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

by Delilah Hunt

  “Look at me, darlin’. How bad is it?”

  Owen peeled her hand from her aching face. Despite the darkness of her skin, Lexie knew the bruise was bound to look as awful as it felt.

  Her eyes welled. It wasn’t so much the pain that caused the hot flood of tears. It was the tenderness in all three voices, crooning to her at once, inquiring how she felt. Rivulets of tears sprang from her eyes, and Lexie threw her arms around them.

  A small crowd of spectators congregated to see the deputy flattened out on the floor, his friend lying unconscious across from him. She’d seen enough for tonight.

  On their way out, the manager of the club bombarded them, apologizing over and over for the incident. Not like it was his fault. “I swear on my life nothing like this has ever happened here before.” The guy spoke as if he feared the brothers would have the club closed down.

  “We’re ranchers for christ’s sake, not the country mafia,” Owen barked.

  If her face wasn’t hurting so much, Lexie would have burst out laughing at Owen’s reply. Sam Warren had attacked her, and the Kincaids had saved her skin. The pain she’d seen on their faces was palpable. They were probably taking it harder than her.

  During the ride home, each man took a turn bearing the brunt of the blame. None of this was their fault. Not wanting them to believe they had failed her, Lexie told them everything about her experiences with Warren. Owen had been angered and hurt by her refusal to tell him the truth earlier. Not surprisingly, Connor and Logan shared his sentiments, expressing their disappointment in her lack of trust toward them.

  When the sign for the Circle-K was highlighted from the light of the car, her spirit lightened. They were far away from the club in the one place she felt protected. This was home, and she didn’t want to hear anything more about Warren. She didn’t need to hear them detailing what they should have done to the deputy in light of her confession. They were home, and she wanted it to go back to normal. She wanted to pretend her jaw wasn’t stinging, pretend the fear wasn’t real that Sam would come after her again.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Standing inside her bedroom, Lexie removed her shirt. She rolled her shoulder and peeled away the bra straps as the footsteps came closer.

  “Lexie. You can’t just walk aw—” The next words died on Connor’s lips as she threw the bra to the floor.

  Logan drew his brows together, gaze soft. “Honey, what are you doing?”

  Logan. God, his deep voice had just the right timbre to stir the longing inside her cunt. Logan would set her straight tonight, make her forget the terror. Of that, she could count on.

  Lexie shook her head and peeled away every stitch of clothing that remained in place. A low groan broke through the silence, causing her nipples to tighten. So she wasn’t the only one aching with need.

  “Lexie, baby,” Connor whispered, circling his arms around. “You don’t have to do this. We’re not expecting anything from you tonight.”

  She stole a glance at Owen and Logan. They made no move to join her. Both stood at the entrance to the room, wearing the same haunted expression since leaving the club. She hated it. Hated the way they were acting as if she was strange. Like things were different now.

  Even Connor, who was holding her to his chest, wore the same damn expression. She wasn’t having it. Didn’t they realize how much she needed them to erase the nightmare from her mind, warm her body with nothing but thoughts of them and no one else?

  “I have to.” She took a step back. “I want to do this. I need to.” She let out a small breath. “I don’t want to beg for this, Kincaid. Is that what it’s going come down to? Or is the deal off because you found out Warren touched me down there?”

  Logan pounded across the room in two strides. “There’s not a damn thing short of you cheating on us that would make me or my brothers not want you.” His hand cupped her sex. “Don’t you ever mention that bastard’s name while naked inside this house. Understood?”

  His harsh words shook her to core. Pure heaven. “Understood.”

  Owen strode into the room, clicking the door with the heel of his foot. “That’s not such a bad idea though, is it? He stopped in front of her, perusing her frame. “I’d like to see how sweet you can beg, darlin’, but that will have to wait for another time. I doubt anyone of us have the willpower to hold out tonight. Not with that juicy little pussy teasing us.”

  Oh, God. This she could definitely handle. Lexie scooted to the edge of the bed, sitting up with her back arched and knees parted. “I’m a tease, boys?” God, could it get any more obvious how much they loved looking at her cunt.

  “Wider, Lexie. C’mon, baby. You can show us more of the hot little snatch.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut at Connor’s crude wording, and her pussy watered.

