Wyoming Triple Heat

Wyoming Triple Heat Stranded for more years than she’d like in Oak Creek, Wyoming, twenty-two-year-old Alexa Grey is a virgin with three problems. Out of the blue, the Kincaid brothers show up on her doorstep requesting she move onto their ranch for unlimited access to her body. Lexie is stunned, angered, and intrigued by the three cowboys who threaten to overtake her emotions. Wealthy cattle ranchers Logan, Connor, and Owen have decided the only way to prevent a rift between them is to share the one woman they’ve each fallen for. Putting into motion their plan to have the fiery beauty belong to them, they invite Lexie for a week on the ranch. With her unbridled curiosity for sex, the only question is just what will it take to convince her to stay and trust them not to break her heart? Genre: Interracial, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys Length: 41,986 words

WYOMING TRIPLE HEAT

Delilah Hunt

MENAGE AMOUR

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DEDICATION To everyone who has given me so much encouragement along the way. To Julia Rachel Barrett, thank you so much for all the support you’ve given me since the beginning.

WYOMING TRIPLE HEAT DELILAH HUNT Copyright © 2011

Chapter One “Lexie!” Shit. Alexa Grey stopped in her tracks and spun on her heels. “Yes,” she hissed. “Where you running off to in such a hurry?” “None of your damn business,” she muttered beneath her breath. Probably thinks I stole something. Lexie whipped her head to the side. She was in the clear for now. Any minute now that bastard Frank Warren would be all over her ass demanding the necklace back. Grimacing, Lexie curled her fist around the golden chain, the diamond pendant searing her palm. No one was going to take it from her ever again. She took a reflexive step backward as Owen Kincaid stalked closer to her. “Ever heard of personal space, Kincaid?” At least his other two brothers weren’t around to make her feel even more like a caged animal. Owen raised his blond eyebrows and folded his thick arms. “Ever heard of not taking what doesn’t belong to you, darlin’?” His gaze lowered to her clenched fists. Darlin’? Since when were they on personal terms? Annoyed, Lexie snapped, “I didn’t take anything from you, did I?”

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“No, but we both know it’s only because I caught you before you could commit the crime.” A smirk played across his full lips. “Whoop-de-doo.” Lexie rolled her eyes and gave another furtive glance over her shoulder. “Must feel good you prevented me from taking your five bucks, Mr. I’m-so-rich-me-and-my-brothers-ownthis-poor-ass-town-and-all-the-trash-that-comes-with-it.” His smirk faded. “What are you hiding?” he asked low. “Nothing.” “C’mon, Lexie, hand it over. You, you can’t go around taking things that don’t belong to you. I know you don’t have any parents, but someone had to have taught you stealing is wrong.” He stretched out his palm to her. “I’ll make sure the owner gets it back without mentioning your name.” The nerve. Lexie didn’t know if she should laugh or be pissed. “That’s mighty kind of you, Kincaid—” “Owen. Stop calling me Kincaid. You call all three of us that when you damn well know our names.” She raised her eyebrows. Someone’s moody today. “Forgive me, Owen. But listen up. I didn’t steal a fucking thing. If anyone is a thief, it’s—” “You little bitch!” Turning, she saw a murderous-looking Frank Warren charging toward them, his portly arms flailing with apparent exertion. Owen narrowed his eyes then pushed in front of her, placing himself as a barrier between her and the conniving horse rancher. The sudden movement almost brought a surge of pleasure until she saw the figures of Connor and Logan Kincaid coming up behind Frank. She knew things were about to get as bad as they could possibly get. Now they were all going to team up against her and take her momma’s necklace. Left with no other choice, Lexie stretched forward a leg, ready to make a run for it to her house. A firm grip snagged around her wrist,

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holding her to the spot in the grass. “Don’t even think about it. You’re calling down a heap of problems on yourself if you do that.” “That’s right,” Frank said with a wheeze, his chunky face beetred. “Stole right into my house and snagged my jewelry. If the windows were locked, I’m sure she would have smashed the glass in.” “And I’d do it again.” Lexie tightened her fist over the necklace. “Keep quiet,” Owen warned before inching closer to Frank with a menacing air she found oddly satisfying to watch. “What’s your problem, Warren? The lady says she doesn’t have anything.” Frank threw his head back and laughed. “Lady? Ain’t no goddamn lady here, unless you or one of them brothers there are wearing panties under them jeans.” “Shut it right there.” The oldest of the three brothers, Logan, stepped up beside Owen, who was flanked on the left by Connor. The blond trio looked every bit as powerful as she knew they were. Each of them nearly a foot taller than her, leanly muscled with the lightest shade of crystal blue eyes that seemed to be reserved solely for the Kincaid men. For a fraction of a second, Lexie allowed herself to imagine how it would be if they were on her side. When hell freezes over. They’d sooner believe Frank’s pack of lies than anything that came out of her mouth. “Stay out of this, Kincaid.” Frank switched his gaze between the brothers. “This is strictly between me and the little she-devil right there.” He jabbed a beefy finger in her direction. “Sneaked right into my house a few minutes ago and stole my gold necklace with a fat diamond pendant.” Lexie narrowed her eyes at him and jutted her chin. The hell if he thought it belonged to him. It was hers, and no one, not even her wastrel father, had the right to use it as collateral. “Look at that,” he blustered after his beady eyes flickered to her hand. “That’s my fucking property she’s got in that death grip. Somebody oughta teach you a lesson once and for all.”

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Frank advanced toward her at the exact moment Connor stretched out a hand, knocking the man backward. Staggering onto the grass, Frank shouted, “Now, wait just a minute. This ain’t got nothing to do with you Kincaids.” No one paid Warren any mind. Owen cocked his head to the side and stretched out his hand once again. “No joke, Lexie, give it to me. You know if he wants to press charges against you he can.” Fear jackknifed into her gut, and she knew her face betrayed her anxiety. Owen looked at her and continued, “You don’t want that, do you? Another night inside Jasper County jail?” Lexie stared at his hand beckoning for her to place the necklace within it. She opened and closed her fist. No. Although the thought of returning to the cramped cell she’d spent three nightmarish days in terrified and nauseated her, she couldn’t give in so easily. Especially when she was in the right and Warren was twisting everything to his advantage. “Alexa,” Logan began in his usual stern tone, “listen to Owen. Return the item to Warren. If it’s money you need to borrow, we’ll take care of it.” Huh. Lexie blinked against the shock. Since when did the Kincaids concern themselves with anyone unless it had to do with their ranch or factory? More so, why the heck would uptight Logan offer to lend her funds? Shaking her head, she regained focus. “I’m not giving it to him.” Jesus, had her voice shook? “Yes, you can. Just open your fucking hands and apologize.” Logan’s gaze shifted to the belligerent man on the ground, and in that cool, collected voice she couldn’t help but admire, he responded, “You’re not included in the conversation.” Focusing on her, his tone dropped a level. “You know we can pry it out of your fingers. Is that what you want?” Just as she thought, they were still going to take the side of a man they were feuding with and brand her as a thief forever.

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Not in this lifetime. She’d only attempted to “borrow” once in her life, and the only thief among them was staggering off the ground. Lexie immediately thought of the contract she had signed with Frank a month ago. “Here.” She shoved a hand inside the back pocket of her jeans, pulled out the paper folded into a tight wad, and held it toward Owen. “Take a look for yourself, see how much you know.” She opened the neatly folded piece of paper. When Owen took it from her with a slow skepticism, she watched the looks of doubt flash across the faces of the three brothers. “You gave him a thousand dollars.” Owen raised his gaze from the paper, gaping at her in disbelief. “And it says here you worked for him an entire month. You did all that?” Lexie nodded. “It took me a long time, but I raised the funds. I even wrote him a check. I have the bank statement to prove it.” “That contract means squat.” Frank had somehow managed to pick his rotund self off the ground. “Girlie got tired of paying me and decided to forge a contract, that’s what.” He dug two fingers into his shirt pocket and withdrew a crumpled piece of paper. “This is the real contract. Deal was for three thousand dollars along with the month of free work at my hardware store.” Her head spun. Liar. He was standing in front of everyone showing off what had to be an illegal document. She had the real contract. It was all making sense now, the reason for the smugness on his pug-like face when he’d refused to hand over the cherished necklace a week ago. “It’s a fake.” Lexie swallowed, trying desperately to maintain her composure. “Look at the signature. I never signed it. This is what we both signed. I swear. You can compare them.” “Let me see that.” Connor snatched the paper from Frank. A crease settled in his forehead. “Signatures look the same.” He turned the contract over to Logan and asked, “What do you think?” “They both look the same.”

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“Aha,” Frank shouted, his beady eyes bugging out in triumph. “Told ya the little bitch was trying to be sneaky. Now give me the necklace before I get my son out here to make the arrest.” “Cool your horses.” Owen glared. “You’ll get your fucking necklace, Francine.” Frank drew his brows together, issuing Owen a deadly look for the insult, although he refrained from speaking. At least she had to give the bastard credit for knowing when he’d met his match. “All right, Lexie. Game’s up. Let me have it so Warren here can hurry off and go play dress up.” Holy shit. They were serious. She looked between them, taking in the hard, square jawlines and blatant determination in their eyes. So they were in agreement with Frank, who already had his cell phone out, no doubt ready to call his son, the local deputy, on her. Lexie squeezed her eyes, pushing away the unwanted memory of Sam Warren sneaking into her cell to feel her up. If Sheriff Harper hadn’t dropped by and relieved the man of his duties that night…chills ran down her spine. It didn’t bear thinking about. Slowly, she opened her fist, disgust churning inside her as Owen scooped up the thin double strands of gold. She turned her to head to the side, avoiding the sight of Frank’s grubby paws holding on to what was rightfully hers. Bastards. Every single one of them. Within seconds, Frank was ambling in the opposite direction, no doubt grinning that his scheme had succeeded because of the arrogant jerk-offs standing before her. Lexie pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “You just had to butt into this, didn’t you? Of all the days when you three decide to leave Chateau Circle-K and mingle amongst the commoners, I had to be the unfortunate person.” She brought her hands together and clapped twice. “Thanks for taking away the one fucking thing I had left of my mother, assholes.” A furious tear slipped past her eyelash, and she scrubbed it away while stomping off. If she had to stay in this town

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for another year, on top of seeing both Warren Senior and Junior get their asses handed to them, the sight of those damn Kincaid men being brought to their knees would be at the forefront of her mind. That she would pay actual money to see. **** “Did you see the look on her pretty face?” Owen asked, leaning forward on the sofa and running a hand along his jaw. They shouldn’t have allowed Lexie to leave while she was so upset. Not that he thought for a minute she would have listened to a word of reasoning from any of them. Connor glared at him and Logan then posed the same question he’d been dying to ask ever since they left her an hour ago. “Tell me again why we allowed that pisshead to take her necklace. Warren is as underhanded as they come. I don’t care how similar those signatures look, Lexie’s contract was the real deal.” “We had to,” Logan countered. “Unless you wanted her to get sent back to jail. Didn’t you see the expression on her face the first time Owen mentioned it?” Owen scowled. “Couldn’t miss it.” He and his brothers had been away on a business trip when they’d return home, and Owen had stopped by the sheriff’s office to see if he was any closer to finding the culprits behind an attempt to burn their sugar production factory. It wasn’t a secret to the Kincaids who was responsible—Frank Warren and his son. It was still treading on murky waters to make their accusation known, especially with Sam serving under the sheriff and being privy to the details of the case. And without hard evidence to go on for the fire that burned a section of the factory a month ago, nothing could be proven. While the sheriff blustered his way, finding excuse and reason after reason for why the investigation was stalling, he caught a

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glimpse of huge brown, lackluster eyes staring back at him, voided of their usual defiance from a pile on top of Harper’s desk. “Little hellcat got booked for assault,” the sheriff confessed once Owen flipped open the folder. “Got into it with Cynthia Wright. Almost knocked the poor girl out.” Owen found it hard to believe considering Lexie’s tiny frame, but that hadn’t stopped them from paying her bail. They’d even gotten the sheriff to convince Cynthia and her family to drop the charges. “What’s our next move? My guess is she’s alone in her house bawling her eyes out.” He ran a hand through his hair, saddened at the thought. “Know what’s even more fucked up, I heard she was there when her mother passed away. Father was out getting drunk and she was the only one at home to watch her mother die. Makes me sick to think Warren has something that belongs to Lexie.” Owen clenched his jaw. “We should have ripped up his goddamn contract and crammed it down his throat.” Logan lifted an eyebrow. “Are you finished?” Owen bit back a sneer as Logan continued. “Frank Warren isn’t simple. Don’t you think he had copies made? Who’s going to take Lexie’s word over his when he’s doling out salaries? Not that it matters because we’re going to get it back for her.” “We are?” Logan glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, irritating the heck out of Owen. “I believe I just stated that.” “What, are we going to break his neck or something to get it back?” Owen looked over at Connor to see if his brother was as clueless as he felt. Connor shrugged. Logan tapped his fingers on the armchair. “Nothing like that. We’ll simply buy it back for her.” Connor sprang from the edge of the couch. “Give money to that fuckhead? I’m with Owen. I vote for breaking his neck.” Logan leaned back into his chair, staring down the two of them. “Do you want her or not?”

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Logan’s words had a trigger effect. Owen felt his irritation ebb and watched as Connor sank back onto the edge of the sofa. All their planning had come down to this. His heart thumped inside his chest. How many days had they sat back discussing the feisty, little brown beauty, wondering how much sweetness was hidden behind her façade of stubbornness and bravery. It was all a show, had to be. One look into Lexie’s eyes and all three of them knew there was so much more to her than she was letting on. Case in point, her reluctance to give up a treasured token and the angry tears he’d seen in her eyes when he’d taken it from her small hand. “You know damn well we want her as much as you do.” Connor spoke up. “At this point, I’m aching for that girl so bad I don’t care if we have to pay the devil himself to get her inside the house with us.” Logan looked over at him in question. Swallowing, Owen nodded. “I want her, too.” He knew his voice had gone husky, but he didn’t care, couldn’t help it. Shit, he could even feel his prick getting hard imagining Lexie with those shapely legs bent at the knees, splayed wide, and ready to take their cocks. “What if we do all this and she doesn’t want us? I don’t know about you, but not too many girls are going to be willing to take on three men at once, much less if she doesn’t even like them.” Logan straightened in the seat. “We’ll just have to demonstrate to Lexie how much we want her. She won’t like it at first, what I’m planning, but in time, she’ll come to accept belonging to us.” Logan told them of his plans then lifted his eyebrows. “Does that mean we’re all in agreement?” Owen jerked his head. Logan didn’t need to ask him twice. Anything that brought them one step closer to having Lexie and he was on board. Owen glanced to the side at Connor, who was nodding his head like a fucking maniac. Owen shook his head. He still found it hard to believe that after so many years of being with other women, the three of them had somehow managed to fall for the same one. But what choice did they

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have? Neither of them wanted to back down from pursuing her. The only option was to share and try their hardest to make it work. Lexie was worth it because under all that sneakiness and fire was a girl who needed some taming and love…and the Kincaid brothers were more than up to the task.

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Chapter Two Lexie resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the two coworkers leaning against the row of shirts and dresses she’d stacked onto the hangers and arranged on the wall. Whatever, I did the job. Not my problem if those bitches mess it up. Anna-Sue and Marissa were trying to bait her into an argument, much like their friend had done last month. Lexie bit her cheek. She still regretted what happened between her and Cynthia. She’d never hit anyone before, much less almost knocking them out. It wasn’t an experience she wanted to repeat, regardless of the satisfaction she’d received from the look of terror on Cynthia’s face. But Cynthia wasn’t her problem now. No, she had to keep working while those two cackled and spoke loud enough, intending for her to hear every word. “Did I tell you that Connor invited me himself?” Anna-Sue boasted, arching her auburn brows when Lexie made the mistake of making eye contact with her. The wavy-haired one, Marissa, giggled and kicked aside a shirt brushing her leg. “Those guys are hot. I’m not sure which one I like more, but I could totally see you hooking up with Connor.” Shoving a sweater onto the rack, Lexie couldn’t help but perk up her ears. This wasn’t the first party being held by the brothers that she had heard about in an offhand manner. For all the eyeing she was getting from them whenever she was out and about, one would think at least one of them was interested in her, but not once had they ever invited her to any of their parties. Not like I care.

