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by Delilah Hunt


  His hand fell to her bottom. Once, twice, three times. She started to lose count as Owen murmured against her ears. “From here on out I don’t trust a single word that comes out of your mouth.” Her body bucked against his spanking, her eyes stung in pleasure-pain.

  “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him. She lifted her gaze to Logan and Connor. “I was only trying to do what’s best.”

  The firm slaps turned into a slow caress, his hand gliding over her ass as if he wanted to soothe away the pain he had brought. “How could you have thought about leaving us?” Callused fingers moved between her legs, petting gently. “Leaving me?”

  The pain in his voice tore at her, and the finger sinking into her aching cunt made it even harder to breathe, speak. “I’m s–s–sorry.”

  He lifted her on his lap until she was staring into the accusing eyes of Logan and Connor. With his hand cupped possessively over her sex, Owen ordered, “You look at my brothers. Look at them and apologize, Lexie.”

  She fought the urge to break down into tears. “You know I didn’t mean to hurt any of you, but you have to agree that—”

  Connor took her from Owen’s arms, setting her on her feet in the middle of the room. “If you don’t believe us when we say we’ll make this work, then I don’t think there’s anything else we can do.”

  What? He was giving up.

  Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “If you don’t believe you can stick it out with us, you’re free to go. We’re not going to hold you here.”

  Were they serious? They were going to allow her to leave without putting up any sort of resistance. Her men, surrounding her in nothing but their boxers, stubbles of fresh morning growth of hair on their faces, all beckoning for her lips—were sending her away. Didn’t they want her to stay the way she wanted to stay with them for always? Her emotions warred. She wanted to run to the door and never look back. This was her chance to push away their ridiculous promises of remaining together. But the other part of her, her heart, longed to submit to their loving. She didn’t want to give up on her men, and she didn’t want them to give up on her.

  Lexie eyed the doorway and shook her head. “I never said I couldn’t stick with you guys. I just don’t want to fuck up anyone’s plans.” She looked over at Connor who was avoiding her gaze. “You understand, don’t you?”

  “It’s your choice. We love you, but we can’t force you to stay.”

  They were giving her an ultimatum. Remain with them and place all her trust in their hands, trust that they wouldn’t break her heart and leave her a shell of a person, or go and be a shell of a person without them.

  “I’ll stay.” It was a risk she was willing…had to take. I love them so much.

  “Why?” Owen asked. “Give us a reason. How do we know you’re not going to try and bail on us again?”

  “I won’t because I love you.” She sighed and sat on the desk, facing her men. “There it is. I love you guys, and I’m tired of denying it.”

  “You love us and yet you were going to leave like that?” Connor snapped his fingers. “I think you owe us, Lexie.”

  “What do you mean?” Her throat felt dry.

  Logan stepped forward. “Now is not the time to play dumb. You lied to us, violated our trust in you. You have a long way to go if you wish to make it up to us.”

  “So what—”

  “Be quiet. You don’t say a word until we’re done with you.”

  Done with?

  God help her, she was sure, whatever it is, she’d want them to continue doing it to her forever. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “On the floor,” Connor whispered throatily.

  Lexie did as instructed, unsure but knowing she had to do what they wanted. Have to show them they can trust me…that I trust them.

  Logan came behind her and tugged the shirt over her head, while Owen and Connor held her legs apart, spreading them wide.

  “I think her pussy needs a spanking,” Connor said gruffly, kneeling between her thighs. “If you left us, you were going to go and fuck other guys, weren’t you, Lexie?” he asked. “Hot as that little cunt is, I bet you would have found a man to ride within a day. Giving away what belongs to us.”

  She looked up and saw Owen’s nostrils flare as if Connor’s word had a deep effect on him. Logan walked behind him, jaw firm and set with determination

  “Would you have fucked someone else?”

  Never. Lexie bit her lips. “Maybe…the three of you showed me what I was missing out on. Maybe I wouldn’t have been able to go for long without sex.”

