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

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—”
    “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 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