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“So, um, Alexa. Did you get an invitation?” The girl didn’t even try to hide the smirk on her flawless face. Lexie stood and brushed off her knees. “Yep. I turned them down. Got better things to do with my time.” “You’re such a fucking liar.” Anna-Sue sneered while folding her arms. “You don’t have anything better to do.” She turned to a snickering Marissa. “Correction, Alexa’s going to be all alone in her little shack, curled up with a brown paper bag, drinking just like her drunk of a father.” A muscle in her cheek ticked. “So why the hell did you ask me then, genius, since you already knew the answer?” “Because I know what a liar you are, and you just proved me right.” Lexie curled her fists and pretended to study her fingernails. Ignore it. “Okay, I’m a liar. Pat yourself on the head, Anna-Sue, or maybe Marissa here can do it for you.” Do not have time for this. Lexie walked behind the counter and grabbed her handbag. “I’m done for tonight.” It was Marissa’s turn to lock up the clothing store anyway. The “shack,” as Anna-Sue called it, was a modest one-bedroom house she’d shared with a great aunt. After her mother’s death from stomach cancer, the shock of being handed off to a stranger had been nothing compared to witnessing the demise of her levelheaded father. Her father, Marcus Grey, had been an engineer working with one of the largest firms in the state of Wyoming. Unable to cope with losing the woman he loved, he’d turned to alcohol soon after they’d learned she wasn’t going to survive despite the chemotherapy. The day after her mother’s funeral, she was sent from Cheyenne to the small town of Oak Creek. They told her it was supposed to be temporary until her father straightened out his life. What a load of crap that was. Ten years had passed since that day, and the trusting twelve-year-old had to wise up and deal with living in a place where cattle seemed as if they were more important than most

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of the people, including her. God, just thinking about all the damn cows, she couldn’t help but think of Logan, Owen, and Connor and the sprawling ranch they owned. Bet Frank Warren never would have pulled a stunt like that on any of them. Then again, she wasn’t sure. The man was the proverbial snake in grass and even now she wanted to scream, cry thinking he was touching her mother’s necklace or gifting it to a lover. Before she learned that her daddy had taken her mother’s necklace and lost it in a bet with Frank Warren the last time he came to visit her during one of his bouts of sobriety, Lexie had made plans to move back to Cheyenne. That thousand dollars she’d scrimped and saved was supposed to go toward a deposit on a place to live. Instead, the pig-face bastard had it along with her momma’s necklace, and she was stuck in Oak Creek for God knew how much longer. To make matters worse, she was going to have to stop by Circle-K Ranch and speak with the Kincaid brothers, or rather Logan. She didn’t know much about their personal dealings, but she’d heard as much to know Logan was the one in charge of the sugar refinery. Last week when she had stopped by the factory inquiring about a job, the human resources manager had taken one look at her slight build and dubbed her incapable of the strenuous work. The man was sorely mistaken if he thought she was going to give up so easily. Supposedly, the salary was one of the most decent rates around, and well, she needed the money. With her hours at the store about to be reduced, it was time for a change. Logan and his brothers might be a lot of things, but she doubted they would refuse someone willing to work hard, even if that person was her. **** “You want what?” Logan repeated, taken off guard. Moments before, he had been inside his office, combing over their latest figures

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when the doorbell rang. Of all the people he had expected, it was not Lexie. It was, to say the least, a welcomed pleasure. “I wish to have a word with you inside your office.” She straightened her shoulders and added, “It’s a business matter…Mr. Kincaid.” His eyebrows shot up. He had to have heard it all by now. Keeping his features impassive, Logan opened his hand gesturing toward the hallway and up a flight of stairs. “By all means. Follow me.” She nodded, but not before he caught the flash of relief in her large brown eyes. She was wearing a simple white button-down shirt and a black skirt that fell to her knees. She must mean business. Logan had never seen her dressed like that before. Always shorts, miniskirts, or the tightest jeans she could fit her luscious round ass into. Still, he had to admit the plain outfit did nothing to distract from her slim, petite figure. “It’s in here.” He pulled open the door to one of the spare rooms he’d converted into an office. Logan seated himself behind the oak desk, observing the way she walked slowly toward the desk, perusing every inch of the office, and making no effort to hide it. “Have a seat,” Logan instructed, wishing to get to the bottom of whatever it was she wanted. She took the chair directly in front of him, and Logan waited in the terse silence for her to begin. Nothing. “Alexa—” “I’m sorry I tried to take the five bucks off your table.” Logan stiffened. He hadn’t expected that, and frankly, he hadn’t wanted her to mention it again. He hadn’t been present at the time of the incident, but Owen had related the details to him and Connor of catching her red-handed attempting to sneak a five-dollar bill from the table. Owen had called her out on it; the right decision, which he

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knew, had left Owen feeling as if he was now in even worse favor with her than himself and Connor. Logan dropped the pen in his hand and questioned her in seriousness. “Are you a thief? We can’t discount the fact that you did break into the Warren house on top of everything.” Wavy curls that looked as if she had braided then unraveled the hair, bounced against her neck as she denied it. “I’ve never stolen anything before.” A pause. “I mean, I’ve never tried to steal anything before. I wanted to get that out of the way before the conversation took off. As for Frank, I call that taking what rightfully belongs to me. He’s the thief. I wish you guys could have seen that instead of handing over…” She heaved a sigh, and Logan couldn’t help but lower his gaze to where her breasts rose, oh so subtly, with that tiny intake of breath. A smile spread across her bow-shaped lips, though not quite reaching her eyes. “I’m getting off track,” she said quietly, straightening in the chair. “I didn’t come here to discuss Frank and my…necklace.” “No?” “I wanted to ask about a job.” Logan reclined in his chair. Interesting. “I assumed you had a job working inside that women’s store, Savvy Girls?” “I do, but my hours are being reduced to two days per week. It’s just not enough. I need to find something else.” “Understandable. However, I’m unsure how I factor into this dilemma of yours?” She let out a breath and drew up her slender shoulders. Dear God, is she trying to appear taller? Logan held back a smile. If Lexie wanted a job, he and his brothers did have the perfect one in mind for her. One that wouldn’t require anything apart from being available to them all throughout the day and night with that exquisite body. “I was wondering if I could get a position in the sugar beet factory.”

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Logan opened his mouth to categorically deny her request when she rushed on. “I’m a diligent worker, I learn fast, and you wouldn’t believe how skilled I am at following directions. I’ll even work on the weekends, nights, too.” “My answer is no. There’s no place for you in that factory. I’m sorry if you came here with expectations that I’d agree to this.” “Why not?” “For one, we’re not hiring new workers, and two, even if we were, I wouldn’t allow you to work there. That’s my final word.” She blinked and pushed out of the chair. “That’s some honesty right there, Logan. I’m not sure what the heck I ever did to you and your brothers. I thought I’d at least have a fair shot at the job after I apologized.” Shrugging, she strode to the doorway and turned the handle. “Guess there goes my invitation to your blowout. Oh wait, I’m about the only person in town who isn’t on the list.” She laughed softly, mocking him with the hurt she was trying to hide. “It’s a small get-together.” He knew it sounded contrite even to his own ears. “I don’t care,” she stated flatly, stepping through the doorway. Logan felt like an ass after the door clicked, but he had to let her go, however much it pained him. Her mother’s necklace was sitting in his desk drawer this very moment, and he wanted more than anything to hand it to her. Not just that, but to let her know how much he and his brothers cared about her and wanted to be with her. He couldn’t. The timing was off. It wasn’t just about his feelings for Lexie. Owen and Connor had as much right to voice their feelings to her as he did, and he wasn’t going to make a move on her unless everyone involved was present. Less than two minutes later, Logan heard the distinct rattle of the door shaking on its hinges, followed by a furious yell. Owen burst through his door first. However, it was Connor who raged. “What the fuck happened between you and Lexie? We saw her

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storming off the ranch. It looked like she was about to start crying. What did you say to her?” “I didn’t mention our plans if that’s what you’re so fired up about. She’s clueless about our intentions toward her.” Owen crossed his arms. “All right. So she doesn’t know we want her to belong to us, fair enough. Just tell me why the hell Lexie was so upset? You had to have said something to her. Out with it, bro.” Logan held out his hands on the desk. “She asked me for a job inside the factory.” His brothers frowned in unison. Of course they understood. “Exactly. We want her here with us. The factory is no place for her.” He lowered his voice, unable to suppress the emotion he felt from being around her those few minutes. “God, she’s such a little thing. I can’t help but wonder if she can take on all three of us. It’s not like we’ve ever done this before, sharing a woman.” “This is definitely new territory for us. I don’t know about you two,” Connor pointed out, “but I haven’t fucked for a good four months since I realized it was Lexie I kept picturing with those other chicks.” “Same here,” Owen admitted. Logan knew it was true for him also. The only release he’d been getting for months was his fist wrapped tight around his cock, pumping to the image of Lexie with her pussy soaking and covered with his sperm. Those visions of her had only evolved once he’d become aware his brothers were hard up for her. As soon as he’d become comfortable with the thought of her being sexually active, taking another man’s dick inside her cunt while still belonging to him, he’d known it was time to broach the topic with his brothers. When the three of them had sat down and discussed it, they’d come to the conclusion that the adorable, outspoken girl was officially Kincaid property, and it was only a matter of time before they let it be known.

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“We have to tell her soon. She was upset about not being invited to the party tomorrow night.” Owen made a hissing sound and curled his fist. “It gets worse,” Logan continued. “She’s having a harder time, that’s why she came to ask about the job. I don’t want her to keep worrying about her future. There’s no reason for it. Not if we can help it.” A flash of dismay skidded across Owen’s face. “You didn’t tell her that we invited those assholes to try and get information about Warren and the deputy, did you?” Before he could answer, a voice blurted out, “The day after the party.” Logan gave a puzzled glance over at Connor, who had spoken. Normally the one who went with the flow, Connor looked determined as ever. “I can’t wait any long to have her. We’ll lay it all out for her on Sunday and see how she reacts. If it’s too much for her to handle, we keep at it until we can convince her to be with us. All three of us. All or nothing.” Logan shifted his gaze to Owen who jerked his head. “I’m in.” For a second, intelligent speech evaded him. This is really happening. In a few days time, they might have their girl living on the ranch with them. Taking a deep breath, Logan confirmed, “Sunday it is.”

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Chapter Three Lexie peered into the refrigerator. Half carton of milk. Baking soda. Cream cheese. Nothing to work with. The two slices of toast she’d eaten yesterday morning had served its purpose for all of an hour. A rumble rippled through her stomach, and Lexie clamped a hand over the offending sound. Damn, this was pathetic and all because she’d given every last cent to Frank. At the time, all she’d cared about was getting back the necklace. And now she was stuck without a paycheck for another week and nothing to show for the money lost. Slamming the refrigerator shut, she threw herself down into the floral 1980s-style couch Bernice was so fond of. Lexie folded her arms behind her head. She wondered if Logan regretted his decision not to hire her. Eh, most likely he’d forgotten all about it and her. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach because she knew it had to be true. It wasn’t hard to imagine what being a member of their family must be like, despite it being just the three of them. Those men were tight-knit, they were like a perfect unit…and she was jealous. Jealous that they had each other and for an entirely different reason that she hated to contemplate. She was jealous of the attention they showed to other women, including the invitation Marissa and Anna-Sue had received from them, and all she wanted was a stinking shot at a job, and they couldn’t even give her that. Lexie grimaced. She knew she should have kept a tighter rein on her control without allowing the hurt she’d felt to bubble to the surface inside his office. Apart from the day she’d gone over to the

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ranch and had her hand slapped by Owen, which up to this moment remained the most embarrassing moment of her life, she’d only seen them here and there and spoken to them a few times, what about, she couldn’t recall and had stopped paying attention to them after realizing that for all the eyeballing they were giving here, not one of them was interested enough to ask her out. It was obvious they weren’t into her, so Lexie had no idea why the hell they behaved as if they knew everything about her. Including Owen’s reminder of her night in the jail. Did they know what Deputy Warren had tried to do to her? Dread slithered down her spine. They probably knew and planned on taking advantage of her fear sometime in the future. That had to be it. Sickos. Lexie curled her lips and snatched up a book resting on the side table. Her thumb grazed the paper, but she froze when a single thud resonated on the door. Her mouth felt dry, and her heart hammered. No one ever came to her house, at least not since Bernice died five years ago. It was Sunday, no mail, so that meant it had to be Sam Warren. She gnashed her teeth. What to do? Call 911 and say a police officer was outside her door? Would they believe her if she said he’d tried to sexually assault her? So many weeks had passed… “Lexie, open the door.” Logan? The pounding in her chest quieted to a lull. If there were ever a time she’d wanted to hear that man’s voice, it was now. Dropping her book on the ground, Lexie raced toward the door, almost knocking over the side table in her haste. He must have had a change of mind about giving her a job. Crossing her fingers, she chanted silently, Please, please, please and yanked the door open. Lexie staggered backward, feeling the wind knocked out of her. All three of the Kincaid brothers were standing in front of her small doorway, their massive shoulders and powerhouse builds making it impossible to see anything beyond them.

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“What are you guys doing here?” she demanded, pulling the door closer so they wouldn’t see inside and think she was going to issue them an invitation. Owen locked his gaze on her and lifted an eyebrow. “Not going to invite us in?” “That would be a no.” Logan snorted and pushed the door open. Her mouth flew open as the three men strode inside her living room. When she finally snapped her jaw closed and got over the shock of their arrogant intrusion, Lexie turned on them, arms folded, tapping one foot on the carpet. “I repeat. What the hell do you think you’re doing? No one goes barging in on your property, what gives you the right to do that here?” “That’s enough out of you.” Wha…What? Lexie eyes bulged. Now Connor was issuing orders to her, inside her own freaking house. This had to be a hungerinduced hallucination. She took a deep breath and held up her hands. “I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten, and when I open them, I better not see any one of you inside my house. One, two—” “Stop counting and open your eyes, darlin’. We’re not going anywhere.” Owen again with that damn “darlin’,” something he probably called every woman under the age of sixty. Lexie glared. “Then please tell me why my house is suddenly being taken over by the mighty Lord Kincaids.” Logan brushed past her, and Lexie guffawed once more at the sheer gall of the way they behaved as if they owned the place. “Sit down. We have something important to discuss with you.” She rolled her eyes and went to the couch. “Of course, silly me. It’s only my home, after all. Who am I to disobey your orders?” “Alexa…” “Just tell me if you’ve changed your mind about giving me the job or not.”

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Before Logan had a chance to confirm or deny, Owen strode toward her and barked, “Stop asking about the damn job. You’re not working there, point blank. Never going to happen.” Lexie jerked her head back at the violence dripping from his warning. What was going on here? She looked over at Connor who was supposed to be the quieter of the brothers. He looked just as annoyed as Owen. Relenting, she whispered, “It was just a suggestion. Sorry. Sheesh.” “We didn’t come here to upset you. In fact, we brought something that might brighten your entire day.” Lexie frowned and craned her neck to glance between the three men standing before her. “Oh, yeah?” “Give it to her, Logan,” Connor said thickly. Baffled, Lexie noticed for the first time that Logan was holding his fist together as if to conceal something. Her heartbeat stopped, and for a fraction of a second, she allowed herself to think it could be the necklace. Logan stretched out his arm and opened his hand. “I believe this belongs to you.” He handed her a small pink box. Too terrified to open it and have her hopes dashed, Lexie could only stare at it, the tiny box jostling in her shaky hands. “It’s your mother’s necklace, baby. Open it.” In the back of her mind, she heard the husky tone of Connor’s voice, heard what he’d called her, but it was all just too much to think on. She had to see it for herself, know they weren’t playing with her. The pear-shaped diamond glistened beneath a row of ruby gemstones. Her throat felt tight. They hadn’t lied. “How did you guys get it?” she asked softly. And why would they do this for me? “It doesn’t matter. We knew it was important to you, and we weren’t blind enough to think Warren’s contract was legitimate.”