  Connor growled and pushed his boxers past his hips. His beautiful, meaty shaft bobbed free of its confines. “Any cock will do, is that it?” He rubbed it against her slit. “Who else do you think is going to want you if they know your cunt is soaking with cum from three different men, that you don’t think anything of letting us take turns fucking you?”

  Lexie moaned, her back arching to help with the throbbing in her womb. Their words were the sweetest music to her ears.

  “Fuck her, Connor,” Owen urged. “Her pussy’s begging for it.”

  On a harsh groan, Connor held her hips and thrust into her, impaling her with his prick. “You will never leave us.” He grunted while pounding into her. “We’re gonna fuck you every minute of the day to keep you from leaving.”

  She looked over and saw Logan and Owen, eyes lowered, standing there simply watching. She closed her lids on a sigh at the delicious feel of Connor ramming into her. Shaken to the core, her climax took over. Connor’s sperm lashed into her like a final thrust, hard and powerful.

  He withdrew, and within seconds, Logan was on her, pushing his massive cock between her slit drenched with Connor’s seed.

  “Logan,” she keened, reaching forward to touch his striking face. Logan pushed her hand away.

  “No touching.”

  She bit her lips to keep them from trembling. So this was her punishment, having all three of them take turns fucking her without emotion. And yet her body was still on fire for them, her hips rolling, lifting to meet Logan’s merciless thrusts.

  “God, honey.” Logan groaned. “I want to touch you so badly, but you need to learn a lesson. You can’t play with grown men like this.”

  She shifted her gaze. Owen stood with his hands clenched at his side, chest rising and falling sharp.

  “Fuck her harder,” he grated.

  Logan growled and began to pump wildly inside her, his breathing harsh until he threw his head back and ejaculated.

  In the same way Connor had done, Logan withdrew as Owen stepped forward, lowering to his knees between her thighs. She wanted him to grin at her, anything but the severe look to his handsome face.

  “Owen…”

  He shook his head and signaled for her to be quiet. “How many guys you think would take you like this, Lexie? Your pussy gaping open and wet with seed that doesn’t belong to him?” He pressed his shaft to her entrance, teasing her. “But you want this, don’t you? You’ve just had two men release in you, and you still want more.”

  She arched her back and nodded. “Owen, please.”

  He snarled. “That’s right, darlin’, beg me for it. Beg me to give you what you need.”

  “Fuck me. Please. I need you to fuck me like Logan and Connor did.”

  “You’ll always need me,” Owen bit out, sinking into her to the hilt. “You’ll always need us.”

  Lexie dug her fingers into the carpet and sank her heels into the floor. He was right, they were all right. She never wanted to leave. Owen hooked his arms beneath her knee and pummeled into her. On her third orgasm, her body convulsed as Owen stiffened, releasing another wave of sperm into her well-used body.

  Closing her legs, Lexie watched as Owen went to join his brothers across the room. They were all staring at her without saying a word. Did they have another punishment in store for her?

  On shaky legs, she stood, her annoyance risi
ng. Why wouldn’t they talk to her?

  “What’s next? Going to take turns with my ass? Teach Lexie her place because we know she loves us and we can do whatever we want to her.”

  Logan’s features softened, the harsh lines receding. “Alexa, go have a shower. There are some things we need to discuss.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I take it back. I fucking hate all three of you.”

  “You don’t,” Connor said, opening the door for her. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

  “Why won’t you guys talk to me?”

  “We will.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Fine. I suppose this is where the trust comes in, huh?”

  Connor winked. “Bingo.”

  Invigorated after her shower, Lexie wrapped a towel around her as a single knock came at the door. She lifted her brow. Since when did they knock before entering her room?

  Before she could open her mouth, all three came barreling into the room. Logan spoke first. “Come to us, Lexie. We need to talk.”

  She clapped her hand in mock happiness. “Oh, how nice. I get to be part of the group again?”

  “Sit down and be quiet,” Logan warned.

  She went to sit, but Connor pulled her down on his lap, tightening his arms around her waist. He gave her a tender squeeze as if to make up for his coldness from earlier.

