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

by Delilah Hunt

  “God, almighty,” Logan blasted. “Lexie, the four of us will never share a bed. I love my brothers, but in no way shape or form do I wish to be closer to them than deemed necessary.”

  The door clicked, and she turned to Connor. “Guess this means you have me all to yourself tonight, Kincaid. You happy?”

  Why was she suddenly feeling nervous? Then again, if she’d been left alone with Logan or Owen after what she had done with them, the same nervousness would have settled in, after the gravity of her situation had time to sink in. These men were now a part of her. Connor more so than the others. For now.

  He drew her into his arms and laid her on the bed. Another minute to undress and he was beside her, their heads resting side by side on the pillow.

  “I thought for sure you were going to choose Logan or Owen to be your first.”

  Lexie grinned. “Well, Logan was my first in a different way.” God, she was cruel bitch to bring that up. But it had to be said. For as long as she didn’t give her heart to them, there was still time for any of them to change their minds and once they did, she would be all right, okay to move on with her life. I hope.

  Connor shifted so her head rested on his shoulder. “You’re worried that it bothered me to see you with my brothers.”

  “That’s no secret.”

  He laughed in the dark of the bedroom. “No, you’re not one for secrets. I can promise you, you don’t have to worry. I meant what I told you the other night. You’re good for us, baby. It doesn’t just feel like we’re living each day for the ranch. I know Owen and Logan feel the same way, too. They’re happier, Logan most of all, and it’s all because of you.”

  “I feel the same way, but I guess that’s strange. A woman isn’t supposed to want or need more than one man. I have you, and you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, but…I’m selfish, and it’s not enough.”

  “Is it because you see something in Logan and Owen, too?”

  She nodded. “Yes. Maybe we’re all messed up in the head. I want all three of you, and none of you have a problem sharing me. What do you think will happen when people find out about us?”

  His chest rose heavily. “Ah, who knows? More important, who cares? People in this town care more about being paid and feeding their families. Unless they want to turn on the hand that feeds them, they’ll know better than to get involved in what doesn’t concern them.”

  He was right. The majority of workers in Oak Creek were employed in the sugar beet factory, and many of the men found work, even if it was temporary, on the ranch. The only person she knew for sure who would give them problems was Deputy Warren. Thankfully, she hadn’t seen him since their encounter in the jail cell.

  “Any more questions?”

  Lexie smiled, hearing the humor in his voice.

  “Just one. Are we going to make love again?” She was half serious, half joking.

  “You’re not too sore?”

  “A little, but I liked the way it felt.”

  Connor nodded and grinned. “I bet you did. We’re going to keep you filled with cock, Lexie. That’s one thing you won’t have to worry about.” He circled his hands around her waist, lifting her on top to straddle him.

  “Your first lesson in riding bareback.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Lexie gave herself a quick once-over in the hallway mirror before dashing out of the house. Logan was already behind the steering wheel of the Cadillac SUV beeping the horn.

  “You know nothing about women.” Lexie sank into the leather seat and glared at him.

  Shifting her gaze toward the back row, she smiled at Owen and Connor who each sat beside a tinted window.

  “I’m marking down tonight as our first official date. The four of us.”

  Owen chuckled. “You ever been to the Bull’s Eye Club before?”

  Lexie shook her head. Who would’ve taken her? “I didn’t think this place would be my sort of thing, but I guess you could say I’m open to a lot of things now ever since you guys bulldozed your way into my life.”

  “It’s one of the best clubs around without having to drive into a bigger city. You’ll like it.” Owen winked at her.

  “What about you and Logan?” she asked, looking between Connor and Logan.

  “I’ve only been there one or two times,” Logan said. “Owen is the regular there. Don’t be surprised if you encounter members of his fan club,” he added drily, looking back with an eyebrow raised at Owen.

  Owen shrugged. “Lexie knows she’s the only one that matters, don’t you, darlin’?”

  “All I can say is, when I start stepping on your feet, I hope you don’t go running off to the girls in your fan club.”