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A tear fell from her lashes and then another. She didn’t care. The only thing she wanted to do right now was throw her arms around each of them. Lexie beamed. “Thank you. I can’t believe you cared enough to do this for me. I assumed you all believed Frank instead of me because of…” “Forget about it,” Owen insisted. “That’s the past, and we didn’t come here to discuss that asshole. Like Logan mentioned earlier, we have something important to talk about with you.” The three of them were inching closer to her. “Am I in trouble?” She let out a giggle to lighten the mood. “I don’t know, Alexa. You’ve been doing a number on us for quite a while.” Lexie frowned in confusion, having fully expected at least some type of humor from them to reciprocate the banter. “Can I please know what it is you think I’ve been doing?” Owen expelled a loud breath and shoved a hand through his low cut hair. “She doesn’t have a clue.” The gratitude she felt toward them was quickly turning to fear and annoyance. She hated being in the dark. Everyone had kept her in the dark until she couldn’t help but notice her mother was dying. “I want to know what this is all about.” She clenched her jaw and rose from the couch. “Relax, darlin’. Logan was only saying that for a while now, none of us have had a decent fuck.” Her cheeks blazed, and yet she’d thoroughly enjoyed hearing those words coming out of his mouth. “So, what does that have to do with me?” They couldn’t possibly find a way to blame her for their lack of a love life. “It has everything to do with you,” Logan rasped. “You’re the one we want.” The muscles in her body froze, save for the pulsing between her legs ignited by his words. We want.

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“Um, we who?” she asked innocently. “The three of us. We want you to be ours.” Lexie scanned the faces of the three men. Straight-faced, not a single line of humor to indicate she was the butt of a wicked joke. “We’re not messing with you, Lexie. I know how weird all of this might sound, but fuck it, you have no idea how much we want to be with you.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes went hazy. “How much I…we want to be inside you.” Her eyes widened then lowered. The pulsing in her pussy intensified, the slickened walls clenching with need. She had to be as depraved as them to have become so aroused by Connor’s words. “But you guys don’t even like me that much. You think I’m a thief. Logan wouldn’t even give me a…” She paused, remembering their warning to refrain from mentioning the job at the factory again. “We like you. Way more than you think. There’s not going to be any more talk of you being a thief because you’re not, and no one thinks that of you. I don’t think of you like that. Are we clear?” Owen tipped her chin, awaiting her answer. “We’re clear. So what do you guys want from me then? Are the four of us supposed to go on dates and stuff?” she asked, trying to make light of the situation. At least then they’d see how ridiculous it was. I mean, it was ridiculous after all, wasn’t it? She’d never even been with one man, much less three blond giants triple her size. “We want you to belong to us,” Logan began. “We’ll give you everything you need, honey. Take care of you. All we ask in return is that you…” He paused and Lexie saw the subtle look that passed between the men before Logan continued smoothly. “We want to have sex with you and not just once.” Her heart fell. “Oh. You mean you want me to prostitute myself to the three of you?” She arched a brow daring them to deny it. “It’s payment for the necklace, isn’t it?” Talk about feeling dumb. Why would they have done anything for her out of the kindness of their

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hearts? She thumbed the box, unsure what to do if they tried to take it from her. “The necklace is yours. No payment involved. I swear it.” Despite the sincerity she saw in Owen’s eyes, Lexie gritted her teeth and asked, “No strings attached?” Her hands tightened around the box. “None,” they assured at once. “And your offer. Is this a once in a lifetime treat for a lucky girl, getting to spread her legs for the Kincaids?” Logan growled. “Lexie.” She lifted her shoulders. “What? It’s the truth, isn’t it? You guys barge in here asking me to be…” She let out a strangled sound and held out her hands. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be.” Connor cleared his throat and held her gaze, his blue eyes appearing somber. “Do you hate us, Lexie, is that the problem? You think we’re going to hurt you?” “I don’t hate any of you. This is kind of a shock. You all just waltz into my home, come bearing the one thing I wanted most then bam, lay it on me that I’m now supposed to fuck you, Logan, and Owen.” She laughed and stared at them. “Have you guys taken a look in the mirror lately? Yeah. I am a little scared about how that would go. How would that even work out?” Owen rubbed a crease on his forehead, staring at her with a stunned expression on his face. “Darlin’, are you trying to tell us you’ve never been fucked before?” White-hot fire crept into her cheeks. “That’s none of your business.” “Answer the question,” Logan ordered. “Why? You’re going to flip a coin to see who gets to pop my cherry? How is that going to go down if I agree to this?” Jesus, Lexie, are you actually contemplating this? She was going insane. That had to be it. Her stomach rumbled again, and Lexie knew for sure this time it had to be insanity from the hunger.

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Once the churning in her stomach quieted, Lexie turned to see them staring at her with slackened jaws. “When was the last time you’ve eaten?” “An hour ago.” Logan raised his brows, appearing sterner than usual. “When I ask you a question, I expect nothing less than an honest answer. Have you eaten today?” Owen and Connor were stiff with their attention on her. Lexie sighed. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning. There, you dragged it out of me.” “We’re not against you,” Connor told her. “That’s where you’ve got your thinking all messed up. You’re our girl. At least we hope you’ll be ours. What do you say the four of us go out to eat? Give you some time to decide if you’ll think about giving us a shot.” Lexie touched her cheek. She was famished, and it wasn’t like she had anything else to do today. And you want to spend time with them. Admit it. She slapped a hand to her knee, and she rose dramatically. “All right boys. Just give me a couple of minutes. I would say make yourselves at home, but you’ve already done that.” She dashed into her bedroom and whipped out a dress. It wasn’t until she was halfway ready that she caught herself in the middle of a tune she was humming. Lexie clamped her mouth shut. She never hummed. No, that was a lie. As a child she would sit on the bed, mimicking her mother’s humming, which happened whenever she was getting ready to go out with her husband. Were the Kincaid men tearing down her defenses so quickly? No way. It was food that had her so excited. That had to be it—the gorgeous company had nothing to do with it.

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Chapter Four “So, what do you guys want to talk about?” Lexie asked in between a bite of her mahimahi and rice. If it wasn’t so heartbreaking how hungry she had been, Connor would have laughed at the way she attacked the food. Then again, his laughter might alienate her and make her not want to give them a chance. Not having her wasn’t an option at this point, not when he was sporting a constant erection thinking of how hot her pussy would feel around his cock. Connor shifted in his seat, but it did nothing to relieve the pressure in his cock. “We can talk about whatever you’d like,” Owen said. Not wanting to be overshadowed by his older and younger brothers, Connor quickly joined in the conversation. “Aren’t you lonely? You’ve been living by yourself since Mrs. Conrad died.” She dropped the fork on the dish and wrinkled her adorable nose. “Tell me something, and this goes for all three of you. How the hell is it you all know so much about me?” She swallowed hard. “And how did you know about my, um…time in jail?” “This is small-town America. News travels fast.” Her lips tilted into a smirk as she faced him. “At least you know it. That leaves me to wonder why none of you seem concerned about people finding out about the four of us. She narrowed her eyes. “Or was the plan to keep me hidden beneath a cellar or something?” Connor’s hand shook, barely catching his glass before it slipped. Holy shit. She’d said the four of them. Did that mean she was going to let them fuck her?

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“Hey, wait a minute,” she cried. “Get that look off your face. I’m not agreeing to anything. I was just tossing around ideas, putting it out there.” “But if we made you happy, would you be concerned if people knew about our arrangement?” He and his brothers didn’t care. They’d discussed it already. Fuck, they wanted everyone to know Lexie was off-limits and belonged to them. Her eyes lost their ferocity as she lowered her lashes and shrugged. “I used to be happy. That was a long time ago, though. Before my mom passed away and my father started drinking to ease his pain.” She straightened in her seat and raised her head, a hint of a smile on her pert lips. “We used to have money. A lot. The necklace you guys gave back to me—I remember when my father surprised my mom with it. It wasn’t her birthday or even a holiday. She asked him what it was for and you know what he said? ‘Because I love you and you’re my beautiful wife.’” Connor watched her eyes go hazy as if she was lost inside the memory, and his heart ached for her. “Romantic, isn’t it? Buuut, I’m sure you all know how that turned out for both of my parents.” Lexie picked up her fork. “Still, there’s a lot to be said for happiness. If I was happy and the person…” She smiled at them. “My apologies. Persons I’m with were happy then no, I wouldn’t care about anyone who had something negative to say about us. They’d better keep it to themselves.” Logan, who had so far remained silent in a more observatory role, nodded. “I agree with you. What we do is no one’s business but our own.” He reached across the table and stroked her fingers. “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with so much, honey. We’re not going to rush this decision on you. It’s obvious you need more time to consider our arrangement.” He squeezed her hand. “Just don’t keep us waiting too long. I don’t think these two have grasped the concept of patience yet,” Logan added, pointing his thumb at him and Owen.

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Despite the surge of jealousy he’d felt at seeing Logan’s hand on Lexie, Connor chuckled. “Maybe when we get to your age we’ll get the meaning, until then, I’ll enjoy being young.” Owen scoffed. “Don’t forget you turned thirty-two last month. That’s only two years behind Logan.” “How old are you?” she asked Owen. “Thirty, darlin’.” Lexie leaned back in her chair and tapped a finger against the table. “Change of topic now that you’ve proven I’m not dealing with boys. So, ah, how’d the party go?” She glanced at all three of them but chose to narrow her eyes particularly at him. “I guess Anna-Sue must have chatted your ears off, huh, Connor?” Holy shit. Lexie was jealous and correct in her assumption. The redhead had tried to corner him at every opportunity last night. For the first half of the night, he’d talk with her a lot, hoping he’d get information out of her, but as it turned out, she knew nothing about Sam Warren, except for maybe the size of the man’s dick. He’d cut her loose after that and made himself scarce. “She was there. Yeah. Why?” “No reason. Curious was all. I’m sure she’s going to fill me in on the details I don’t want to hear at work tomorrow.” Owen glared at him then looked at Lexie. “Why aren’t you concerned about the women I was with last night?” “Because I don’t work with any of them. I work with Anna-Sue, and she’s always running off her mouth about Connor. And FYI, I’m pissed at all of you for not inviting me to your party. There, I’m a big girl, and I said it.” Logan growled as if he was tired of their banter. “Lexie. Sometimes there are things that you don’t need to know a reason for, and this is one of them. Connor isn’t interested in your little friend, and that party was held for a specific reason. Get it out of your mind.” Owen nodded. “He’s right. We didn’t do it to hurt you.”

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Lexie sighed and looked between them again. “Is this how it’s going to be? You guys issuing out orders and I just have to accept them. What’s going to be the ultimate goal of this relationship? A couple of days, weeks, months with me until I’m no longer the It Girl? Then who’s going to want me after everyone finds out I was used up by the Kincaid brothers and thrown aside?” “We’re not going to toss you aside. It’s for keeps. You’re the only woman either of us has ever wanted so badly. We’ll always remain faithful to you as long as you do the same for us. Isn’t that right?” Connor asked, lifting his brows at his brothers. “That’s right,” they both whispered thickly. She tapped a finger to her lips and Connor bit back a smile at her look of mock concentration. “All right. So, let’s pretend I was offering up my body as a virgin cowboy sacrifice. Am I on limited time or something to get between the sheets?” “We’re grown men. We’re not going to attack you as soon as you move onto the ranch,” Logan asserted. Her mouth opened wide, and she held up her hands. “Hey, wait. Who’s saying anything about moving? I’m perfectly fine inside my own place.” Owen lifted an eyebrow and grinned. “Lexie, how else do you expect to be available to us? If I wake up at two in the morning and decide I want a quick fuck, I’m walking down the hall, not halfway across town.” Connor watched her reaction to his brother’s statement. Her eyes widened then lowered gently, and she shifted on her seat. Bingo. They were wearing her down. Her pussy had to be wet. “He’s right,” Connor said. “You’ll have to move out to the CircleK. That was our intention all along. We’ll need you there at all times.” Slowly, she shook her head and whispered, “Oh, my God. What am I doing? Why am I even thinking about this? It’s insane. I can’t

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have sex with three men at the same time. I can’t live with you guys and be some sort of sex toy.” “Is your answer no?” Logan asked, a bit too brusque for Connor’s liking. He wanted to slap his brother across the head. Lexie looked away and mumbled, “It should be no. And then I should sue all three of you for sexual harassment.” She scanned the quiet restaurant. “I bet you guys chose this empty place so there’d be no witnesses to confirm my side of the story either.” “Lexie…” Logan warned. She waved a hand. “Hush. Relax. I was just messing with you guys. In all honesty, my answer is I need some time to think this over.” She leaned back in the chair. “Fact of the matter is, as much I thought I disliked you all, I’m a bit…intrigued. Yep, it’s true, Kincaid.” She gazed at them, and Connor knew she was using their last name to refer to them collectively. He couldn’t hold back the grin. “You guys are attractive, and I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t turned on by the idea. But to actually go through with being your go-to girl, I need to wrap my mind around it some more.” Her answer was better than he’d expected to hear but still not what he wanted to hear. Deep down, he had imagined her leaving the restaurant and going home with them, maybe even showing off that delectable pussy to them, giving them a glimpse of what was in store. Since that wasn’t going to happen, he had to find out her plans for the time being. “What are you going to do tomorrow and the day after? You just admitted that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday. Why is that? Isn’t your boss paying you?” Her jaw tensed, and for a second, Connor wondered if he’d screwed it up by butting into her business, but he was concerned about her, and as of now, anything having to do with Lexie was their number one priority. She played with the straw in her drink and shrugged. “My boss pays me. I used the last of it to give to Frank. I won’t get paid again until next week. I gambled on someone’s honesty and lost. Lesson learned. I’ll be fine.”

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“How will you be fine?” Connor asked, grateful that Logan and Owen kept their mouths shut this time. She gave a wan smile. “Not sure about that, but it seemed like the thing to say.” Her lips spread even wider. “Don’t worry about it, boys. I got myself into this mess, and I’ll just have to ride it out until then. Won’t be the first time.” She winked at them with all the bravado in the world. But it will be the last time you have to do it alone. He was going to have to take a gamble of his own. “I know you don’t trust Warren, for good reason—but what about us. Do you trust us?” Suspicion flickered in her eyes, but she nodded all the same. “Yeah, why?” “Since you’re unsure about whether or not to agree to our arrangement, I think it might be a good idea for you to give us a week. You can come and stay at the ranch for a week, no strings, nothing. Just us hanging out and showing you what we do. You can get to know us better, but most of all, I’d be able to sleep at night without worrying about you.” She arched an eyebrow. “Is that the distinct sound of pity I hear, Kincaid?” “Swear to God, no.” He held up a hand to reassure her. “Call it a selfish move if you must because I hope by the end of the week you’ll be begging to stay with us.” She laughed quietly. “Begging, huh? And what about you guys?” She looked over at Logan and Owen. “Do you want me there? Although I didn’t agree to have sex.” “We don’t just want you there. It’s where you belong.” She laid her hand on the table and smiled. “All right. I’m game. So, who’s going to give me the first ride?” Connor groaned, and from the look of Logan’s taut jawline and Owen rubbing his temple, he knew it was going to be a very long week. “On a freakin’ horse, I mean!”

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Chapter Five “Five more minutes,” Lexie whispered beneath her breath. All throughout the evening, Anna-Sue and Marissa regurgitated the details from the party. Thanks to the girls, she knew exactly what each of the men wore, entire conversations that took place between them and the Kincaids. Not to mention she now knew the private life of half the residents in Oak Creek. “Walking home alone again tonight, Alexa?” Marissa nudged Anna-Sue with her elbow while waiting for her to answer. Lexie pushed an empty box aside. “Why, you offering me a ride?” Anna-Sue rolled her eyes at that. “Doesn’t anything ever upset you? You walk around the store and the entire town acting as if you couldn’t care less, but everyone knows it’s just a front.” Smiling, Lexie cocked her head to the side. “Gosh, I had no idea I took up that much space in your head. What can I say? Anyway, if we’re sharing a bit of honesty here, then I have to tell you ladies I’m not walking home alone tonight. Connor Kincaid is picking me up tonight. I'm going to hang out with him and his brothers.” She winked at the girls, uncaring if she sounded like a slut. It was all worth it just by the bug-eyed look on both women. “That’s such a fucking lie,” Anna-Sue yelled, stomping behind her. Lexie pushed opened the door, and sure enough, there was Connor behind the wheel of his F-150 pickup truck. Behind her, she heard the sound of indrawn breaths. “How do you even know him?” “We had lunch yesterday.”