  Logan reached into his pocket, revealing the diamond ring that had started all this contention. “Honey, we want you to marry us.”

  Her eyes bulged. “What?”

  She looked at the ring. “But this is your ring. The one you want to give to your woman.”

  Through gritted teeth, he answered, “You are my woman.”

  They were serious. Her heart pounded. Oh, my God, they were dead set on keeping her.

  “How will that even be possible?” she asked, trying to keep the hope and excitement from her voice.

  Owen reached across and stroked her cheek. “The three of us can’t legally marry you, darlin’. We can, however, make a commitment to you. Your choice, Lexie, we’ll do it however you want it done.”

  “You guys don’t have to do this. I’m not leaving. I swear it. I think even if you asked me to I wouldn’t. I’d hook my arms to the door and never leave you.”

  Connor nuzzled her neck. “Good girl,” he whispered, dropping a kiss to her nape.

  “We love you, baby, and we want you to be our wife. Your name will be on all our documents. Everything we own will also belong to you. More important, we want everyone to know you belong to us. Alexa Kincaid.”

  Overwhelmed by their love and the love spiraling in her heart for them, Lexie nodded. “All right. It sounds like there’s a huge chunk of money involved for me…how can I say no?” She bit her lips and grinned. “Plus, there is that little fact that I’m crazy about you all, even if you lost it all and we had to bunk inside my tiny house.”

  Owen chuckled. “We just might if you keep distracting me and Connor everyday by walking around in those itty-bitty shorts while we’re trying to work.”

  Lexie gasped, pretending outrage. “Fine, I’ll stick with Logan. At least he knows how to get work done while I take care of him.”

  Logan blushed and coughed into his fist. “Put on the ring for us.”

  She did. “Perfect fit. How does it look?” She held out her hand and twirled.

  “Like you’re about to become a bona fide Kincaid.”

  “I love the sound of that.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lexie heaved a sigh of relief. Connor had returned from the ranch to let her know Logan was on his way home after handing in the videotape evidence to Sheriff Harper. Meaning Sam Warren and his father would no longer be able to cause problems in their lives. Which was a welcome change from last week. She had been out in town with Logan when they’d spotted the former deputy and Anna-Sue walking hand in hand, although Warren looked as if he was in pain from being so close to the girl.

  For a moment, it seemed as if he was going to approach them, but Warren had taken one look at Logan’s face and kept on walking. Logan had slung a protective arm around her waist. Despite the jolt to her nerves at seeing the man, she’d laughed it off and reminded Logan that she survived the deputy’s first attack. He hadn’t been amused.

  Connor had only stayed long enough to give her the news and grab his cell phone, which she noticed he’d forgotten for the second time on the kitchen counter. Better go and bring it to him, she thought as the landline began to ring.

  One look at the caller ID had Lexie rolling her eyes. Anna-Sue. Recalling a lesson she’d once heard in Sunday school, Lexie picked up the phone.

  “Hi,” she answered tightly.

  “Oh… um. What’s up, Alexa?” She sounded shocked to hear Lexie.

  “What do you want? I thought once I left the store I wouldn’t have to talk to you again.” No reason to play nice when Anna-Sue had it in for her and was hanging around with Warren.

  Anna-Sue cleared her throat. “Listen, I’m sorry about the way Marissa and I treated you. I wanted to see if we could make up or something. You know, girl talk and all that.”

  “Girl talk? Yeah, I don’t think so. Did your unemployed boyfriend put you up to this? If he did, you can tell him—”

  “Will you shut up for a second?”

  Lexie paused, holding the phone at a distance and staring in shock.

  “Yes,” Anna-Sue hissed into the phone. “I don’t know why I was even dumb enough to go along with him or why I’m even warning you.”

  Her knees shook. “Yes, what? He did put you to this?”

  “Listen, just get out of the house, okay? Sam is on his way over there. He called me awhile ago frantic, screaming something about you and the Kincaids messing with him.”