  Connor started laughing. “Are you trying to say you can’t dance?”

  “Well…I wouldn’t say can’t. That’s a strong word. The last person I danced with was my father, and that was just me as a child doing whatever and crushing the poor man’s toes.” She tapped her chin. “I guess that doesn’t really count, though.”

  “Yeah, but they usually have a lot of dances at the local high school. Didn’t you attend any of them?”

  “Hmm. Being the only black girl in high school, you’d think I’d have them lined up at the door, right?”

  Expressions blank, she knew her sarcasm had escaped them. “Um. That would be a no, Kincaid. Seems even the lowest have their standards and hence the reason why Princess Alexa Grey was a very horny twenty-two-year-old virgin, just waiting for her three princes to ride her into the sunset.”

  Logan lifted an eyebrow at her while keeping his focus on the road, but it was Owen who snorted and said, “As of last night, Connor’s the only one who’s had the privilege of riding you.”

  Was he jealous? Logan, too? “Is this a reminder?” she asked in a hushed tone.

  His features hardened. “More like a warning. The only reason me and Logan didn’t approach you this morning was because we knew Connor had more than likely fucked you a few more times during the night…what we would have done.”

  “So, in essence, you were giving me time to heal?”

  Owen nodded.

  “I see. And if I told you and Logan that I was still sore, not in the mood tonight?”

  Logan glanced over at her. “That’s not an option. You should always be in the mood to accept us.”

  Words that would signal alarm bells in any sane person sent her temperature rising. Yet she kept on pushing. “Isn’t that the same as forcing me?”

  “This is different, honey. If your cunt isn’t always wet and ready for us, then my brothers and I are doing something wrong.”

  Hmm. He did have a point. Who was she to argue if they wanted to keep her aroused?

  By the time they pulled up to the club, Lexie was ready to kick back, step on some boot-clad toes, and shoot a dagger or two if needed at any woman who dared to set her sights on Owen…or Connor. Logan, too, for all his surly goodness.

  * * * *

  Normally, Owen came alive from the attention of the women in the club. A month ago, on his last visit, he had taken up the offer from one of the women, bringing her back to his truck. As soon as he’d opened the door, he slammed it, escorting her back into the club. The woman would have just been a pitiful substitute for the chocolate beauty he had been thinking of all the time.

  Now that Lexie was here with him, instead of the usual rooster in the henhouse act he’d put on, it was more embarrassing than anything else. He didn’t want his girl to have to deal with any of the sluts he’d fucked in the back of his pickup.

  “Come on.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him off to the jam-packed dance floor. “You’re my first victim for the night.”

  They pushed past the throng of couples crowding the dancehall, Owen taking brief notice at a brunette who was bent over, ass upturned and grinding against her companion.

  “I’m not doing that,” Lexie warned, her gaze following his.

  Owen crossed his hand over her ass, rocking his h
ips into her center. “Not right here, but you will before the night is over.”

  Before she had a chance to answer, the music tempo sped up, and less than a second later she somehow managed to stumble over her own foot.

  Owen grabbed her before her knees gave out. She creased her brows. “Guess that wasn’t such a good idea, huh?”

  “Just follow my lead, darlin’. You don’t have to try to and show off for me. I know you can work those hips when it comes down to business.”

  She nodded and pressed her sexy little body against his. “You’re right. In fact, you should have seen how well I rode your brother last night, thought he was going to leave bruises on my hips.”

  Jesus. He didn’t bet for a minute she was exaggerating. Owen held her tighter, grounding his erection into her. “Did he take you in the ass?”

  She shook her head. Good. His cock would be the first inside that rounded bottom. Logan and Connor had each taken a part of her before him. Tonight, he had to fuck her. Need to, before Logan and Connor take that, too.

  “Didn’t we make some sort of deal inside the barn about that?”

  Owen smiled. “It wasn’t official, but I did promise you by the end of the week.” He tipped her chin, and she grinned back at him, dark brown eyes glinting. “Why, are you up for it?”