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Without waiting for Anna-Sue and Marissa to pick up their jaws from the floor, she climbed into the truck and threw her arms around Connor for good measure. “Shit. You really hate them, huh?” Connor asked when they drove away. “No, those bitches are more annoying than anything else. Sometimes they’re more of a comic relief.” Connor chuckled. “I doubt that’s their intention.” “I know,” she said quietly. Anna-Sue and Marissa didn’t come from rich families, but Lexie supposed it made them feel better because they were slightly above her in the pitiful social ladder of Oak Creek. When they made the turn onto the ranch, Connor parked the truck and led her toward the front door. “Logan already dropped by your place to pick up the suitcase you left in the living room.” He grinned at her. “I don’t see any smoke coming from the roof, so I think we might have dinner tonight.” Once he opened the door, Lexie felt her nerves taking a hold of her. What if this turned out to be a big mistake and ten minutes into her being there they’re ready to call it off. Oh God, that means I actually do want to give this a chance. Connor shouted for his brothers, and she saw Owen striding into the living room with what looked like specks of flour dusting his jeans. He looked past Connor directly to her, and a huge grin broke across his face. “I thought you’d never get here.” He grabbed her up into a big hug and brushed his lips with an agonizing slowness across her cheek. Heat spiraled into her lower belly at the feel of Connor’s eyes on her back, witnessing the kiss from Owen. I’m as twisted as they are. “Where’s Logan?” Lexie asked, looking around. “Logan is right here.” A rich timbre sounded from the staircase. She whipped her head to the side. Logan looked so good standing there in white, loose-fitting pants and a blue button-down shirt. His

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hair looked damp and slightly ruffled, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. “Hi,” Lexie greeted, baffled by the sudden huskiness to her voice. Connor and Owen made her feel at ease, but something about Logan made her feel almost insecure, girlish, more so now that she was on his turf. “Are we going to eat or what?” Connor asked. They took off into the large dining room where it looked as if Owen had been busy prepping the table for dinner. Breaded chicken served with mushrooms and rice. Sitting with the men, Lexie observed in silence as they went off into discussion about what each of them was doing or planned on doing for the week. She understood the first sentence until they mentioned cattle branding. She was utterly lost by the time they launched into talks of machinery, making her question her decision by the second. What on earth would she have in common with them? The only thing they had in common so far was that all four of them owned a pair of boots. She cleared her throat and tapped a finger on the table. “Who am I sleeping with tonight?” That’ll get their attention. Their eyes collided with hers. Lexie groaned inwardly, and her pussy clenched. There was no virtue in forced celibacy. None at all, especially when the solution to her curiosity was within reach. “Would you like to see your room?” Ah, yeah, Logan. “I would. It’s not in the basement, is it?” Logan glowered at her and Lexie grinned. “You have got to lighten up. I was only joking. I know Connor and Owen have my back.” She glanced over at the two. “Am I right?” “We could always shove Logan down there if it would make you feel better,” Owen teased. Logan rolled his eyes and pushed out of his chair. “Follow me, Lexie.”

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Lexie wagged her finger at Owen and Conner. “That’s a shame. I happen to like your brother. No one’s going to throw Logan in the basement as long as I’m around.” She looked at Logan and saw his lips twitching as if he was fighting back a smile. “That’s kind of you. I’ll have to remember your defense of me for future records.” “I hope you do.” She followed Logan up the stairs and down the same hallway he’d led her to a week ago to his office. Along the way, Logan pointed out which room belonged to each of them. “This one’s yours.” The door opened, and Lexie drew in a breath. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but whatever it was, this was a hundred times better. An oversize bed stood in the middle, nightstand tables on either side, each decorated with a vase of fresh flowers, the scent filling her nostrils. The best, the bed linen was in her favorite shade of purple— lilac. Did they know? “Whose room was this?” “It belonged to no one before you. It was a guest room that’s never really been used.” “What about the sheets? Lilac is my favorite color.” Logan blushed, and it warmed her right down to her toes. “The three of us went out and bought some items to decorate the room for you. You always wear that lilac clip in your hair, and you had some things in your house…” He coughed into his fist. “It was a lucky guess.” Without thinking, Lexie rose up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his for a quick kiss. “That was very thoughtful and sweet.” Nodding, Logan stepped away as if he was uncomfortable. Lexie tried not to smile. Instead, she decided to speak in earnest. “I’m going to kiss Connor and Owen, too.” Despite the fact that they all seemed to be in agreement with sharing her, Lexie had to see for herself if they were going to be dealing with issues of jealousy or become angry with her for dividing her attention, if she agreed to it.

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His lips quirked and a firm hand brushed along her cheek. “I have no problem with you kissing them, honey. Just don’t expect me to do it, too.” Lexie giggled. “Not my type of kink.” Logan gave her a full-on smile and, God help her, a wink. Biting her lips, Lexie knelt in front of her suitcase, popping it open. Logan was making her blood boil, meaning she needed to put some space between them. “Did it make you feel special that I trusted you with the key to my house?” She looked up at him and saw the smile still in place. That had to be the longest she had ever seen Logan look anything other than ill-tempered. “It did, but I’d like for you to trust me with a lot more than the key to your house.” She pulled out the camisole and shorts she usually slept in. Peering up at Logan, she grinned, “Uh-uh. You want me to trust you with my heart and body, Logan?” His eyes darkened, and he gave her a deep, penetrating look. “I’d like nothing more.” Lexie gulped. Logan was staring at her as if he could see right down to her soul. Terrifying and thrilling. “Is that what your brothers want from me, too?” “You can ask them yourself, but I have no doubt they feel the same about you as I do.” She stood with the clothes bundled in her hands. “All these years I had hoped for just one decent guy to ask me out, and now it looks like within twenty-four hours, I managed to get my hands filled with three.” Lexie pressed her hands to Logan’s chest. “Fact of the matter, Kincaid, is that I can see myself being attracted… No, scratch that, I am attracted to all of you. How far that’ll go? I’m not sure. Can I promise love? I don’t know. That emotion and I parted ways a long time ago. It’s going to take a while for us to get reacquainted. What I can promise you, however, is to give this a real shot. Obviously, that

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doesn’t mean I’m about to spread my legs for you guys tonight, but as of right now, I feel less empty than I’ve felt since my mom died.” Logan circled his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. “Tonight will be a good night for us—with you here. Get some sleep, honey. Connor and Owen will show you around the ranch in the morning.” “You’re not coming with us?” She heard him chuckle above her and felt his huge chest expand. “I take care of the business end of the ranch and the factory. My brothers make sure everything on the ranch runs smooth each day and manage the ranch hands. That’s not to say those two can outride me. I wish I had more time to spend out there, but most days I’m up to my neck in paperwork.” “Oh.” Lexie felt bad for him. While Connor and Owen got to bask in the fresh Wyoming air, doing what they loved, Logan had to be alone inside working to ensure everything stayed on track. He cupped her chin, urging her to look at him. “Do you think I’m boring compared to my brothers because I’m not out there sweating and working with my hands?” Lexie rolled her eyes. “Yes, so boring, in fact, that I was contemplating to ask you if you needed help with all that boring paperwork. You know, to save you from yourself.” His eyes narrowed and he released her chin. “You want to help me in the office?” She lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, sure. Why not? It’s not like branding cattle or roping a steer appeals to me anyway.” She moved away from him and threw herself on the bed, arms folded behind her head. “Plus, if we close the deal on our arrangement, wouldn’t you like to have your little pet by your feet calculating figures or whatever it is you business types do?” Logan rubbed his jaw and stared at her, his gaze heated. “That’s quite a suggestion. I’m surprised I didn’t think of it first.”

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She leapt off the bed and charged in front of him. “Get that off your mind, Kincaid. There’s no fucking way I’m going to sit by your feet while you work. Not even in your dreams.” He smiled again. “I was giving you a taste of your own medicine,” he said, lowering his head to press his lips to hers. “I’ll expect you to kneel in front of me while I work. Goodnight.” The door clicked behind him. Lexie stood with her mouth agape staring at the spot where he’d stood. Dear God, why the hell was she disappointed he hadn’t gone into explicit details with her? Sick, Lexie. You are one sick and horny woman.

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Chapter Six Owen was glad Connor had to leave the house early this morning. While Connor was out irrigating ditches with some of the ranch hands, he would have Lexie all to himself. Last night, after Logan had returned downstairs, he’d almost whooped in joy when his brother told them Lexie was indeed attracted to each of them. Even better, it seemed as if she was warming to the idea of belonging to them. The door swung open, and Owen turned from his spot against the wall on the porch. She was wearing a pale red, cropped top, a pair of cutoff jean shorts that showed off her shapely bronze legs, and a pair of black cowgirl boots. His gaze drifted to her flat stomach and the cute little belly button he was aching to dip his tongue into. “Like what you see?” she asked, twirling to give him the full view of her rounded ass. “Fuck it, Lexie. If you knew what I was thinking, you’d run back inside and put on two more layers of clothing.” She laughed and hooked her arm through his. “You Kincaids are all the same.” “We are?” Lexie flashed a smile that made his cock twitch inside his jeans. “Yep. Should have heard what Logan said to me last night. Speaking of…that reminds me.” She stopped in midsentence and stretched up, sweeping her lips to his. Owen’s eyes popped open, and he snagged a hand around her waist to deepen the kiss. She wriggled against him and pulled back.

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“What was that about?” He ran a finger across his lips. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Hell, we could go back inside and finish this up.” “Logan told me how you guys went all Martha Stewart for me. It’s my way of saying thanks.” She lifted an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hips. “I owe Connor a kiss, too, just so you know. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” “You’re asking if I’m going to be jealous if I see you with my brothers.” “Will you be?” “Not as long as you give me what I want from you.” “Oh yeah.” Her voice went low and husky. “What do you want from me, Kincaid?” He clasped her to him and covered his hand over her ass. “I’m Owen. I’ve told you to stop calling me Kincaid. I’m not my fucking brothers, darlin’.” Lowering his head, Owen nibbled the top of her ear and ground his erection into her covered pussy. “Can’t you feel what I want from you, Lexie girl? What I want so badly to give to you?” A soft moan fell from her lips, and she rocked her hips into him. “I like what you’re doing. Feels really good.” Oh fuck. He wondered how wet her pussy was, if it was as tiny as her petite frame. Owen moved his hand from her ass to stroke between her legs. “I could pull down those itty-bitty shorts and fuck you right here out in the open.” She whimpered and shook her head. “You can’t. I wouldn’t let you.” “Do you think I care if anyone sees us fucking. If everyone on the ranch gets a view of your pussy stretched full of cock?” “Ohhh.” The tiny sound escaped her before she stuttered.” I–I meant because of Logan and Connor. Not fair to them.” Owen popped open a button to her shorts and slid his fingers inside, stroking her moist heat. “What’s not fair? Them not being around to watch me pleasure my woman?”

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“Yes,” she whispered dreamily then frantically shook her head. “No! I meant to say no. It’s not fair because I’m not having sex with you yet, and when the time comes, I want us all to be involved. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? I don’t want to feel like we’re sneaking behind their backs, and I doubt you want that either.” Reluctantly, Owen grabbed his hat off the old rocking chair, which belonged to his great-grandfather. Lexie had a point. They’d agreed beforehand that if Lexie agreed to sleep with them, all three of them would be present, at least for the first time. But damn, what did she expect coming out here wearing those shorts and her tits sticking out through the shirt just begging to be sucked? Patience, dude. It’s only a matter of time before you have those sexy brown legs wrapped around your back, pleading for more. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this.” Owen looked her up and down and grinned to lighten the mood. “Ready for your first taste of ranch life, cowgirl?” “Sure am. Just don’t go off and start talking about all those whatchamacallits you were doing with Connor and Logan last night. You guys had me completely lost.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “And I don’t like that.” Laughing, Owen slapped her on the ass. “All right, Miss Cheyenne, get three country white boys around a table and what else are we gonna talk about?” “Excuses, excuses. What do you guys talk about when you bring home a female?” “You mean bring home a girl for a gangbang?” She lifted a brow. “No need to beat around the bush with you, huh? For your info, yes, that’s exactly what I mean. How many women have you and your brothers done this sort of thing with?” “None.” Her eyes widened. “You all have never had sex with the same woman before?” Owen shook his head. “I said none, right?”

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“Forgive me if I find that a tad hard to believe. This town is swarming with little Daisy Duke wannabes and all three of you, the hottest, richest men in town, develop a thing for me, the only black girl around. What am I missing here, Kinc—Owen? What’s the attraction?” He rolled his eyes and growled. “If we had a thing for black women, do you think we’d still live in this goddamn town? Look around. A woman is a woman, and neither I nor my brothers give a shit about your skin color.” Owen scratched the back of his head and paused. “Okay, so I think it’s beautiful, but that’s beside the point. It’s you we want. Just you, Alexa Grey.” She said nothing, and Owen assumed he’d gotten through to her until she stopped suddenly and planted herself up against a tree in front of him. “I’m still a little bit confused about all this.” “Confused about what? That my dick is hard for you and I want nothing more than to push those pretty legs apart and fuck you straight into next week?” He waved a hand toward his stiff groin. “Need more proof?” She expelled a loud breath and lowered her lashes. “I, ah, I can see that. I’m curious, though, about how long you, Logan, and Connor have been checking me out, planning this little arrangement that, like a fool, I’m getting involved in.” Owen felt heated color creeping up into his neck. His mind raced for something to tell her. “You’re blushing,” she squeaked, a huge triumphant grin spreading across her face. “This is going to be good. Out with it. Did you like me even when you caught me about to borrow from you?” Fuck. Now his face had to be flaming red. “I should have just ignored it and let you take the money. The only reason I stopped you was because I thought I’d get you to talk to me—”

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“Owen, you’re not answering my question. When did you first notice me, and when did the three of you decide you all wanted to share?” “I’ve always noticed you. I guess I just never put much thought into what I felt for you until a couple of months ago. I saw you in the grocery store. You were going about your business, didn’t notice me. Anyway, Warren showed up—the young one.” Owen curled his lips in distaste thinking about the deputy. Lexie’s face went dour also. “I saw him walk up to you, and I knew exactly what was going on in the bastard’s mind. Same thing that was inside my head. I wanted to smash in his head. My hands were itching to actually do it until I heard you rip him a new hole. If I weren’t terrified you’d have done the same to me, I would have made a move on you right then and there.” Owen clenched his fist and couldn’t help but voice his disdain for his enemy once more. “Fucking hate that asshole.” “You do?” She lifted her gaze to his, a flicker of worry in her eyes. “You really hate Deputy Warren?” “Yeah. He and Frank have had it in for us for a long time. We think it was them and a third person that started the fire. We’re trying to gather enough evidence on them.” She nodded, although that troubled look remained on her features. “I’ll believe that. I wouldn’t put anything past those two. Is there anything I can do to help you get information on them?” Owen scowled. “I didn’t tell you this with the intention for you to get involved. I mean it, Lexie. Stay out of it or so help me God, I’ll tan your hide.” He hardened his jaw and pinned her with a look of warning. “Yeah, yeah. I heard you. I’m not into playing detective anyway, and for the record, my hide is already tanned.” She cocked her head to the side before adding saucily, “More so than you’ll know.” Planting his hand on the trunk of the tree above her head, Owen grated, “Give it a week, darlin’, and I’ll be intimately acquainted with

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more than the color of your ass.” He lifted an eyebrow and eased away before she could respond. Hurried footsteps caught up to him, and Owen felt slender fingers curling into his hand. “So, let me get this straight. Logan likes oral and you like anal?” “For a woman who’s never been laid, you sure don’t mind talking about all that comes with it.” He looked back at her while pushing open the door to the barn. The familiar scent of hay and corn grain permeated in the air. Lexie’s gaze drifted over the lofty room. “I’m curious. None of you can blame me for that. The only reason I’m a virgin is because the pickings are slim around here, and I’d rather be the crazy old cat lady before I let somebody like Deputy Warren, who kept on asking me out, be the first person I sleep with.” “But you don’t mind it being one of us?” His heart thumped because he knew whatever her answer was, Lexie wouldn’t lie to him. She talked a lot, more than any woman he’d ever been with, and if she were any other female, he would have found it irritating as hell, but with Lexie, he admired her candid honesty, and truth be told, he could sit and listen to her for the entire day. “I wouldn’t be here if I minded, now would I?” she asked. “It’ll be one of you, although I’m still not sure how it’s going to work. What will it be, coin toss or who has the smaller penis to get Lexie accustomed?” Owen laughed aloud. “This is one time I can definitely speak for my brothers. Darlin’, there is nothing small about Kincaid men.” He picked up a bale of hay and tossed it over his shoulder. “Well-hung and always ready to fuck. That’s all you need to know.” She shrugged. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.” “What do you know? You have nothing to compare us to.” Another shrug. “I’ve seen pictures.” “Porn?” “Google.”

