Hunt, Delilah - Wyoming Triple Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“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.

So why the hell was Anna-Sue trying to be all cozy with her now, and more important, which one of her men gave that bitch the phone number to the ranch?

Lexie headed down into the basement. The entire area had been converted into a gaming room and lounge.

“Anna-Sue just called,” she yelled across the room.

The men were shirtless, abs and biceps rippling with muscles. Lexie bit back a sigh. God she loved their bodies, even when they paid no attention to her because of their obsession with playing pool.

“Who’s that?” Owen mumbled, rotating his wide shoulder before leaning over the pool table, cue in hand. Connor shrugged and her gaze drifted to the jeans, low slung over his hips and that muscular V-shaped cut leading downward. Logan stood off to the side, stroking his chin, biceps flexing with the subtle movement.

Their disinterest should piss her off, but if anything, it warmed her heart. It was peaceful to watch them, well, just be themselves without catering to her all the time. Not that she minded being spoiled.

If only this whole love business was as simple as watching them play. Then again, it wasn’t like any of them had mentioned the L-word to her yet. Love. Lexie was sure that was what she felt for them. So much so that she wanted to let them know. But did she really want to be the one to say it first? Put her heart on the line for three men who treated her like gold. Men who, the thought of her not being with them, left her gasping for air. Were they worth the risk?

Yes.

“Do you want a game, Lexie?” Connor asked, ready to hand over his cue.

She shook her head. “No. I’m more interested in knowing where the crown jewels of Circle-K are hidden so I can place my mom’s necklace with them.” She flashed them a smile. “Who thinks Lexie’s more important than a game of pool?”

Connor gave her a guilty smile. “Not right now, baby, I’m about to serve it up to Logan.”

Owen pocketed a ball then rose. “Come on. I’m getting tired of beating those two losers anyway. It’s getting embarrassing now.” He draped his arm around her shoulders, leading her up the stairs to the main floor.

“You have the necklace with you?”

She nodded. “It’s in my pocket. I’d hate to lose it, so I figured it’ll be safest with your stuff, especially if someone tries to take it away from me again.”

“We’re not going to let that happen. I know you’re thinking about those two shitheads, but you need to stop.”

“How can I? Warren is out roaming the streets alongside his daddy, and you guys still didn’t get the tape back to pinpoint them.”

“That’s no reason for you to be afraid all the time. We’d do anything for you, Lexie. I wish you wouldn’t give those bastards a second thought. Promise me you’ll stop worrying.”

“I promise.”

Owen rubbed his thumb on her cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Lexie turned. “So where’s the treasure box?” she asked, biting her tongue to keep from blurting out how much she loved him.

Owen guided her into the room Logan had told her belonged to their father. Ross Kincaid’s private space and collection room.

“Whew!” Lexie whistled. There was artwork on the wall befitting a museum than a house neck-deep in cattle country. “No wonder you guys didn’t show this to me earlier. Everything looks so damn valuable.”

Owen laughed. “That means you have to close your eyes so you can’t see where I’m taking the box from.”

She frowned. “You really want me to?”

“I was joking,” he said. “There’s nothing I’ll hide from you.”

She swallowed and nodded. “I’m working on that, too, just so you know—not hiding things. I have something to tell you when I find the right time.”

“Take as long as you need. We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.”

He drew back a large double closet door revealing a safe built into the concrete wall. A few digits pressed into a keypad and the safe snapped open.

“What the heck do you guys keep in there?”

“Important stuff. Mostly what’s been passed down the Kincaid line. Some big dollars worth of items from the 1800s.” He pulled out one of the boxes and uncovered the lid.

“Damn, I didn’t realize people in real life owned all these things.”

He grinned. “I think a lot of bribery had to be done back in those days to keep the women on a ranch out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Guess so,” she whispered absently. A golden ring encrusted with the biggest diamond she had ever seen held her interest.

“Whose ring is that?”

Owen held it up and handed it to her. “It belonged to our great-grandmother.” He laughed and shook his head. “Actually, that’s Logan’s ring you’re holding.”

Brows arched, she issued him a deadpan stare. “I don’t get it.”

“Logan was close to our great-grandmother. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was that woman’s son. Anyway, she gave him the ring before she died. I guess Logan was keeping it to give to the woman he plans on marrying.” Owen chuckled and took the ring from her. “Grams must be rolling in her grave now.”

Why did it hurt so much, although she wasn’t surprised? Lexie clenched her fist over the necklace. “Owen, don’t you want to get married someday?”

He shrugged. “There’s no point in thinking about that, darlin’. It’s just a piece of paper, right?”

Wasn’t it more than that? “I don’t know. I always assumed that’s what people do when they’re in love.” She lifted a shoulder. “Whatever, it doesn’t affect me either way.”

Owen narrowed his eyes, and Lexie snatched her gaze from his, peering into the box instead. “So, where’s your ring?”

He scrubbed a hand to his jaws. “C’mon, Lexie. I don’t have one.”

“Why not?

“Because I’m not in the market for a wife, all right? You know that doesn’t come into play with the four of us.”

Lexie sighed. “I know that, but don’t you want your own woman? Someone you don’t have to share with your brothers. Someone you can marry, have kids with, and know without a doubt they’re yours. A woman you can sleep with every night, in the same bed. I can’t provide that to any of you. Those are important things.”

Owen clasped his arms around her. “What’s this? You’re getting all serious on me. Listen up. I want you.
We
want you. Nothing else matters. I don’t care how many times you sleep with Connor and Logan or if all of our children are born with Logan’s temper. Shit, all of them could come out with that freakish birthmark on Connor’s shoulder. Those kids will always have three daddies who love them and their mother.”