  “Oh, my God, are you se—”

  Lexie’s feet turned to lead as the back door jerked open. Sam. Her mind raced. Shit, shit. Her head flew toward the knives on the counter. Too late. He rushed forward knocking her to the ground as she let out a scream.

  “You fucking bitch,” he blasted, scruffy-faced and wild-eyed. “Think any of those assholes are going to rescue you?”

  Out of her mind with fear, Lexie could hear Anna-Sue in the background on the phone screaming her name. Hang up and call for help, you idiot, Lexie wanted to yell at her.

  She planted her palms on the ground and scrambled to get up, but Warren knocked her down with the front of his boots.

  “What do you have against me? You think I’m flattered by this attention.” She crawled up again and coughed, chest hurting. “Wrong way to my heart.”

  He snorted. “Who says I wanted your heart, especially now that the entire town knows you’re whoring it up for those Kincaid boys.” He grabbed her by the collar and hauled her up. “Those fuckers got my father arrested a few minutes ago. I should have burned down this goddamn ranch with the facto—”

  Lexie raised her knee and aimed for his groin but missed. Warren’s eyes grew wilder, raising his hand the same moment a loud growl erupted from the doorway. Lexie slumped against the counter in relief, unable to hold her weight as an enraged Connor barreled into the kitchen toward Sam.

  “You sick piece of shit.” Connor crammed his fist into Warren’s face.

  Regaining her focus, Lexie grabbed up the phone and dialed for help.

  Warren managed his way out of Connor’s hold, scurrying for the knife on the counter. Lexie beat him to it, snatching up the weapon and pointing it to Warren’s chest.

  “What are you going to do, Lex, stab me with it?” He gave a bloody grin.

  Connor jerked him back, kicking his feet out from under him. Warren fell to the kitchen floor with a definite thud.

  “Shut up. You’ve dirtied our floor as it is.” Connor crooked his finger to her. Right away, she caught his meaning, and Lexie jammed her foot into Warren’s groin. The sound of his wail before Connor’s fist connected once again to his face sent her spirit soaring.

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sp; By the time the two deputies arrived, Warren had awoken from his stupor, belligerent as ever as he listened to his rights being read.

  * * * *

  “Are you okay?” Owen asked as they headed inside the rented car.

  Lexie nodded and turned to Logan and Connor in the back. “I’m fine.” She gazed out the window. “Do you think we left enough flowers for her?” They had adorned her mother’s grave with so many flowers only the carving on the headstone was left uncovered. Still, she needed to make sure it had been done right.

  “It was enough, honey,” Logan said.

  They’d taken this trip to Cheyenne last night, a few days after Sam Warren’s arrest. Thankfully, he was rotting somewhere in county jail alongside his father. Both were awaiting transport to a larger facility.

  The Warrens were the least of her concern however. Her men were feeling guilty about what happened that day. Connor was taking it harder than the others, blaming himself for not arriving sooner and leaving her alone in the house. She only hoped her assurances that he’d done nothing wrong would assuage his guilt over time. He did save her after all, and that was the most important thing.

  When they’d suggested the trip to Cheyenne, she assumed it was borne out of their guilt, but one look into their eyes and she’d known it was borne out of love. Everything her men did for her was done out of love.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she answered. “Know what? I think Momma probably enjoyed the sight of the three of you, looking so sexy, way more than those flowers.”

  Connor laughed. “No one wants to see our ugly mugs.”

  She giggled. “I do. Every single day.”

  Owen grumbled and pulled into the parking lot of their hotel. “Speak for yourself and Logan. I’m the best-looking Kincaid.” He grinned at her. “Guess that means you get to sit next to me on the airplane instead of spending the next nine hours looking at those two.”

  They entered the hotel, and Lexie caught the clerk, a twenty-something man, sneaking a furtive glance at them as they turned the corner. A different clerk had been at the desk last night, sputtering and looking befuddled when she saw their reservation for a single suite. The cleaning lady had dropped her mop at the sight of her coming out of the room this morning alongside all three men.

 

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