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Owen nodded. “You’ll be impressed with us. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She clicked her tongue and picked up a flour sack of grains. “Less than seven inches or more? I’ve read that’s a good size.” “Lexie, I don’t run around with a yard stick, measuring dicks. To quell your doubts, rest assured I don’t think it’s in the Kincaid genes to be anything less than a nine.” “Hmm. I was curious before, but now I’m not sure if I should be running in the other direction or spreading my legs this very moment.” Owen kicked open the door. “For now, what you can do is decide which horse we’ll ride today. We have a ranch to run, and strong as I am, this hay is not as light as a certain female I’d rather be carting around across my shoulder.” She moved ahead of him and laughed, the throaty sound made his chest tighten and his cock ache with longing. Owen stole a glance at her. A wisp of breeze rustled through the air raising her shirt higher above her belly button. Despite the glimpse of her braless tits, with each rustle of the wind, Owen found himself more interested in the way she turned her head to the side as if she was afraid of the wind hitting her face. Cute. The air settled, yet her gaze continued to dart sideways, and he knew that, however much she tried to appear aloof, Lexie was fascinated by the surroundings and all they had to offer. Perfect. Then again, he could use that same term to describe her. From what he’d seen of her, outside and inside, there wasn’t one thing about Lexie to dislike. She had to be the most open female he’d ever come across. He’d spent an entire conversation talking to her about sex and not once did she recoil or act coy like most of the women he knew. If anything, she seemed to enjoy talking about it as much as he did. Owen smiled to himself. Logan and Connor had warned him not to come on too strong to Lexie, he recalled with malice. Showed how

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much they knew about her. Then again, he knew his brother’s flaws and hoped to God neither of them did anything to piss her off and send her packing.

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Chapter Seven On Wednesday evening, after Connor picked her up from work, Lexie was surprised that instead of heading straight to the ranch, he turned onto a solitary road lit by nothing more than the full silver moon hanging overhead. He parked the truck on a bluff overlooking the Circle-K Ranch and all of Oak Creek, which rested quietly below in a speck of dim orange light. “Is this where you take all the girls like Anna-Sue who have the hots for you?” she asked, joining him to sit on the cab of the pickup. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close to him until her head rested on his shoulder. “You don’t have to keep mentioning her. There’s no reason to be jealous of her.” His statement confused her on a deeper level. Yeah, she could see past her jealousy of Anna-Sue’s crush on Connor, but what about him? Logan and Owen had already confirmed that they were fine with the situation and had no jealousies. She accepted it, or at least she hoped they spoke the truth. Connor, on the other hand, he was so different from his brothers. Logan was succinct, to the point, which she admired because to run both businesses he had to be. But there was a hidden part of Logan, the non-uptight part of him she’d glimpsed two nights ago. Lexie was aching with the need to get to know this side of Logan. Owen, on the other hand, was so laid back and funny. Yesterday, they’d spent almost the entire day roaming the ranch laughing their asses off and chatting about the dumbest topics. At one point they’d even ended up arm wrestling to see who had to make lunch that day. She’d lost that game in less than a second after believing Owen would

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allow her to win for the sake of being a gentleman. Wrong. And yet, she’d found herself alternating between smiling and humming while preparing the food. Connor, however, the sexy, tussled-haired cowboy sitting next to her with his arms keeping her warm from the northwestern winds gently cooling the midsummer night’s air, was her loner. She didn’t want him to be jealous of the time she had spent with Owen while he was off doing the dirty work. “Anna-Sue isn’t a blip on my radar anymore. You say I shouldn’t be jealous of her, then I believe you. I’m not.” He leaned over and touched his head to hers. Lexie knew her words had pleased him. “Are you still okay with me staying in your home?” “Why wouldn’t I be? I suggested it.” “Yes, but it feels like I’ve spent most of my time with everyone except you.” He said nothing, indicating to her that he had noticed it also. She sucked in a breath and raised her head, gazing at him. “I’ve even kissed Logan and Owen.” Her muscles tensed awaiting his reaction. Somehow it felt different than when she’d said the words to Owen. She ran a greater risk of upsetting Connor, but total honesty had to be a must, right? Playing around with the emotions of three grown men was a dangerous game, one she didn’t dare begin. “When?” he asked between teeth. “Logan on the night I arrived and Owen yesterday morning.” He stiffened beside her and dropped his arm from around her waist. “Did you fuck both of them while I wasn’t home? Which one did you let inside your pussy first?” Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. It had been too good to last anyway… assuming the arrangement would work. “You can cool your horses. I haven’t had sex with anyone, and I doubt I will until I figure out a way to leave this town before I turn fifty.”

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“What are you talking about? I thought you said you wanted to be with us, that you were willing to make this work.” He sounded almost panicked. “I know what I said.” She paused and looked up at the stars. “It’s just that I have the feeling no matter what I do, I’m going to be the person who ends up with the short end of the stick. You mention the three of you, but when you look at me now for instance, all I’m getting from you is that I should tell Logan and Owen to piss off and only be with you.” “That’s not true.” Lexie shrugged. “It was just an observation. Doesn’t matter, though, because I can’t do that. Stupid as it is, I already care for all of you, but what I feel is nothing compared to what I know you and your brothers feel for each other. I’m not going to come in between that bond. Sooner or later, this little arrangement is going to fall apart, and while you guys might argue for a while, eventually you’ll all hug and make up, bump fists, whatever. As for me, I’m going to be the whore who was nasty enough to fuck three brothers at the same time.” She gave him a wry grin and added, “Let’s see how fast you all look the other way when you see me coming and you have your sweet little wives tucked under your arms. No thanks, cowboy. The shame I can do without.” He stared at her and said nothing for what seemed like forever. Yeah, that’s what I thought. The silent confirmation of her fears wrecked havoc inside her chest. Her heart felt like it was descending to her knees until Connor slipped his big arms around her waist once more. “Please tell me you don’t believe a word of what you just spouted. If you knew what I was feeling inside, there’s no way you would even suggest me walking away from you.” Blinking in surprise, she opened her mouth to answer him. His lips closed over hers, cutting off her retort. Oh, sweet Jesus, the man can kiss. Lexie reminded herself that she did owe him a kiss. Yes…of

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course that was the only reason she was running her hands through his hair and savoring the feel of his tongue melded against hers. “I’m sorry for my reaction,” Connor murmured, trailing his lips along her neck. “I’ve wanted you for such a long time, baby. Almost went out of my mind when I realized Owen and Logan felt the same way about you.” He cupped her breast through her dress and gave it a firm squeeze. Lexie released a soft moan. “So, why didn’t you ask me out?” She would have said yes to him. “I was going to.” His breathing sounded harsh as he lifted his head. “When I finally worked up the nerve, I mentioned it to Owen. That’s when we got into it because he told me you were already taken.” Lexie gasped, but he chuckled at her response. “Yeah, I was surprised, too. I’d never seen you with anyone. I asked him and he told me you were already taken by him. We were about to go at it physically when both of us realized that Logan, who usually got in the middle of our fights, had been keeping quiet. It was strange. That’s when we both noticed the look in his eyes. Right away, we knew we had a big problem on our hands.” Her face heated. “You mean little ol’ me?” “Yes. It took a long time before the three of us came to a conclusion. The one thing we all knew from the very beginning was that neither of us was going to give you up to the other. I guess that’s what led us down the road of wanting to share if you agree to it. At least that way you could belong to the three of us.” Sighing, she placed her hand on his, tracing circles below his knuckle. “I just told you how I felt about this situation. Connor, you know you’re not a hundred percent on board with this, why else would you have gotten so upset when I mentioned kissing your brothers?” “I reacted badly. I’m sorry, Lexie. You should know I wouldn’t think of you like that—as a whore. Owen and Logan wouldn’t either.

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Would I rather have you all to myself? That’s a no-brainer. It’s not going to happen however, so I won’t dwell on it. I’d rather focus on what I do have. And it looks like, as of right now, I have my girl in my arms, and that’s all I need.” Another moment passed before he said in a hushed tone, his gaze trained toward the night sky, “The thing is, even if I could have you to myself, I’m not sure I’d choose that. Not after seeing the way my brothers are with you. I want them to be happy, and right now it looks as if the only way that’s going to happen is if the four of us stick together in this and do our best to make it work.” “But will you be happy?” she insisted. Say yes. Let me be happy with you. Connor was so caring, placing his brother’s feelings on the same level as his own. It was touching and reminded her of the way Bernice had selflessly given her a home, although it aided to her own detriment, having another mouth to feed. She didn’t want him to be adversely affected by all this. Truth be told, and hard as it was to admit because of her deepening affection for each man, Lexie felt that hurting Connor would be more painful than Logan or Owen. And so she glanced over at him, awaiting his answer, breath lodged in her throat. “If you say you’re mine, then I’m happy. I can share you with a hundred other men as long as a part of you is mine.” She threw her arms around him while tears stung at the back of her eyes. It was such a ridiculous statement, but whatever emotion Connor was feeling, it was palpable, warming her to her very soul. One way or the other, she was going to return the feeling to him tenfold. “I’m yours.” He nodded and pulled her closer, resting his chin atop her head. “That’s all I need to know.”

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Chapter Eight Logan scrubbed a finger above his temple. Laughter floated from downstairs, reverberating through the crack in his office door. Lexie was with them watching television. More laughter. Frustrated and feeling silly for leaving the door halfway open because he hadn’t wanted to feel cut off from the rest of them, he pushed out his chair and shoved the door closed. He was being unreasonable, and he knew it. She had spent the better part of the morning going over some of the paperwork he’d neglected in favor of those requiring his immediate attention. He couldn’t expect her to spend the night tucked away inside his office when Connor and Owen were available and ready to spend time with her. He wanted to laugh with them, to be as carefree as Owen. He’d heard the dirty jokes Owen cracked with her and the way she fired back at him, taking it all in stride. If he did that, Logan doubted she would give him the same reaction. If he said any of the things Owen did to most women, he’d probably be charged for sexual harassment. On second thought, no one in Oak Creek would dare level a charge against the Kincaids. As of now, Frank Warren and his son were the only ones they classified as enemies. Had been like that ever since they’d refused to sell the factory to the older man. A muscle ticked in his jaw. They needed to hurry up and figure out a way to bring down the second wealthiest man in their community. He didn’t want to mention his suspicions to the sheriff in case the man let it slip out to Warren Junior, who would issue an advanced warning to his father. Worse, both of them could skip town, and that was the last thing they wanted to happen. He wanted them to

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pay. If the fire hadn’t been so quickly contained, lives could have been lost—hundreds of his employees could have been killed and his great-great-grandfather’s hard work would have been thrown to the wind. “Knock, knock.” Logan straightened in his chair as Lexie stuck her head through the door. “I thought maybe you had fallen asleep at the desk. I promised your brothers I’d poke and yell at you to get back to work.” Against his will, his lips curved into a smile. Logan felt lighter. “Come on in, honey.” “I can’t believe you’re still working. Don’t you ever quit?” she asked, climbing on top of his desk and crossing her legs at the ankle in front of him. “No.” She raised a brow then lifted her feet, resting them on his thigh “Do you want me to force you to relax?” “And how do you propose to do that?” “You’re the one who’s strung so tightly. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” I would, Logan almost said. He wanted to tell her exactly what part of him she could start with, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his arms around her waist and hoisted her from the desk, forcing her to stand between his legs. “Honey, you don’t have to be up here with me. You can go back downstairs to whatever it is you were doing.” “If I wanted to be down there, I would be. I came up here to help you, like I told you I would.” Logan let out a silent groan. As much as he loved having her work beside him, there was no way he could keep her near without touching her lush body. His cock was straining, trying to rip a hole through his pants because of her nearness. “It’s best if you leave.” She glared at him. “No. I said I’m going to help you.”

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Logan pressed his back into his chair. “You’re too stubborn.” She jutted out her chin and stared at him. “So what?” “So what?” Logan growled, half rising from his chair, palms flattened against the desk. “Look at me.” He widened his legs so she could see his massive erection. “Does it look like I need your help with paperwork?” Her eyes widened and she shook her head ever so slowly, her gaze riveted to his cock pushing through his pants. “Oh, my God. It’s huge,” she whispered, as if she didn’t think he could hear. His cock swelled painfully under her gaze. If she didn’t leave, he was going to come inside his pants right in front of her. “Go downstairs to Connor and Owen,” he commanded. She looked up at him, her eyes bright and shoulders squared. “I want to stay here.” “And do what?” Logan asked. She flicked a tongue across her lips, and Logan felt pre-cum spill from the tip. “I want to look at it.” “You’ll have to do more than that.” His hand went to the zipper, freeing his cock. Feels so damn good, Logan thought, fisting his shaft and giving her an eyeful. He heard her throaty moan, saw the way she stuck out a finger to touch him. His penis twitched right before her hand made contact. Her eyes widened and she drew back. “Touch it.” Logan clamped a hand around her wrist. She did. Stroking along the heavy base with the pad of her fingertips. “Like this?” she asked, peering up at him. Logan nodded, noting the way she was hesitantly seeking his approval. His chest swelled with pride. God, but she was ready. Had to be. Her fingers felt like heaven on his prick. No turning back. “Lexie.” He breathed. She raised her lovely head, although her fingers continued their exploration, caressing over the engorged tip and rubbing the splotches of watery fluid across the cockhead. “Yes, Logan.”

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“Do you remember what I told you we wanted from you?” Small white teeth sank into her lips. “I remember.” “You want this, too, don’t you?” He placed a thumb beneath her chin. “You see how hard I am for you, how your little fingers are wet from how much my cock wants to be inside you?” She nodded and her gaze flickered to the floor between his legs then back at him. “You want me on my knees?” God in Heaven. He groaned watching as she knelt before him. Her nipples were taut, pert buds thrusting against her silky camisole. The tiny pair of shorts she wore rode high on her bare thighs. Logan drew in a breath, catching sight of a distinct spot of wetness between her legs. Ah, fuck, honey. Your pussy must be glistening with sweetness. “Let out your hair,” he murmured low. Although her hair wasn’t long, Logan wanted to get a firm grip on the ebony strands, envisioning himself guiding her head on his cock. “Why do I have to do that?” Her hands stilled in mid-action of pulling down her ponytail. “Because it will please me.” “And what about my pleasure?” He gripped his shaft and brushed the slickened tip over her plump lips. “This. You’ll receive pleasure from having a hard cock in your mouth and making me come.” Her soft, warm tongue darted out, licking the engorged head. “I like it.” She breathed, lowering her eyelashes and pressing her lips to his cock. Logan dipped his head to the back of the chair and eased his knees apart. His balls tightened when she stuck out that warm tongue again, sweeping it around the rim and drawing the enflamed tip between her lips. “You have a sweet little mouth. Wide, luscious, and inviting. Have you been using it to satisfy your virgin’s curiosity?” She shook her head and allowed his penis to slip from her mouth. “You want to know if I’ve ever sucked cock?”

