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

by Delilah Hunt

  Lexie gazed out the window. Logan and his brothers were lucky. They had their ranch, a thriving factory. They had a place to belong. So many years of her life were spent here, and she wasn’t sure if this was home or not. She’d try saving up more times than she could count to return to Cheyenne, closer to where her mom was buried. Each time she was right there at her goal, it always ended in a bust, something imminent getting in the way. And now that something was the one thing she wanted. The one thing she’d never allowed herself to imagine or dream about.

  “Logan. Have you ever thought of moving away? You and your brothers have so much money you could hire people to do all the work and go live it up in a city where the local sheriff doesn’t close his eyes when crimes are committed. Someplace where people like me won’t come knocking on your door asking for a job. You’d never have to deal with any of that stuff. What’s keeping you here?”

  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 we
re 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.

  “Christ, Lexie,” he grated. “You don’t even care that you’re dripping with cum. All you want is more.”

  She bit her lips, and he could see her roll her hips inviting his brother further inside her sex. Owen’s hip launched forward, causing her to cry out. “Ohhh, Connor. He’s fucking me so good.” Owen grabbed her hips and began pounding into her.

  His prick hardened because Lexie went wild, bucking underneath Owen, taking everything his brother was giving her. “I want Connor, too,” she moaned in between another thrust from Owen.

  His prick was aching, threatening to spill on the grass. She looked wild, untamed, and sexy as fuck with Owen riding her.

  Balls heavy and drawn up, Connor knelt beside her. “You want this, don’t you?” he asked, rubbing his prick on her face. “Bet you need something down that greedy little throat to go with what Owen’s about to give you.”

  She nodded and tried to open her mouth around him. Connor pulled back, running the tip along her lips, coating them with pre-cum. “Lick it off. Let me see how much you want it.”

  A harsh sound left her throat. Owen grunted, eyes focused on Lexie’s breasts bouncing with each thrust he gave her. “Connor. It looks like we have a little tramp on our hands.” Owen reared back and rammed into her. “Always wanting a cock to suck or fuck.”

  Connor pushed his cock into her mouth then pulled it out just as quickly. “Owen’s right. It’s time you learned you can’t always have what you want, baby.”

  “Please, Connor,” she begged. “No.”

  God, the need in her voice was driving him insane. “It’s all right, Lexie. Just watch me.” He fisted his cock, stroking up and down.

  Her lips parted on a sigh when he smeared pre-cum over the engorged tip. Connor chuckled and continued to work his hands on his cock. “Yeah, I know you would have wanted that.”

  “I–I want it.” Her breath came out in pants from Owen plowing her hard.

  “I told you I’m going to give you what you need, darlin’,” Owen said with a growl. “It’s not just Connor and Logan who can give it to my girl hot and thick.”

  With his hand fisted around his cock, Connor watched as Owen withdrew then cupped his hand around Lexie’s ass, driving her down onto his cock. She whimpered, the soft sound went straight to his cock, pulling the first string of cum from his shaft.

  “Fuck her harder, Owen. Let her make that little cry again.”

  Nodding, Owen pistoned into her again and again. Over and over, Lexie whimpered, “T–t–too hard.”

  Connor let out a low breath and shook his head at Owen. “Don’t hurt her,” he told him quietly. He almost felt bad for his brother. Lexie’s cunt was made for fucking, and he wouldn’t blame any man on earth for wanting a piece of it. Except it belonged to him and his brothers and they would be the ones to fuck her as they saw fit. Kincaid sperm everywhere inside her luscious body, the way it was meant to be.

  Owen looked up at him. “She’s squeezing the fuck out of me.”

  “God, Lexie.” Connor groaned. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us, do you? You and that hot little pussy, making it so damn hard to think.” Another stroke. He was going to come hard.

  With a guttural cry, Owen made it before him. “Ah, fuck,” he heard Owen shout,
head thrown back and his body held taut connected to Lexie, who was trembling from her orgasm. Can’t hold it any longer.

  Connor gave himself a final stroke, aiming his penis above her face. The surge of cum he’d been holding back came gushing out, splashing onto her chin. Lexie moaned and turned her head for more. Thick milky ropes of cum shot out on her lips and cheeks.

  Connor fell to his knees beside her. He’d never ejaculated on a woman’s face before. Deep down he had feared Lexie might be offended by the act, but he’d thought of it too many times to hold back. Now the sight of her swiping her finger across her cum-stained lips and pulling it into her mouth made his balls tighten again. He could actually feel more cum rolling up his shaft.

  Connor looked down at himself, seeing the tiny bursts of clear, almost whitish fluid trickling from the opening on his shaft. “Lexie,” he moaned in disbelief. “Look what you did, baby.”

  She lowered her head, burying her face between his thighs. Her lips parted as she drew the softening penis into her mouth. Owen was saying something to him, but at this point, he couldn’t see anything, hear anything beyond Lexie nursing on his shaft under the clear blue Wyoming sky.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lexie hooked the phone onto the panel, shaking her head in disbelief. That was the second time this week Anna-Sue had called her asking if she wanted hang out. On her last day at the clothing store, Lexie hadn’t been able to help herself. She let both women know, in no uncertain terms, that the Kincaid men were off-limits. In the backroom, she’d heard Anna-Sue and Marissa discussing her being at the Bull’s Eye Club with all three men. “You should have seen her, she was all over them. It was so friggin’ nasty.”

  Casually standing by the doorway, Lexie had fiddled with her fingers in disinterest. In a hushed whisper, Lexie said, “I heard the little skank is sleeping with all three of them. Doesn’t it just make you jealous?” Before the two could come up with a reply, Lexie was out the door and hadn’t returned since.