Her Arizona Cowboy Brothers [Sexual Meltdown 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Sabrina Sinclair

  Briefly, she thought of taking her trusty vibrator from the top drawer of the bedside table, but reasoned that artificial stimulation would not be required on this occasion.

  She lay on the bed, her feet resting on the floor. This was going to be mighty. She slipped two fingers under her bottom and pushed them deep into her wet pussy. The index finger of her other hand freed her clit from its delicate hood and gently teased it with slow, circular movements.

  She closed her eyes and started to drift away into fantasy.

  Kyle was there, she knew he would be. She could smell his masculine scent. She could feel his stubble, as his cheek caressed hers. His velvety voice telling her how much he loved her, needed her.

  She could feel his weight and pressure, and when he slipped his huge cock deep inside her pussy in one smooth movement, it felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs. She opened her eyes and stared directly into his. The purest, most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

  He spoke then. “This is not a dream, honey. This is really happening.” The lines between fantasy and reality had started to blur. Jake and Ben were there, too, their eyes on her, their hands pumping their big dicks.

  Ben was smiling that Ben smile, the one that filled her heart with happiness and desire. She needed him, too, and Jake. Beautiful, blond Jake, with those sexy green eyes that just consumed her with lust and desire.

  Her breathing was out of control now. Her heart beat faster than she thought possible. Sweat pooled at her stomach, where Kyle’s weight rested against her. “Nearly there, honey.” His muscles bunched and flexed as if to emphasize the point.

  Jake spoke then. “We’ll all finish together, Lizzie.” He pumped his cock ever more urgently.

  She could feel it coming from a long way off. Like an unstoppable express train getting closer and closer. Her stomach muscles tightened as the rush continued unabated.

  “Oh, God.” Kyle was deeper than ever now. Ben and Jake pumped their cocks so fast their hands became a blur. She looked into Kyle’s very soul as her orgasm crashed through. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she screamed as she felt him spurt deep inside her. Semen exploded across her breasts and face as Ben and Jake simultaneously released their desire for her. She had become them, and they had become part of her.

  Bathed in sweat, she had never experienced such an intense climax. In fact, nothing had ever come remotely close. Realization dawned, she wanted all three of them.

  Her breathing had started to return to normal, when all of a sudden, two huge thuds shook the pictures on the wall above her bed. Her eyes flew wide open.

  An angry male voice shouted, “Shut the fuck up, lady. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

  * * * *

  Jake had something on his mind and decided to share it with Kyle. “You know Lizzie is coming here on Tuesday, bro? Well, she ain’t leaving again.”

  “What are you driving at, Jake?”

  “Well, she was only here for eight hours last time, and you…” He pulled a hand through his hair, trying not to blame his brother. “I mean, we, could barely keep the fucking illusion together. We got no chance of keeping it running day in day out.”

  “Meaning?”

  “She’ll fuck off back to California.” He shook his head. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Sybar women are about as rare as rocking-horse shit. Almost non-existent, in fact. Especially ones with a face and tits like Lizzie.”

  “She ain’t gonna leave.” Kyle slammed his fist on the table. “Ever. You get that, Jake?”

  “Sure thing, bro, but how are we going to stop it happening? I reckon she’s really into us, but she ain’t stupid. As soon as her gleaming palace turns into this shit hole, she’ll be back on that Greyhound, and ain’t nothing gonna stop her.”

  Kyle ran his hands across the stubble on his chin. “I know. When this legacy comes through, we’ll be home and dry. Up until then, you and I will have to work it together. You see, I’ve been doing some thinking. Your powers reach their full strength in less than a month, and Ben’s are getting stronger with each passing day. I was really fucked last week because I had the complete illusion running the whole time she was here.”

  Jake scratched his head in confusion. “Just what the fuck are you talking about, Kyle?”

  “Simple. When she’s inside the ranch, I can switch off the rest of the illusion. The cars, the horses, just like turning a light off in one room, but leaving it switched on in another.”

  Jake slapped his brother’s back in congratulations. “You can do that, bro? You really are one clever fucker. I ain’t got that sort of fine control just yet.”

  Kyle smiled. “Yeah, and you know, of course, the more we fuck her, the stronger our powers become. It’s just lucky that Sybar women have an insatiable appetite for sex.”

  “Yeah, I know. I’m really looking forward to lying with this lady. How are we going to work it, Kyle?”

  “Same as with all the other regular women we’ve fucked.” He shrugged. “Share and share alike. Even Ben.”

  “Especially Ben. The kid will need lots of practice and extra portions to develop his powers. One thing’s for sure, she’s one classy lady, and no mistake.”

  Kyle grabbed him by the throat. “I know your sexual leanings, Jake. If I hear you’ve been treating this lady badly, you’ll have me to answer to, understand? She is one real nice lady, and though we all want, and need to fuck her, we’ve all got to show her some real respect, too.”

  “I know that, Kyle, and so does Ben. We’re all gonna treat her real good.”