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A drop of pre-cum spilled from the narrow slit and trickled down his shaft. In a sweet surprise, her tongue darted out again, licking from the pulsing base upward, lapping away the fluid. Logan grunted and fisted her hair. “That’s exactly what I’m asking,” he grated, flexing his hips. She nuzzled her face in his groin and brushed her cheek against his throbbing prick like a kitten seeking affection. “What if I did?” She flashed him a siren’s smile. “That’s not what I asked you.” Lexie dropped a kiss on his shaft, and Logan almost lost it when her soft hands began to caress his full testicles. “I want an answer. How many times have you done this before?” “Never,” she said throatily. “I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never done it before. The honor’s all yours.” He expelled a ragged breath. She would belong to them in every way possible, but he would be the one to give her the first taste of a man’s seed. Logan suppressed a groan at the beautiful image of his cum splashing into her throat. His balls ached and felt as if they weighed a ton with his sperm churning, begging for release inside his woman. Another minute and he was going to die waiting for her warm mouth to close over his cock. When her tongue swirled over the head and dipped into the dilated opening, lapping up his pre-cum, Logan growled and pulled on her hair. She looked at him with a glint of fear and excitement in her eyes. God in Heaven. He was going to burst with want. “All of it. Open your mouth and suck it.” “I can’t…” She bit her lips and stared at his cock in longing. Logan tightened his hand in her hair and drew her head back. “Suck it,” he ordered, gripping his shaft. “I mean it. This is what you agreed to.” He pushed his cock to her lips. “I can’t let you back out of it now. It’s much too late for that.” If she didn’t open her mouth, Logan knew he was going to come all over himself and her.

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Her lips parted, and without missing a beat, he thrust inside, closing his eyes at the ecstasy of his cock gliding over her wet tongue. “Accept me,” he groaned, pulling her head toward his groin. “Accept my…cock.” Logan felt the first draw of her warm mouth on his shaft. He loosened his fingers in her hair, lightly stroking. Lexie was sucking him and God help him if it wasn’t the best feeling in the world. “Like that. Just like that. You’re doing it so good, honey.” She suckled harder, all the while her soft fingers squeezed and rolled his balls. Logan closed his eyes and felt his knees go weak. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like having you on your knees…worshiping my cock and gazing at me with those beautiful almond eyes.” A tiny mewl came from the back of her throat, and she pressed her hand onto his thigh, her gorgeous head bobbing and her mouth moving faster on his penis. The swollen tip of his cock hit the delicate palate of her throat, and Logan shouted, threading his fingers in her hair when she tried to take even more of his length inside. Impossible. “Lexie!” Her eyes widened, and Logan drew in a sharp breath at the rush of hot ejaculate spewing from his cockhead into her throat. His cock twitched and Logan jerked his hips, pumping into her face. God, but it was amazing to watch her throat working hard to swallow his thick load. She was amazing. Logan opened his mouth to tell her just that when he noticed the door being pushed wide open.

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Chapter Nine Lexie glanced out the corner of her eyes, her mouth locked firmly around Logan’s enormous cock. Owen and Connor stood inside the office, backs to the door, and eyes widened. Logan’s hand stilled in her hair, stroking lightly as the last gushes of semen spurted from the broad head, wetting her throat. Her gaze met Owen’s feverish stare. He seemed unable to decide what fascinated him more, her eyes or her mouth moving up and down as Logan softened between her lips. Still, he appeared unfazed. Lexie, you’re a whore. A few minutes ago she had been in the living room curled up beside them, now she was on her knees with Logan withdrawing his penis from her mouth. Fearfully, she looked up at Connor, expecting to see censor, anger…hurt. “No wonder you hardly leave your office,” Owen exclaimed, shaking his head at Logan in amazement. Logan snorted. “It’s the first time.” He looked down and smiled. “But it won’t be the last, will it?” It wouldn’t. She had enjoyed it far too much. “It won’t,” she whispered, casting another hesitant look at Connor who had yet to say a word. What is he thinking? Connor blinked and strode away from the door. “Is Logan the only one who gets to come in your mouth?” A heavy weight lifted off her shoulders the moment she heard the sound of his huskily voiced question. She shook her head and glanced between him and Owen. “I think I’ve developed a taste for all things Kincaid.”

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Owen chuckled. “You mean you liked my brother’s cock and now you want more. Isn’t that right?” Lexie rose and walked over to the two men. “You were right. I’m impressed by what I’ve seen so far.” She lowered her lashes and saw two very prominent erections straining toward her. Biting her lips, she tore her gaze up, stealing a look at Connor first, silently seeking his approval. He stepped aside. “Take care of Owen first. We have all night. I can wait.” Owen pulled her to his side and slung his arm around her waist. “I don’t think Logan will appreciate us leaving traces of cum inside his office. How about we move this to Lexie’s bedroom?” She elbowed Owen in his side, desperately trying to maintain an air of calm. Inside, her entire body was screaming with dread and simmering with exquisite anticipation. “Thanks for the concern,” Logan said in a dry tone as they headed out into the hall. Once they made it to the bedroom, the mood changed, and Lexie knew the time for joking was over. Connor and Logan stood off to the side, neither man uttering a sound as she lowered to the rug-covered flooring in front of Owen. “Take everything off,” Owen commanded, although he made no move to remove his clothes. Hesitant, she brought a finger to her shirt before pausing to stare at all three men. She would be stripped bare, left vulnerable in the room with them. “You heard him,” Connor said, his voice dripping with arousal. “Let’s see what you look like under those revealing clothes you’ve been teasing us with, baby.” Lexie swallowed a needy cry. Had she really been teasing them? Apparently so. Wasting no time, she lifted the camisole above her head. All thoughts of modesty fled the second she felt those hot gazes on her breasts, which felt fuller than ever.

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“The shorts.” Logan pinned her with a look of pure animalistic lust. Lexie shivered and her nipples tightened. “Remove it. We’ve been waiting a long time to see your cunt.” Heaven help her because she wanted nothing more than to show them her pussy, let them see how wet she was, how much she thrived on their attention. A quick tug and she peeled the shorts from around her ankles, unabashed that they saw she hadn’t been wearing panties. “I knew she wasn’t wearing any drawers,” Owen murmured, making it clear that he’d been mulling it over for a long time. Logan ignored him and pinned her with another intense look that sent fire shooting through her lower belly. “Would you like to show us your cunt, honey?” She nodded. She wanted to do that and more. Have them touch her pussy, lick it, fuck it. Whatever they wanted to do, Lexie was ready and willing. Waited so damn long for this. Easing a few inches away from Owen, Lexie arched her back and parted her knees, flattening her palms to the ground, giving her men a glimpse of what she had to offer. A whisper of cool air glided across her throbbing clitoris. The bud felt so full, tingling with need as her pussy clenched and a fiery heat pooled into her womb with the knowledge of her precarious situation—displaying herself for three larger than life cowboys who could rip her in two with a fierce thrust of their enormous cocks. “Jesus, darlin’,” Owen rasped. He knelt beside her and placed his hand on the inside of her thighs, peering up at his brothers. “Sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen. You guys see how fucking wet she is? It’s on her thighs.” She glanced up to see Connor and Logan, both staring back at her with slackened jaws. When her gaze collided with Connor’s, Lexie stifled a gasp and looked away, terrified, her knees threatening to buckle with pleasure from the predatory hunger she saw in his eyes.

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“Her cunt looks too small,” Connor murmured thickly, shifting his gaze from her. His hand went to the front of his pants, brushing over his erection. Lexie’s eyes fluttered shut for a spell before looking up at them and splaying her thighs wider. She ran a finger along the moist and pulsing slit. “Not too small,” she whimpered. God, she hoped they weren’t going to send her away. A muscle ticked inside Connor’s jaw, and his eyes darkened. “I think it is.” His hand was now stroking over his cock from inside his jeans. “Bet she’ll cry, start bucking us off if we try to fuck her in that tiny cunt.” Oh, God. Lexie squirmed and tilted her hips, desperate for Owen to delve his fingers between her slippery folds. “Owen…” He moved behind her and whispered, “I think my brother has a point. Maybe we were wrong about this, darlin’. I told you we were big. You think your pussy can handle us, Lexie?” He dipped a rough finger into her sex. She threw her head back, crying out in absolute bliss. Owen grinned and gently moved inside her. “So you like that. What about another one?” He pushed another and Lexie felt her body stiffen. It was too much, on the brink of pleasure-pain. Her teeth chattered with each thrust of his fingers pushing against her barrier. “Ugh.” She struggled against him. Owen pressed his lips to her neck. “Hush, darlin’.” His fingers slowed, tenderly stroking within her. “That’s a good girl. You like that, don’t you?” His strong hand closed over a breast, fondling it. “You liked having Logan’s cock in your mouth, too, right?” Lexie nodded and flicked her tongue across her lips. “Yes.” “Then think about how good it’ll feel when I push my cock into your mouth, filling you the way he did.” She moaned and looked over at Logan and Connor. Both men were staring at her, eyes dark with passion and lids lowered.

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Logan raised his head and spoke, the words coming out a low rumble. “Honey, your pussy’s aching for a cock to fuck it.” Owen pinched her nipple then curved his hand around the underside of her breasts. “She’s soaking my fingers. Might even be able to take the three of us tonight.” Lexie mewled and juices sloshed from her cunt. Exhilaration stifled all worries of pain. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” Owen asked, withdrawing. Dazed, she shook her head. “It doesn’t.” But now I need more. Owen nuzzled the side of her face and lifted his hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue on a glistening finger. “You taste delicious. Sweet, just like honey.” She squeezed her eyes shut and bit the inside of her cheek. Owen was doing a number on her body, and by the look he was giving her, the bastard knew it. Laughing softly, Owen rose and moved in front of her. In rapture, Lexie watched as he peeled open his zipper, expelling a ragged groan as his hand dipped inside his briefs, lifting out his prick. “I promised you another taste, didn’t I?” She nodded and leaned forward, wetting her lips. Her entire body quivered at the first glance. Similar to Logan, Owen’s cock was huge. Below the broad, swollen head, which was dark red and glistening with fluid, the shaft was long, incredibly thick, and inviting. Saliva pooled inside her mouth. A sensuous panic emerged at the thought of taking him deep inside her mouth and her pussy. “Is it big enough?” Owen asked, reminding her of their conversation in the barn. “It’s perfect.” She kissed the glistening head, beading with a drop of salty fluid. “Then show me, darlin’. Use that sexy pink tongue and let me know how much you like it.” My pleasure, Kincaid. Lexie licked over the tip and swirled her tongue along the heavy rim then drew the entire cockhead between

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her lips. She glanced upward and locked her gaze with Connor and Logan before pressing forward and taking him past the turn of her throat, her hand gripping the few inches she was unable to take inside. Above her, Owen let out a sharp breath followed by his large hand stroking the top of her head. “Oh, God.” Owen turned to his brothers. “She’s a fucking natural.” He lowered his gaze to hers. “I saw how greedy you were swallowing my brother’s cum. Do you want more, Lexie? You want us to fill your little belly tonight?” Her exposed cunt watered, soaking the insides of her thighs. Lexie jerked her head in answer and kept her mouth locked around his delicious cock, sucking to her heart’s content. “Spread your legs wider.” Logan’s gruff voice sent shock waves through her pussy just as she was savoring a warm drop of pre-cum. She looked up and saw he had opened his pants, sliding his hand up and down his penis. “Do as he says,” Owen grated, flexing his hips and pushing his cock further along her throat passage. She parted her thighs and Logan nodded his approval. “Your cunt is dripping, honey. It’s so pretty.” He squeezed the tip, leaking with fluid. “Feels so good picturing my cock inside you. Fucking and stretching that tiny cunt until we fit.” Logan grunted and pressed his head to the wall, his fist pumping unashamed. Lexie suckled harder on Owen’s cock, wishing more than ever one of them would push her to the floor and fuck her. Her pussy was sopping wet and burning with the need to be filled, stretched as Logan put it. She darted her gaze at Connor who was busy unbuttoning his jeans. When his shaft popped out, she felt her eyes roll toward the back of her head, almost coming right then and there. He was slightly thicker than his brothers, matching them in glorious length that was curved toward his stomach, bright purplish veins running along the underside.

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She could barely think when Owen tugged on her hair and withdrew, then pushed back in only to pull out once more. “Stick out your tongue, darlin’.” Lexie didn’t think twice, the need to obey him, all of them, stood at the forefront of her mind…heart? She wouldn’t think on it now, only the hunger she had for Owen’s cock held firm within his grasp above her tongue. “Giving you what I promised.” Her breath stilled as hot ropes of semen splashed onto her tongue. Swallowing quickly, Lexie opened her mouth, and at Owen’s terse order to suck him deep, she locked her lips around the pulsating cock, drinking every drop of cum that spilled into her mouth.

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Chapter Ten The moment Owen withdrew his cock from her mouth Lexie heard Connor’s voice low and aching with need. “Come here. I think I’ve waited long enough.” Not that she had to go anywhere. Owen stepped aside, and Connor moved in front of her, guiding his penis to her lips. She shifted her head, the wet tip brushing against her cheek from the subtle movement. “I don’t get a turn with you, Lexie?” Connor lifted his brow and pulled his cock from beside her face. Her heart quivered at the flicker of hurt that slashed across his features. She darted out her tongue and licked away a drop of pre-cum that was dripping along the base. Slowly rising, Lexie flattened her palm over his bare chest, kissing his washboard abdomen. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, running her fingers along the fuzzy line of blond hair trailing downward toward his heavy shaft. Lexie hoped he wasn’t serious about what he’d said before, that she wouldn’t be able to take him. He closed his eyes then opened them, pinning her with an intense, heated gaze that made her toes curl. Connor shifted his head to look at his brothers then back at her, caressing her lips with his thumb. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She opened her mouth to answer when Owen’s hand began to stroke the small of her back. “You’re not going to hurt her,” he assured Connor. Owen leaned forward and nipped her earlobe. “He’s not going to hurt you, is he?” He lifted his head. “Connor, touch her pussy. You’ll feel for yourself how wet she gets.”

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Connor slid his fingers between her labia, petting the tender flesh. Lexie moaned and tilted her head back on Owen’s shoulders, undulating her hips into Connor’s magnificent hand. “Ah, Lexie. This is what you’ve been holding back from us, baby?” He stroked the back of his fingers over her sex. “I can fuck you hard then ride your sweet little body until you come all over my dick.” “Please!” Logan stood beside her, kneeling down and fondling a sensitive breast. “You’re turning out to be quite the little slut, Alexa. Exactly as I suspected. If you were this needy for a cock pumping into you, why didn’t you spread those pretty legs for us much sooner?” “W–wasn’t ready to do it. Needed to make sure this would work.” “And now?” “Now, Alexa Grey is going to a very busy girl taking care of her men.” She weaved her fingers into his hair, biting back a groan as Logan lowered his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Connor withdrew his fingers and cupped her chin. “You can start by getting used to the feel of my cock pounding into your warm pussy.” He kissed the tantalizing spot between her neck and earlobe. “We’re going to spend a lot of time fucking you.” Her legs trembled and her cunt tightened. Logan and Owen stepped away from her as Connor pointed a finger directing her to the bed. The heat in her belly intensified at his silent command. A shiver went down her spine. If she wasn’t careful, these men would be able to control her with a single look. Lying on the bed, she bent her knees and splayed her thighs. At the foot of the bed, Connor stood with his cock jutting out from the opening in his jeans. Eyes darkened with lust held hers. Lexie bit back a cry when he took a hold of her legs, pushing them wider apart and kneeling between them.

