yet to say a word. What is he thinking?
Connor blinked and strode away from the door. “Is Logan the only one who gets to come in your mouth?”
A heavy weight lifted off her shoulders the moment she heard the sound of his huskily voiced question. She shook her head and glanced between him and Owen. “I think I’ve developed a taste for all things Kincaid.”
Owen chuckled. “You mean you liked my brother’s cock and now you want more. Isn’t that right?”
Lexie rose and walked over to the two men. “You were right. I’m impressed by what I’ve seen so far.” She lowered her lashes and saw two very prominent erections straining toward her. Biting her lips, she tore her gaze up, stealing a look at Connor first, silently seeking his ap
proval.
He stepped aside. “Take care of Owen first. We have all night. I can wait.”
Owen pulled her to his side and slung his arm around her waist. “I don’t think Logan will appreciate us leaving traces of cum inside his office. How about we move this to Lexie’s bedroom?”
She elbowed Owen in his side, desperately trying to maintain an air of calm. Inside, her entire body was screaming with dread and simmering with exquisite anticipation. “Thanks for the concern,” Logan said in a dry tone as they headed out into the hall.
Once they made it to the bedroom, the mood changed, and Lexie knew the time for joking was over. Connor and Logan stood off to the side, neither man uttering a sound as she lowered to the rug-covered flooring in front of Owen.
“Take everything off,” Owen commanded, although he made no move to remove his clothes.
Hesitant, she brought a finger to her shirt before pausing to stare at all three men. She would be stripped bare, left vulnerable in the room with them.
“You heard him,” Connor said, his voice dripping with arousal. “Let’s see what you look like under those revealing clothes you’ve been teasing us with, baby.”
Lexie swallowed a needy cry. Had she really been teasing them? Apparently so. Wasting no time, she lifted the camisole above her head. All thoughts of modesty fled the second she felt those hot gazes on her breasts, which felt fuller than ever.
“The shorts.” Logan pinned her with a look of pure animalistic lust. Lexie shivered and her nipples tightened. “Remove it. We’ve been waiting a long time to see your cunt.”
Heaven help her because she wanted nothing more than to show them her pussy, let them see how wet she was, how much she thrived on their attention.
A quick tug and she peeled the shorts from around her ankles, unabashed that they saw she hadn’t been wearing panties.
“I knew she wasn’t wearing any drawers,” Owen murmured, making it clear that he’d been mulling it over for a long time.