  “For you to stick that big Kincaid cock up my ass? Does terrified out of my mind qualify?”

  He chuckled and squeezed her ass. “Is it bad that I take it as a compliment?”

  “Only if you let it get to your head and forget that I’m not joking when I say I’m afraid you’ll hurt me.” She stuck a finger in his chest. “And I’m not just talking about my body. There’s something else at stake. The novelty and excitement is going to wear off soon enough. I’m telling you this, and still I have no intention of being the one to end this madness. Even if Logan hadn’t said anything, it’s hard to miss the women staring at you and giving me dirty looks. So tell me Owen, are you going to be the first one to walk away? Come back here to your old haunt and pick up a new girl?”

  The music had long ended, though neither of them seemed to care. “I’m not walking away from this, and neither are you.”

  She gave the briefest nod before heading in the direction of Connor and Logan who were seated at a table. Unwilling to let the conversation die, Owen snatched out his hand and tugged her back into his arms. “I mean it. Even if years down the road my brothers decide they want out of this, it’s going to be you and me. You got it?”

  She blinked. “I hear you.”

  Satisfied, Owen led her near the back of the room where his brothers were waiting. “Warren Junior’s here. Over there in the corner,” Connor pointed out.

  Owen shifted his gaze to the opposite end of the dancehall. The deputy stood wearing his off-duty clothes, yet the gold-finished badge seemed permanently attached to whatever he was wearing any given time of the day you could bet. That annoying redhead who was always trying to get into Connor’s pants was soaking in every word the fuckhead was telling her. Pity they hadn’t gotten any information from her. At least anything useful about the fire.

  “What’s he doing here?” Lexie scooted on the chair between Logan and Connor.

  “I suspect he’s here to enjoy himself like anyone else,” Logan said, lifting her off the chair to sit on his lap.

  Instead of replying to Logan’s asshole comment, Lexie turned to him. “Sit beside me.”

  Owen furrowed his brows. She was talking to him, but her eyes were focused on what Warren was doing at the back of the club. Heck if she didn’t look scared.

  “Did Warren hurt you?”

  She blinked then shook her head…a bit too quickly? “No. I just want him to see that I’m with you guys now. You know, since he kept trying to get with me.”

  “All right, but you better not be lying to me.”

  He eased into the seat, and immediately she reached over and crushed her lips against his while Logan’s hand remained on her waist. Owen raised his head and saw the curious looks coming at them from all directions, the deputy included.

  “Christ, that felt good. You have the juiciest lips, darlin’.” He hoisted her from Logan’s lap and raised a glass of Jack Daniel’s, holding it for her to sip. Swallowing, she let out a tiny moan, and Owen looked down to see Connor’s hand on her thigh, disappearing beneath her skirt.

  Jaysus. Connor fucked her and now he can’t even keep his hands off her. Shit, last night he laid in bed, replaying every moment of her mouth moving over his cock. His cock went rock-hard, and Owen wished he could lift her, hike up her skirt, and fuck her right there without a care to their audience.

  Determined to get a grip on his control, Owen nudged her toward Connor then shifted in his seat, willing his erection to soften.

  No such luck, not with Lexie moaning softly from Connor’s hand now under her shirt playing with her tits.

  A couple minutes passed before Owen turned to Lexie and stroked her leg. “Darlin’, I think the deputy got the message loud and clear.”

  “I hope so,” she mumbled. “In the meantime, I’ll be in the ladies’ room. Be right back.”

  “You’re not gonna bail on us, are you?” he joked.

  “I couldn’t. Logan has the key, remember?” She flashed a grin then turned in the direction of the restroom.

  When the minutes ticked by with no sign of her returning to the table, Owen cast a worried eye to his brothers. Warren. They had to be following his line of thought. They looked to the corner, and sure enough the deputy was missing, and Anna-Sue was standing by the wall, looking pissed. He’d bailed on her, no doubt to go after Lexie.