  Logan’s eyes blackened with lust, and his hand went straight to his cock. “God in heaven, Lexie. You can’t blame us for wanting you. You sit there with the cutest pussy, so damn wet, and that plump clit just begging to be sucked…” His voice trailed as he began shedding his clothes. Owen and Connor doing the same.

  “Asking for it tonight.” She heard Owen mumble beneath his breath while ripping his jeans open.

  Not a moment later, Lexie sat facing three powerful naked bodies, each coming at her with cocks menacingly hard looking ready to rend her in two. Her entire body hummed with excitement. Oh, to feel those cocks pounding inside her…

  They stopped short with Logan in the middle facing her. His meaty cock bobbed before her mouth, the broad head seeping with the watery clear liquid. Lexie darted out her tongue, but a strong hand grabbed her hair from the side. Having no choice, she glanced over at Connor.

  “Didn’t you get enough of Logan’s dick last night?”

  Truth? “No. Why? You think I’ll like sucking on yours more?”

  Beside her, Logan and Owen let out a low groan. She saw Connor’s sharp intake of breath. “Sometimes, I think you don’t know when you’re headed for trouble, baby.”

  Trouble? Bring it on, Kincaid.

  Connor stepped away from her, and a look passed between him and his brothers. Owen gave a curt nod then left the room only to reenter with a small bottle in hand.

  Oh, dear God. Was that lubricant in his hand?

  “You’re going to…”

  Owen popped open the tube. “Told you I would.”

  He was going to fuck her up the ass while Connor and Logan watched. Lexie looked up at Logan, his hand was on his rampant cock, gaze focused on her pussy.

  His head lifted, eyes glinting with lust. “I have to taste her first.”

  Connor climbed onto the bed behind her. He whispered in her ear, “I’ll hold you while Logan tongues your clit.”

  She braced herself against Connor’s chest as Owen leaned over, latching his mouth around a sensitive nipple. Lexie squirmed at the first pull, the tugging sensation pulsing from her breast to lower belly. At the same time, Logan pushed her thighs apart, hooking one leg over his broad shoulder.

  His warm tongue delved between her sopping folds, and Lexie writhed against Connor’s hold.

  “Ah, baby. You love this, don’t you?” He nuzzled her neck and flicked his tongue along her nape. “Bet you could never be satisfied with one man. Hot as your cunt gets. You were born to be used like this, weren’t you, Lexie?” Connor shifted against her, the wet tip of his cock touching her back.

  Owen lifted his head from her breast. “Think we should mark Kincaid on that pussy and ass.”

  “Ohhh.” She couldn’t even think on what they were saying. Logan was licking her so good. Lexie rolled her hips and pressed closer to him. Logan’s rough fingers dug into her thighs, holding her tight to his hungry mouth.

  “Connor,” she squealed. “It feels so good…what they’re doing.” Her lips parted on another sigh as Owen drew upon her other breast, pulling on the nipple with his teeth.

  “Sweet as sugar down there, aren’t you, Lexie?”

  Lexie
moaned and ran her fingers though Owen’s hair, who was nursing at her breast. “Logan likes it,” she whimpered.

  Connor chuckled low in her ear. “I can see that, baby. It looks like you’ve just become my brother’s favorite meal.”

  Logan delved his tongue inside her, thrusting in and out. “L–L–Logan,” she cried, trying to reach over. She had to touch him.

  Owen raised his head from her nipple, eyes flashing. “Keep her still,” he ordered.

  “N–No.” Lexie thrashed when Connor tightened his arms around her. His lips brushed along her shoulder. “See what you do to us, Lexie? Have three grown men aching at the knees for a taste of your sweet little cunt.”

  Her legs went jelly, and Logan’s tongue lapped harder, his chin rubbing against her dripping sex. Her body went taut, and her back arched. Yet, all too soon, Owen ceased his attention from her breast, and Logan eased from between her legs.

  “Why did you stop?”

  Logan lay on the bed, lifting her on top of him. “Because you need to get used to the feel of us, fucking you at once.” He fingered her nipples and snaked his arms around her waist. “Can’t expect us to wait around to fuck you.” With those words, Logan brought her down, impaling her on his shaft.

