Hunt, Delilah - Wyoming Triple Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Delilah Hunt Page A
Authors: Delilah Hunt
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that.”
“What do you know? You have nothing to compare us to.”
Another shrug. “I’ve seen pictures.”
“Porn?”
“Google.”
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 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.
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 allow her to win for the sake of being a gentleman. Wrong. And
“What do you know? You have nothing to compare us to.”
Another shrug. “I’ve seen pictures.”
“Porn?”
“Google.”
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 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.
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 allow her to win for the sake of being a gentleman. Wrong. And
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