  “Let’s go find her.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Lexie pushed open the restroom door. One step out and she collided with a lanky frame. Her stomach dropped as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on edge. Sam. That pervert was the only one who could make her feel disgust by sharing the same breathing space.

  “This the little bitch you were griping about?”

  She gave a furtive glance in the direction of the unrecognizable voice. So he had a friend with him.

  “Didn’t think we’d meet again, did you?”

  “No. I was hoping your gun would go off on its own so I wouldn’t have to see your face again.”

  “Still got that mouth on you, huh?” His disgusting beady-eyed gaze slithered along her frame. Lexie wanted to retch all over him and almost did when his hand slid up to her neck.

  Lexie stiffened and swiveled her head, trying to avoid the stench of his hot breath. “As much as I hate this conversation and would love to hang around and watch you drop dead, I have to go. With my luck though, I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”

  “This is the scrawny bitch you’ve been whining over?” The skinny man by his side guffawed. “Let a female talk to me like that and see how fast I wrap my hands around her neck.”

  Oh, my God. These were the criminals Warren was aligning himself with? Panicked, Lexie tried to move away from him again, but he held firm, adding pressure to her neck.

  “J–Just so you know.” She swallowed and took a quick breath. “The Kincaids are waiting for me, and I’m sure you know it’s never a good idea to keep them waiting.”

  The man scowled. “Which one of them rich boys she belongs to?”

  The deputy shot his friend a deadpan look. “All three of them.”

  The man’s eyes bulged. A hundred times worse was the pronounced tenting in the center of his pants. Her panic tripled. Weren’t the guys wondering about her, what was taking so long? She was horrified. Warren was looking at her the same way he’d done in the jail cell. Lexie’s skin crawled. Her heart hammered, felt like it was going to burst outside her chest. Bastard. This was so fucking wrong.

  That day when he’d tried to attack, Lexie had felt ashamed of herself for trembling and begging him to stay away from her. It hadn’t made a difference, except to widen his grin and make him come at her harde
r. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction another time. She was sick and tired of feeling afraid of him.

  Lexie drew in a breath and launched her foot on his. Warren lost his bearing for a split second before slamming her into the wall.

  The wind knocked out of her, Lexie gulped in some air. She heard a loud whoop followed by laughter and shouts of encouragement from Warren’s friend. “That’s what I’m talking ’bout.” Lexie wanted to spit in both their faces.

  “Now see here, Lex. It doesn’t have to be like this. I didn’t follow you all the way back here to fight.” He ran a thin finger along her jaw. “Now how about you quit playing cat and mouse. Assaulting an officer of the law is a serious offense.” His finger kept trailing lower, and her stomach heaved, bile rising in her throat.

  She curled her lips and knocked away his finger. “Get your nasty hand off me. I don’t know what the fuck I ever said to you that would make you think I’d ever want to be with you. If you didn’t get the memo, here it is. I fucking hate you. I wouldn’t let y—”

  Thwack.

  Warren’s hand connected with her jaw. Her head lolled to the side, and for a second Lexie wondered if he had broken her neck. Coming to her wits, she pressed a hand to her jaw. It felt like a thousand fires of hell was licking at her skin. She lifted her gaze, and that’s when all hell actually did break loose.

  Connor took one look at her, his focus smack-dab on her injury. An anguished growl tore from his chest. Lexie took a quick step backward as he grabbed Warren, ramming the deputy’s head into the nearby wall.

  “Don’t. You. Ever. Come. Near. Her. Again.” With each pause, Connor shoved his head harder into the wall.

  Right before Warren hit the floor, Conner sneered at him. “You’re done for in this town.”

  Eyes widened in horror, Lexie turned her attention to Logan. His fist was pounding into the stranger’s hallowed jawbones. The man fell to the ground, cussing and spitting blood. Owen dragged him up by the collar, shoving him toward Logan. Lexie flinched at the sound of bones cracking. Thank you, Logan.