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“I hope you remember she’s a virgin, Connor. Leave something for the rest of us,” Owen murmured as Connor pressed his weight forward, mounting her. Snarling, Connor paid no attention to his brother. He rubbed the tip of his penis over her engorged clitoris and whispered into her ear, “You want this inside you, don’t you?” Lexie nodded, wriggling her hips below him. With a jerk of his hips, he pushed deeper. “I still think your cunt is too small for me, but you know what, baby?” “Wh–what?” She thrashed her head and rolled her hips. She wanted more. All of him. “I like it.” He pulled back and shoved the entire length to the hilt. Eyes widened, Lexie screamed, bucking her hips to push him off. Too big. “Shhh” he murmured, brushing his lips to her cheek. “Lexie, I’m inside you, baby. All of it.” Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but Connor was being so sweet. Cooing to her and dotting tender kisses along her face. Her pussy throbbed in pain and something else, a dizzying sensation building within her. Connor moved his hand between them, stroking his balls. “You feel that? That’s how deep I am inside you.” Oh God, Lexie arched her back and moaned. She could feel him up to her belly. She cried out his name, watching as his head snapped up, turning to look at his brothers. Logan and Owen were taking in the scene before them, eyes hazy with arousal, and she could actually see the harsh rise and fall of their chests each time Connor pushed into her, jostling her frame. Jaws hardened, his hand tightened around her waist. “Tell them how much you like having my cock inside your pussy. Tell them who’s making you feel good.” “You are,” she keened. Connor pistoned his cock into her over and over, driving her into the mattress with each savage thrust. “Louder,” he growled.

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Through lowered eyelids, Lexie peered over his shoulder, locking her gaze with both men. “Connor,” she cried. Her eyes misted and her body reeled from yet another forceful thrust. “Connor who’s fucking me so good.” Her words must have set off something inside of him. Connor went insane, pummeling her cunt and battering at the walls of her cervix. Lexie moaned and quivered underneath him, a tight coil of pleasure bursting from her depths. She clutched his shoulders and whimpered, awed at the orgasm that he’d wrung from her. “Lexie,” he whispered softly, leaning forward to nuzzle her face, his movement becoming jerky. “I’m coming inside you, baby. Can’t you feel it?” His jaws slackened as he looked to the ceiling then down at her. His eyes were glossy and a sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead. “Can you feel how much cum I’m giving you.” God, did she feel it. “I feel it.” She brought her hand to his face, pushing away the damp locks of hair. “Hot and thick. Connor, it feels so good.” When the last splash of semen erupted from his cock, Lexie felt his warm kisses on the swell of her breasts. Then all too soon, his weight lifted from between her thighs. Connor rolled to the side then sat up on the edge of the bed. Wishing to join him, she attempted to bring her legs together. She winced at the discomfort. Connor looked over at her and paled. “You’re bleeding.” She glanced between her legs. Blood-tinged semen trickled down her inner thighs. No wonder that delicious sensation of being filled by Connor was now replaced by soreness and not surprisingly a dull ache that felt like desire to have him again. Or Logan or Owen. Lexie watched as Logan pushed open the door to the adjoining bathroom, disappearing inside as Owen came to sit by her. “Is it bad?”

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Lexie resisted the urge to laugh despite her discomfort. “Relax. You all are acting like I’m bleeding to death or something. It’s no big deal.” Owen raised his eyebrows, and Lexie took a deep breath. “I’m fine, Owen. I swear. I’m sure this happens to girls every day. A bit of bleeding. Having sex for the first time with three gorgeous brothers. I can handle this.” “You have the most inappropriate sense of humor,” Logan remarked, heading toward her, damp washcloth in hand. He knelt in front of her and pressed the wet cloth to her inner thigh. “I should be doing that,” Connor muttered. “I’m the one who did that to her.” Rolling his eyes, Logan continued upward, gently dabbing the rag on her tender flesh. “And I’m the one who’s cleaning her up.” Lexie shook her head. “Really, you guys, it’s not that bad.” God, just enjoy the attention and stop whining. On a second thought, she sighed and leaned her head against Owen’s shoulder, fingers entwined with Connor’s. “That feels wonderful, Logan. Thank you.” How many men would do what Logan was doing right now—cleaning up her slippery mess from making love with his brother? None. And it was all because he cared about her. Luckiest girl in Wyoming. After Logan finished, she saw him grudgingly eye Connor then sigh. “You should get some rest, honey.” They were leaving? “You’re not going to…?” Logan shook his head. “Not tonight.” She looked over at Owen who was nodding in agreement. “Logan’s right, darlin’. Much as it pains me to admit it, you’re probably too sore to take all three of us tonight.” Just like that, she was going to have to spend another night alone. Was that how it would always be? She was about to ask the question when Owen rose and issued Connor a pointed stare. “First time ever being jealous of my own brother.”

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Bewildered, she listened as Logan answered. “It’s only fair that you and Connor spend the night together. Tomorrow, it’ll be me or Owen.” So that was their game. “Will you pull straw then, or do I get to choose who I sleep with each night?” “The decision will be ours, although we’ll always take into consideration your feelings on the matter.” She whipped her head to Connor. “Did you all agree to this beforehand, before I even came here?” “We did.” His tone was hard, uncompromising like Logan’s. Lexie stared at Owen now. “Really? I don’t get to decide who I spend the night with?” “Calm down. There’s no other way to do it. We’ll trade off time with you since most nights you won’t be fucking just one of us, but all three.” She slapped a hand to her head. “You guys are insane. I swear to God, you guys have to be crazy.” “I believe we told you this from the beginning.” “I know,” she whispered, “but damn I never expected it would be so…” She struggled to find the right word. Logan glowered. “You mean you assumed we’d end up letting you have your own way?” She pursed her lips. “Maybe. My way could be good, too. Why can’t the three of us sleep together?” An awkward silence filled the room until Owen dropped a kiss on the top of her head and smiled. “You think about that one for a while.” “What did I say?” she asked innocently. Connor stroked her hand. “You were joking, weren’t you?” “No, I wasn’t.” She gawked at them both. “It’s a king-size bed. It’s big enough. I don’t see a problem. Do you?”

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“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?”

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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.”

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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?”

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“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.”

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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 jampacked 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 hips 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?”

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“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.”

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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

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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.”

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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.”

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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 harder. 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

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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. “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.

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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.

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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?

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“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

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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.

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“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?”

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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

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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.

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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…”

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“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

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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

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house, and pretend you and your brothers never showed up on my doorstep.” Owen thumbed her chin. “Pretend we hadn’t touched you, that none of us knew how sweet it feels to be buried deep inside your snug heat? You want to pretend we hadn’t left a part of us inside you? Is that what you meant?” She jerked her head, unable to say more because of the lump in her throat. There were no words. “But you can’t, can you, Lexie? You know this is more than sex for us, too, and yeah, I am speaking for my brothers again. I’m going to admit this to you. I’ve wanted women that I’ve seen each of my brothers going out with before, but not like you. I may have thought some of them were attractive, but I knew they were off-limits, and the thought of sharing a woman with either of them never crossed my mind before. If it did, I would have expected a fist in the jaw. None of us ever expected this to happen—falling for the same woman, but it did, and all you need to know is that there are three men who would do anything for you and live to make you happy. This includes spending the rest of their lives all living in one house. You’re a Kincaid, and from now on, we’re going to make sure everyone knows it, starting with you. Are we clear?” She gulped. “Crystal.” “Glad we got that over with.” Owen pulled her from the bed. “I suppose you thought only Logan and Connor could do the serious speeches, huh?” They headed into the bathroom. “You surprised me,” she admitted, watching him turn the knob for the showerhead. He chuckled. “Good, if I want to compete with my brothers for your attention, I’m going to have to keep you guessing sometimes.” “There’s no competition. You’re my man. You’ll always have my attention whenever you need it and even if you don’t.” Owen grinned, his eyes flashing intensely. “I can deal with that.”

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Chapter Fourteen Logan fought to keep from wrapping his hands around the sheriff’s neck. It wasn’t the man’s fault Frank Warren provided bail for his son first thing in the morning. “What about his friend?” “He’ll be here for a while. Turns out he’s got a couple warrants on him in Big Horn County.” “I assume Warren has been relieved of his duties?” Logan asked, feeling Lexie tense beside him. “Done. Someone is clearing out his office right now.” Arms folded, Lexie snorted. “Well, it’s about freaking time. I don’t know what you were smoking when you hired that whackjob.” Harper’s face turned beet-red. “Young lady, he was the finest candidate, and with the trouble you’ve been in yourself, I don’t think that attitude is going to get you any sympathy.” Logan glared at her out of the corner of his eyes. “There’s no need to get defensive, Ron. You and I know the truth,” Logan stated, knowing the jab would fly over the man’s head. The only thing Harper had been high on was the scent of money. The position of deputy had been bought and paid for by Frank for his only son. “What about my factory? How much progress are you making with that? Did you even try to pick apart the video surveillance footage?” Logan knew he had to play his part, pretending to believe the sheriff’s blustering and reasons for not finding the culprits “Indistinguishable, Logan. It was too dark, and the image was too shady to see who started that fire.”

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“Of course it was.” Logan hissed. “In fact, maybe there was no fire, maybe I imagined the entire episode and the lives of over a hundred workers weren’t at stake.” The sheriff held up his hand. “Now, wait a minute. I’m doing my best here to solve this crime, but I can’t go accusing just anyone.” “Hah,” Lexie cried, bounding out of her chair. “I knew it. You’re afraid of Frank Warren. Isn’t that right? Must be quite a dilemma you have here. Piss off the richest man in Oak Creek or the second richest man. Poor Sheriff Harper.” She sat back down, tsking and shaking her head. Logan clenched his teeth as Harper’s gaze slid over Lexie. “I see money hasn’t hurt you, Miss Grey. You benefitted from having one of the ‘richest man’ in town bail you out of jail after your little assault on Miss Wright. It can’t be all that bad, can it?” She spun on him, mouth open ready to ask questions. Narrowing his eyes, Logan issued a silent warning. “We’ll discuss this outside.” He pushed out of his chair to see the sheriff flipping through a file as if he had actual work to do. “I’ll contact you if I get any information.” “Do that. I expect to be kept up to date with the progress of the assault charge Warren is facing against Alexa.” As soon as they stepped outside, Logan turned to her. “Why are you upset?” Logan asked calmly. “It can’t possibly be because we didn’t allow you to remain inside that disgusting jail cell.” “I thought Harper knew what his deputy tried to do and was letting me go to keep quiet. He wouldn’t tell me who paid the bail so I assumed he was lying.” She looked down at her feet and shrugged. “I thought I was supposed to keep my mouth shut.” His chest hurt to see her look defeated. How hard it must be to keep up that joking facade all the time? Another moment passed before he answered. “Owen was the one who found out what happened to you. He called us right away, and we took care of it. I only wished we could have gotten you out sooner.

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Then I wouldn’t have to think about how terrified you must have been with that pervert skulking after you.” She bit her lips. “He’s going to hate me for this. I just know he’s going to come after me. He’s not going to let it slide, especially now that he’s been fired and I’m pressing charges.” “We’re not going to let him hurt you. Or anyone else for that matter.” She gave him a lopsided grin. “This is the part where I’m supposed to say I can handle this on my own and I don’t need your help?” “Is it? I hope you have more sense than that.” She laughed. “I do. I’m sure you’ve already noticed I’m not above taking money from any of you.” She touched her chin. “And by the way, I treated myself to an extremely nice lunch on Wednesday. I don’t mind the money and sex, and it seems we can add protection to the list. Aren’t you happy I’m your girl, Logan?” She wrinkled her nose, lips wide, beaming at him. He couldn’t bring himself to joke, not with that damn bruise on her face reminding him what could have happened. Logan touched his lips to her cheek. “I’ll be happy when I don’t have to worry about you all the time. One of these days you’re going to have to stop getting into these scrapes.” She rolled her eyes. “Scrapes, Logan? Now I feel like a mangy alley cat.” “How about an adorable mangy alley cat?” “I’m still not liking that. Anyway…” She pointed to the blackbluish mark. “I know this isn’t helping my cause.” She was worried about her looks. It had to explain the garish eye shadow she was wearing. To distract from the rest of her face? It looked a bit ridiculous. However, if it made her feel better, who was he to say anything? “How about the only kitty in the neighborhood I’d want to bring home?”

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She pursed her lips. “Depends. Would you give me a big bowl of cream?” Logan swallowed. God yes! So much you’ll lap it up and beg for me. Clearing his throat, Logan took his mind out of the gutter and pretended to think. “On second thought, I don’t think my bratty girlfriend would want to share my attention.” His eyes darkened. “Would she?” “She wouldn’t,” Lexie said thickly. Her eyes softened to his. “This girlfriend sounds very demanding, doesn’t she?” “Very. You wouldn’t believe the things she likes to have done to her.” Her eyes glinted. “It’s that bad with her?” Logan nodded. “It is. Her habits are the worst. Encouraging grown men to dine together in the mornings. Incessant humming when I demand the silence I’m accustomed to. Forcing herself into my thoughts at all times of the day.” She whistled low. “Sounds like a real b-i-t-c-h you’ve got on your hands, Kincaid. Should toss her to the curb.” Logan held back a smile. “I could do that. Problem is, if I don’t have her, who’s going to do all those things I complained about?” Her dark eyes softened as she took his hand, making their way to the car. Once inside and behind the wheel, Logan checked the time. Almost four. He still had a bunch of figures to sort through. Fall was around the corner, and like every other year, there was never enough time to get things ready for the cattle sale. He glanced over at her. She didn’t seem to mind working with him. Maybe she’d even be happy to continue working alongside him instead of the clothing store she wasn’t too keen on. If this morning was anything to go by, it might be in both of their best interest to use her as an assistant. “This isn’t half bad,” she’d said. “Paper pushing and pretending to be a math whiz with this decked out calculator.” She smiled at him

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then. “Plus, I get to see how far you can draw your eyebrows together every time your brain is firing off. It’s kinda sexy, Kincaid.” Minutes later she was under the desk, teasing his cock with her warm tongue. With the floor scattered with documents, Logan stroked her head and felt the semen roll up his shaft into her awaiting mouth. She’d tucked his penis into his pants, going back to her work on the opposite side of the room, chattering and humming as if nothing illicit had occurred so early in the workday. Outside his window, Logan had glimpsed Owen and Connor riding over the valley, clueless to their activity. “You’re fantasizing about spreadsheets again, aren’t you?” she asked, breaking into his thoughts. “What?” “You’re in a hurry to get back to your office. Don’t deny it. As soon as we get home you’re going to hand me over to Owen and Connor until it’s time for ‘see how fast we can get Lexie to strip butt naked for us.’” He had been working into the nights. Surely it wasn’t as bad as she made it out to be. It’s Saturday, Logan, and you’re clueless as a doorknob. Jesus, he had been planning to return to work. Brows furrowed, Logan wondered if they minded the hours he spent away. Did Connor and Owen wish to spend more time with him, too? He assumed they never cared, maybe even took comfort in his absence. Demanding older brother. “You spent this morning with me in the office. Wouldn’t you rather spend the rest of the day with my brothers? Honest question. “Yes and no. I’m with you right now, that has to say something. I’m in the mood for some Logan and me time. Plus, Owen and I stayed up late last night learning way too much about each other.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. What did his brothers know about her that he didn’t? He had to show her that he could be laid-back like them. Logan grimaced. What the hell was he thinking? She was going to see right through him and regret her request to hang out with him.

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Here goes nothing. At the next signal, Logan made a U-turn, and then a few miles down the road veered off into a crowded parking lot. “Are you serious?” “It’s the county fair, isn’t it? Don’t you like that stuff? Walking around talking, eating sugary treats.” “Yes…but. This place must be the equivalent to the seedy pits of hell for you.” She stared at him in fascination and wonderment. “You’d torture yourself for me?” “God almighty. If anyone’s being tortured, it’s you.” He rubbed a hand over his brows. Might as well warn her. “Look, honey. I’m not like my brothers. I can’t tell jokes, funny or perversion-wise, like Owen, and I envy Connor for his take it or leave it stance. I’m just me, Logan, workaholic who’s terrified his girlfriend is going to place his brothers above him and throw rocks at him for not showing her a good time at a crummy county fair.” “I don’t need another Owen or Connor. I need you as you are— calling me Alexa in that rich, sexy voice, making my insides turn to jelly in a way that no one else can…” She wet her lips. “Well, with just one word I mean. No need to lie. Please don’t go changing on me, Logan.” “I don’t think I could in any case.” Although I would have tried if you wanted me to. The fair was exactly as he’d imagined from the sight of the rickety Ferris wheel that looked as if it should have been retired half a century ago. Logan wondered when the news reports would start coming about hundreds injured from the death trap. Logan watched her from the corner of his eyes. Dear God, she was staring at the ride as if she intended to go on it. “No way, no how.” “Scared of heights?” Logan snorted. “Hardly. I’m thinking with something called common sense.”