  “Logan!” she screamed. His cock felt like heaven, soothing her needy cunt.

  Owen moved behind her, laying his hand on her back to push her forward on his brother. Lexie turned in confusion. Sweet Jesus, what had he said about at once?

  Owen’s firm hand grabbed her ass, caressing the cheeks. Lexie moaned, working her hips over Logan’s cock, stretching her pussy lips wide.

  A cool liquid touched the inside of her ass causing her eyes to pop open.

  “What are you doing?” she whimpered shakily, turning to Owen. Weren’t they going to take turns?

  He pushed into her from behind. “You’re a smart girl. What does it feel like I’m doing?”

  “Don’t,” she whispered. “I can’t take both of you at the same time.”

  Logan clenched his jaw and pumped into her, firm, long strokes. His gaze went over her shoulder to his brothers. “I didn’t think she’d feel this perfect. Her cunt is wetter than ever.” He raised his head a bit, locking lips with her. “Honey, loosen those muscles, and let Owen fuck you.” Another thrust. “Look so sexy when you’re being fucked.”

  The hard cock at her back was fighting to sink deeper into her ass. She shifted her hips as Owen dropped a kiss on her back. “That’s it, Lexie girl. You feel me inside you, don’t you? Almost there, darlin’.” He thrust forward, a guttural cry erupting from his throat. “Fuck. Her ass feels good.”

  Lexie shivered against the pleasure-pain, Logan plowing her pussy and Owen working his cock inside her virgin ass. She didn’t want them to stop, both men fucking inside her, matching their paces to drive to the point of madness.

  “Lexie…” Connor knelt beside her on the bed, his finger under her chin, tilting her face toward him. “You want my cock to suck on, baby?”

  Lexie nodded. “Please, Connor…”

  He gripped his cock and brought it to her lips. Lexie opened her mouth, curling her tongue around the red-hued tip. Connor’s hand went to her hair, stroking tenderly. “I wish we’d known how hungry for cock you were, Lexie. We could have been fucking you years ago.”

  Tears slipped from her eyes. She would have let them, too. She would have been on the ranch every day pleasuring them with her mouth and letting them have her any which way they pleased.

  “Look at you, darlin’.” Owen gritted. “Not a single part of you isn’t filled with a dick.” He thrust harder. “This is it, Lexie. This is what you’re going to get every day for the rest of your life. Servicing three hard cocks when and where we tell you.” Owen grabbed her hair and pushed her face onto Connor’s prick at the same time he and Logan slammed into her pussy and ass.

  She cried out inside her head and suckled deep on the delicious cock, feeding her senses.

  “Give it to her harder,” Connor instructed, grinding his hips against her face and stroking her cheek. “Jesus, baby. Every part of you craves this, doesn’t it?”

  Lexie nodded and worked her jaw over the head, sliding it in and out of her mouth. When Connor pulled back and held the shaft at her lips, Lexie groaned in protest, leaning forward to lap up the salty drops of fluid coursing rivulets down his length.

  Shaking his head, Connor reached beneath his cock, lifting his sac. “Lick my balls.”

  Her wet tongue slid over the soft skin, licking the tight flesh. His balls were full and drawn up. Her mouth watered.

  Lowering her head, Lexie pulled one testicle into her mouth. “No more.” Connor tugged her hair, pushing his cock as far as it would go into her mouth. “Now suck.”

  “Her ass is squeezing my cock.” Owen grunted. “I had no idea you’d like taking it up the ass this much, darlin’.”

  Logan pounded into her, his breathing harsh. “Going to come soon.” He tweaked her nipple. “We’re going to come inside you, honey. The three of us filling you up with cum.”

  Oh God, surely she was going to die from the pleasure their words and action were eliciting inside of her. Lexie pressed back her tongue and opened her throat, feeling the head of Connor’s penis hitting the back of her throat then withdrawing. Connor was fucking her mouth.

  Lexie’s entire body coiled like a spring before it snapped. She shuddered her orgasm, convulsing around the hard cocks invading her body. Owen shouted when she clenched her muscles, his prick shooting jets of hot semen inside her ass. At the same time, Logan deposited a thick load of sperm outside her womb as her throat worked to swallow the stream of ejaculate Connor unleashed at the turn of her throat.

  That she could still think seconds later was a feat unto itself. Her heart thrummed inside her chest as her head fell in the crook of Logan’s shoulder the moment Connor pulled his prick from her mouth. Pressing his head against her back, Owen kissed along her spinal column.

  “That was heaven, Lexie. Thank you.”

  She blushed, which might as well signal the end of the world after what just took place. “I–I can’t believe that just happened,” Lexie whispered, wincing a bit as Owen slid his cock from her ass. “I didn’t even think it was possible.”

  “You came so hard,” Logan murmured. “Your cunt was squeezing me so tight I had no choice but to come.” He kissed the spot on her face where Sam Warren had hit her. “You milked me dry. I gave you so much seed, honey. It’s a good thing you started those pills…”

  “Or we’d be spending money on DNA tests?”

  Owen gave her ass a light playful slap. “We wouldn’t. We’re going to give you babies one day, Lexie, but none of us will care who fathered each child. It’s not important.”

  Lexie bit her lips. “Is that true?” she asked, making sure to center her attention on Connor.

  He smiled at her and nodded. “You’re what’s important to us.”

  “But what if I have a child that comes out with Logan’s obsessive neatness?”

  Logan lifted his eyebrows at her. She shrugged. It could happen.

  Owen chuckled. “Then the kid either got that from our mother, or it’s a hundred percent Logan’s kid. Either way, the poor kid will be screwed having the three of us as its fathers.”

  It should sound weird, this unorthodox lifestyle they were embarking on. The one father she had checked out of her life the moment tragedy occurred, the one time she needed him the most. If their relationship did last long enough to bring children into the mix, and God help her, she prayed it did, wouldn’t it be better to have three strong, loving men to be fathers to her children, instead of one? She already knew the answer to that.

  After Logan and Connor bid her goodnight, with Owen making no effort to rise, she smiled. So it’s him tonight. The moment the door clicked and it was just the two of them, Owen pulled her into his arms.

  “Lexie, I’m so sorry about what happened to you. It’s my fault. I
should have kept an eye on Warren the entire time. I knew he had a thing for you, but I guess I never expected him to go bat shit like that. Setting fire to the factory is one thing. Hitting you…” Owen scrubbed a hand through his hair and shook his head. “We should have killed the bastard.”

  Her eyes widened at the stark guilt on his face. “You asked me about him, and I didn’t tell you the truth. You shouldn’t blame yourself, and I don’t want you to think you have to look out for me all the time.

  “Oh really? Don’t you know what could have happened to you if we hadn’t shown up when we did?”

  “I know. Trust me, I know. You don’t have to remind me of it.”

  Owen let out a breath. “You need us, darlin’. You need us as much as we need you. Don’t try to deny it.”

  “I wasn’t going to deny it. I need you guys. I know that now more than ever.”

  “So you admit you need our protection.”

  She clicked her tongue. “Not for your damn protection.”

  “For sex then? It’s obvious you want more of what we’ve been giving to you.”

  Hmm, that was true. No denying that either. “All right, it is for sex. But just so you know, that’s not what I was going to say until you brought it up.”

  “Okay, since we’ve got it covered, that at five feet two inches and weighing less than a bag of potatoes, you can take down Sam Warren and an army without our help. Apart from sex then, what do you need us for? I’m dying to know, and I’m sure Logan and Connor feel the same.”

  “I don’t have a reason,” she admitted. “I just like the way you all make me feel, and I’m not talking about sex. I can’t explain it, but I can tell you I don’t think of you Kincaids as the assholes who gave away my necklace anymore.”

  Owen propped his elbow on the bed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, don’t hold back now, darlin’. Is that really what you thought of us?”

  Lexie brushed her knuckle across his jaw. “I only thought that for about a week. Anyway, my point is…I care about you guys, and it scares me because everyone I’ve ever cared about are either dead or too busy getting drunk to remember I exist. Really and truly, if I had any sense at all, I should be packing up my belongings, leave this house, and pretend you and your brothers never showed up on my doorstep.”