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She gazed at him quizzically and had the audacity to grin. “Ten bucks you’ve never been on one.” Heat rose up his neck. “You’re not catching me on that thing and that’s final.” Was he that transparent? “All right then, but you owe me ten dollars when we get home.” She started toward the damn Ferris wheel. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, following beside her when he should be snatching her in the opposite direction. “Are you deaf? I just told you this thing is—” “Relax, Logan, you can mourn me in the morning. In the eulogy you can mention that I spent my final days in the company of the three hottest men in Wyoming doing sexual acts I never imagined my body capable of, oh, and that I spent the rest of time wishing a certain former deputy and his father would be eaten by a rabid pack of coyotes.” “Don’t joke with me about dying. I’m not even halfway recovered from what happened to you last night.” They reached the ticket booth. She dug her fingers into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a wad of cash, bills falling to the ground. “What is this?” Logan hissed, watching her pick the money from the ground. She got up, shrugged, and moved forward in the line. “Owen showed me where you guys keep spare cash. I took some, and then Connor came and insisted I take as much as needed, so I did. You don’t have to worry. I still have the card you gave me to use. I haven’t lost it.” Logan released a loud breath. “Honey, it’s not safe to walk around with that much money. On Monday we’ll add your name to our personal bank account.” “Does that mean you think I’ll survive the ride?” Baffled, Logan watched her push a few dollars to the vendor. He was going to have to do it. What other choice did he have? “One ticket,” she said, turning to await his answer.

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Fuck me. “Make that two.” Her eyes widened and her jaws slackened. “But…” “Pay the man.” She plucked out some more money, quickly handing it over. “Why’d you change your mind?” Logan swallowed. “Because I told you I’d protect you and that includes outdated carnie Ferris wheels, too.”

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Chapter Fifteen “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lexie asked, hiding back a grin. Logan sighed, hands tightening on the steering wheel. “We were stuck in the air for an hour. I’m not sure what your idea—” He stopped midsentence, and Lexie waited for him to reiterate his I-toldyou-so. A slow smile swept across his hard features, making him appear softer, the type of person anyone would want to approach. “It was fun. We did have an amazing view over the prairie, didn’t we?” “We did. And don’t forget, you got to watch me lick the ice cream cone afterward.” She lifted her eyebrows. “That was fun, too…” Logan coughed. When he spoke, his voice went throaty. “Are you looking forward to spending the night with me?” Yes, a hundred times over. “I am. You excited about sleeping with me?” He gave her one of those penetrating stares that sent her toes curling. “I’ve been waiting for this since I realized the reason why I was no longer went by the Wyoming Cattle Association after you stopped working there.” “I thought you were obsessed with knowing everything that was going on in the industry. But I assumed that’s what kept you Kincaids above the rest of ranchers around here.” “That’s just hard work and luck. I went there the day after you left and felt like kicking myself for not talking to you before.” What was wrong with these men and their fear of talking to her? “It’s a small town, Logan. You guys knew about me. Single black girl who lives alone near the abandoned mill. Father occasionally passes through town to indulge in a few drinks and gamble away her

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belongings.” Lexie lifted her hand. “Not really seeing the attraction here Logan, much less for me to hit the jackpot three times. I’d love to know what it is about me that had you boys on fire.” Logan looked over at her and chuckled. “It’s everything about you. Do you remember what you said to me when I stopped at the front desk that day?” She gulped. How could she forget? It was a wonder she hadn’t been fired on her first day of temping. “I told you, you were more handsome up close than I thought, but there’s no way you could be as rich as everyone thinks.” Lexie coughed before adding, “That, ah, wasn’t one of my brightest moments.” “No, it wasn’t. You could have said anything to me, and I would have eaten it up. I was intrigued. I wanted to hear what else that tiny little female with the lovely dark skin had to say. “I also asked you how you got anything done on your ranch if you kept coming by so often,” she whispered. “I did get behind on my work. Seeing you was more important to me. It still is, always should be.” He reached over, twining his fingers to hers. “I’m sorry.” “It’s all right, Logan. No damage done. I’m sorry for adding my mess with Sam Warren into your problems. Kind of dumb, though, that he and his father might get away with arson.” “They won’t. Unfortunately, the sheriff is right. I don’t think we’ll be able to get them based on that video alone. We have another one being analyzed independently, and we’re hoping that should be enough to nail them both. From the looks of it, the third person is currently sitting in the county jail.” 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,

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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

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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

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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.”

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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.”

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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.

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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 were 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?”

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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.”

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“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.

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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 precum. “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.”

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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.

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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-

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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 Lword 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.”

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“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.”

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“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 greatgrandmother.” 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

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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.” Despite the pain in her heart, she laughed and shoved him. “It’s not freakish. I think it’s cute, looks like a little puddle.” “All right, but forget about Connor. Is it getting through your head what I’m telling you?” “Maybe.” He held out the box for her to put the necklace in. “It had better sink in. You recall my warning about tanning that hide of yours? It’s still in effect.” She placed the necklace inside and rose. “You’re out of your mind. The day your hand comes down on my ass is the day all hell breaks loose in this house.” “Well, hell, Lexie. Now you’ve got me all hard thinking about the fight you’re gonna put up. I’ll have to fuck you good to make up for the stings, won’t I?” She rolled her eyes and walked to the door. “Not going to happen. Keep on dreaming.” “Oh, because you’re going to listen to me?” His lips curved into a lopsided grin. “Nope. Your brothers would never allow you to lay a hand on me.” Owen burst out laughing. “You really think they could stop me from doing whatever it is I want to do with you?” No. She’d received the same reaction from Logan and Connor when she suggested to each of them that the other brother would have her back. “I take it you boys have been keeping up with your weekly ‘how to handle Alexa’ meetings?”

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“Why else do you think we let you sleep until noon on Saturdays? These meeting take a long time to get over with.” “Whatever. I don’t sleep that long,” she muttered. “And if I do, it’s because you guys think Friday nights are a free for all with my body. A girl can get worn out.” Owen ushered her out the door. “You can learn to play pool with us to help you relax then. I think it’s high time I teach you how to beat those two at the game. Connor’s probably down there feeling smug ’cause he beat Logan. Know why that is? Lexie shook her head, and he continued, “Because I taught him. I tried to give Logan some pointers, but he didn’t want to hear what I had to say. It’s cool though. You and I can team up against them. Are you in?” “Can we gloat afterward and make them cook dinner?” Owen pushed open the door the basement stairs. “Consider it a requirement.”

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Chapter Eighteen “Logan?” “I thought you’d fallen asleep,” he grumbled, rubbing a finger over her nipples. “I haven’t. You’ve been pulling on my nipples. I can barely think.” “Then stop trying and go to sleep.” “I can’t. I’ve been thinking about some stuff.” “This doesn’t have anything to do with you and Owen beating me at pool, does it?” She turned to him, and her tiny hand wrapped around his waist. “Have you ever thought of getting married?” Logan froze, her question catching him out of nowhere. Sure he’d imagined himself settled down by now. But he’d never met anyone he wanted to do that with, except for her. “I haven’t.” Lexie propped her elbow on the pillow. “I find that hard to believe.” “What’s hard to believe? It’s never crossed my mind,” he lied. None of them had ever intended to fall in love with the same woman. So what if he would have liked to marry her? He didn’t doubt that Connor or Owen wanted the same. Legally…it was out of the question. “I just think it’s strange you head up this humungous ranch, not to mention the factory, and you don’t want a wife to share it with.” “I have you and my brothers. That’s enough. Also, you can’t forget we all have equal stake in everything.”

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Did she want to get married? Or maybe she was worried about her future, thinking if they left her she would have nothing. Logan turned to her. “Are you worried that we’ll leave you high and dry one day?” She crossed her hands behind her head. “As much as I love your money,” she added in a dry voice, “it’s not about that. It doesn’t matter, Logan. You’ve already answered my question.” Logan frowned into the dark. Why did he have the sinking feeling he had no idea what her question was? “Honey, do you want to tell me what this is about?” She nuzzled his neck. “Nothing to tell, Kincaid. Let’s go to sleep.” Logan smiled and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of the orange soap they’d used to shower. “Now I know you’re lying because you’re using the last name.” “Even if I am, you’re not dragging it out of me.” “We’ll talk about this tomorrow. You know I dislike secrets, and I’m positive you don’t know how to keep one.” She grazed her teeth against his chest. “Are you trying to say I talk too much?” “I’m trying to say whatever is going on in that head of yours we’ll get it sorted out. I’m not sure what it’s going to take for you to stop questioning our commitment to you.” “I already told you I’m not inching for marriage—” “I’m aware of what you said. To tell you the truth, if you did want marriage, I’d be scared out of my mind which one of us you would choose. I don’t think any one of us wants to be put through that.” “I know.” Her voice came quietly in the dark. “I could never do that to any of you. I wouldn’t even know how to choose.” “Because you love all of us the same?” Logan ventured. “I thought we were discussing this in the morning?” “In the morning it is, just don’t believe I’ll forget about it.” ****

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Lexie untangled her legs from Logan’s solid thighs, creeping off the bed while making sure his eyes remained shut and his breathing deep. Fast asleep. Lexie hurried into her clothes, closing the drawer louder than necessary. She glanced backward. Logan was still sleeping. Her heart fell. Now she had to go through with her plan to leave. Lexie headed down the hallway. She never should have left her mother’s necklace inside the safe. She couldn’t leave without at least checking to see if someone had gone back into the room and left it open. Of course, the chance of that was slim to none. Exactly like the chance of them understanding that this wasn’t going to work out between the four of them. Her mother’s cancer had come up on them out of nowhere, crumbling the strength in her father. At least in this situation she saw the warning signs and could avoid the same thing happening to her. Falling into the same mess as her father. And yet, she held on to the hope that at least one of them would wake up and prevent her from stepping out of their lives. Resigned, Lexie snuck inside the room, heading straight for the closet. Time to bullshit my way to a combination. If she didn’t try to get the necklace back, later on when she came begging for it, they’d probably tell her to get the hell off their property. She eased open the closet. No surprise the safe was sealed shut. “Combined birthdates it is,” she whispered aloud, pressing in the digits. One-six— “Guess I should have had you close your eyes after all.” Owen A glimmer of joy spread throughout her chest. Lexie whipped her head to the side. Connor was there, too, standing by the doorway. Her stomach dropped at the identical looks of disappointment and undisguised anger on their faces.

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Easing her finger off the touchpad, Lexie forced a playful smile to her lips, “Morning, boys—” “Cut the bullshit.” Connor swept past her into the room, checking out the safe. Jesus, out of all the brothers, Connor’s temper was the one she feared the most because he rarely got worked up like Logan and Owen. “What’s wrong with you? I just wanted to get my necklace back, that’s all.” “After a couple hours?” Owen lifted his eyebrows. “What’s your excuse this time?” Lexie cringed at the sarcasm in the endearment. Was she still his darlin’? “You think I was trying to steal from you?” She looked between them, forcing the lump past her throat and feeling proud for keeping her voice calm. Before either of them could answer, Lexie heard a clearing of throat. Logan. “What’s going on?” Eyes narrowed, he asked, “Why are you dressed, and why did I wake up without you on the bed.” Owen snorted. “Caught her trying to open the safe.” “Are you guys fucking kidding me? All I want is my necklace so I can leave.” “Leave?” he sneered. “You snuck out of bed so you could creep away before you thought anyone was awake?” “Don’t forget attempting to steal a few precious jewels while you’re at it.” Logan waved a hand. “I don’t care about the damn safe. You lied to me. To us.” “And you lied to me,” she lashed out. “Owen showed me the ring you keep inside the safe.” Behind her she heard Owen groan but ignored him.

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“I asked you last night, and you told me it never crossed your mind. What do you all expect me to do, lay around waiting for my replacements to show up?” “Come over here, Alexa.” She frowned. It felt strange to hear anyone but Logan calling her by her proper name. “I’m a little busy here.” She gave a quick glance in Owen’s direction. “That’s not my problem, darlin’. I said come over here, and don’t let me have to tell you again.” She gaped at him, as did Connor and Logan. “She knows what this is about,” Owen said with a deadly calmness. Her eyes widened when he plunked himself down in a chair at the end of the room. No way in hell was he serious. “Get your ass over here now.” Her eyes bulged in disbelief. “You’re going to spank me?” “I promised this would happen if you disobeyed me.” Lexie searched wildly about the room, incredulous at the look of complacency on the faces of Connor and Logan. “This is ridiculous. I’m getting out of here.” “Five seconds,” he warned. “You have five seconds to get rid of those jeans, or I’m ripping them off.” “Connor?” He shook his head. “This is a long time coming, baby. I’m with Owen on this.” “Logan…” “Do as Owen says.” Her spine tingled. Owen was going to spank her as he’d promised weeks ago. Her cunt moistened, and a wave of shame mingled with heat rushed into her. She wanted it. She wanted to feel Owen’s hand bearing down on her flesh. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons finally managing to peel the material past her legs. “Take off your panties,” Connor instructed huskily.

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Oh God, so he, too, wanted to see her punished. Lexie bit her lips. “I was just trying to do what’s best for—” “No excuses. I don’t want to hear it,” Owen grated. “Lay across my lap.” Nude from the waist down, she stepped in front of him. His hands reached out, closing around hers and pulling her down onto his lap. Her naked bottom facing the ceiling and his awaiting hand. Thwack! Startled, Lexie flinched at the first sting of his hand landing on her bottom. “Oww.” Another slap. Thwack. She squirmed on his lap, her pussy aching with need. “Owen…” she cried, unsure if she was begging him to stop or continue. 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—”

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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.”

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“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

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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

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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 rising. 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.”

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“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.”

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“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.”

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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.

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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

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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. 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.

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“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 twentysomething 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. “What’s next?” Lexie asked as they hopped into elevator.

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“Room service, fuck you senseless, sleep, airport tomorrow morning.” Lexie nudged Owen in the ribs. “Be glad I love that dirty mouth.” Logan drew her to him. “Ignore Owen. What would you like to do?” “Honestly?” Connor slid the card into the door. “Honestly, baby. You know we spoil you anyway, why else are we flying all the way to Maui?” “Because the three of you wanted to do the ceremony there as much as I did.” She grinned at them. Logan lifted his brow. “Lexie, just tell us what you want.” “I just want to lay back, relax, and think about how lucky I am to have not one but three men who complete me heart, body and soul.” Owen laughed. “I’m disappointed, darlin’. I was looking forward to our Friday night free-for-all in Cheyenne.” “Well, now you have the honeymoon night free-for-all to look forward to, all three of you.” She smiled at them, hoping the love she felt would always come pouring out in everything she did and said to them. Agreeing to spend the week on Circle-K had been nothing compared to the gamble she had taken by opening her heart to these men. And what a worthy gamble it was. Not for anything in the world would she change the outcome, falling in love and being loved by the three strongest, most passionate men in all of Wyoming.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Delilah Hunt resides in Mettmann, Germany, where the first caveman was discovered. Originally from the Caribbean and raised in Florida, Delilah Hunt misses nothing more than the warm tropical breezes and long days of southern sunshine. When not spending her time avoiding the bristling cold, she can be found daydreaming of sexy cowboys and alphas who want nothing more than to devote their lives to pleasing the heroine, or tapping away at the keyboard amid a chaos of toys from her two sons. Still in disbelief that she is able to live out her dream of being a published author, Delilah hopes to bring her readers more and more interracial stories, where love and passion are the only things that matter. Happy reading to all.

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