  Chapter Four

  Elizabeth boarded the Greyhound. She felt more alive and optimistic about the future than she had done for years. She had spoken to her best friend Jenny last night, excitedly telling her about her new direction in life.

  Jenny had not responded quite as she had hoped. “Are you crazy, woman? You’re telling me that you’ll be living with three sex-starved cowboys in the middle of nowhere.” Then she laughed hysterically. “Actually, on second thoughts, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Be careful, Lizzie, though,” she warned. “And remember, I’m always here for you, day and night.”

  Lizzie wasn’t worried. She had a connection with them all. She couldn’t explain it, but there was already a bond between them. A feeling that they were all one and the same person.

  She knew without doubt that all three brothers would want to have sex with her. She was happy to oblige. She wanted them all.

  They were all very different from one another. Kyle was the oldest and the most self-assured. His muscular physique and wonderful blue eyes just melted her soul every time she looked at him. Then there was Jake, more reserved and thoughtful, but she already knew that his desire for her ran deep and strong. Of course, there was Ben, lovely, lovely, Ben, just twenty-one. He had the most wonderful smile, and his innocent, effortless charm really turned her on. She would enjoy teaching him the art of love.

  The Greyhound rumbled out of the Californian suburbs for the last time. She closed her eyes, and she felt at peace.

  Kyle would be waiting for her at Brown Bear Depot. This meant another ride in his brand-new, top-of-the-line Range Rover. Perhaps he’d even let her drive it one day soon. Jake and Ben wouldn’t be there. Far too much work on the ranch for that, but she knew they’d be there to greet her by the time she and Kyle arrived at the ranch.

  As the Greyhound rumbled into Brown Bear, the sun broke through the clouds for the first time that day, as if to emphasize the start of her new life.

  As she alighted from the bus, she heard a familiar, sexy Southern drawl.

  “I’m right here, Lizzie.”

  She launched herself at him then. “Kyle.” She hugged him as if her life depended on him. Perhaps it did.

  “Ben and Jake send their love. They’ll be back at the ranch waiting for you.” He smiled at her. “Want to drive the Range Rover back, hun?”

  “You betcha, cowboy.”

  She cli
mbed into the sumptuous leather-clad interior and gunned the engine into life. She was going to enjoy this. They drove for about twenty minutes before finally she indicated, then turned the Range Rover down the now familiar tree-lined drive. Caesar had spotted the returning car and galloped along side it just as he had last time.

  “Clocked him at almost forty miles an hour the other week. He sure is a thoroughbred, Lizzie.” She spun the car around on the gravel drive, stones spewing from the tires as they fought for grip.

  The large front door opened, and her heart skipped a beat as Jake and Ben came into view.

  She opened the car door and rushed to them both, hugging them, clinging to them, feeling their manly warmth. “God, I’ve missed you, boys,” she whispered. She reminded herself she barely knew them, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world to say to them. Just what was it about these guys?

  Ben held her tightly. “I’m sure glad you’re back, Lizzie. We’ve all been missing you like crazy.”

  “We sure have,” added Jake, stroking her hair and tenderly kissing her cheek.

  Kyle bought her bags in from the car. “Now listen up, Lizzie. None of us boys are expecting you to start work today. We just want you to relax. Have a good look round the place. Take it easy, honey.”

  “And what will you three boys be doing?”

  Kyle smiled. “This is a working ranch, Lizzie. There are always things to do. A storm brought down the perimeter fence yesterday. It’s a three-man job to replace it, and then—”

  Smiling, she touched his hand and said, “Enough, enough. I get the picture. I’ll just chill out and relax, but you boys can all expect the best steak dinner you’ve ever had when you return.”

  * * * *

  How wonderful it was to sit at the large oak table with the three brothers for their first evening meal together. Just a half hour ago they had all returned, covered in dust, and with huge smiles on their faces.

  With appetites to match their physiques, she had dished up large plates of steak and potatoes with cornbread and gravy. As she’d served their meal, they’d taken a keen interest in her, and the sexy low-cut white blouse and black mini skirt she’d slipped on. Cooking for three hungry men was hot work, and she needed to keep as cool as possible. She smiled inwardly. If that meant raising their temperatures, and anything else for that matter, then so be it. Why Elizabeth Miles, you’re such a tease. Ever since she could remember, she had always flirted openly around men. It just seemed second nature to her.

  * * * *

  Kyle spoke, “Now as it’s your first day, Lizzie, all us boys will help you clear up.”

  “Oh, no—”

  “We insist, don’t we?” His other two brothers nodded in unison. They wanted to spend as much time with Lizzie as he did.

  There was a real live Sybar woman in their midst, and though she may not know the reason for her actions, it was loud and clear to the Sybar male. Come and get me.

  Kyle, as the eldest of the brothers and the only fully-fledged Sybar, was the only one who could fully read her thoughts. She didn’t know why, but she wanted all three of them. The receptors in her brain had picked up on the Sybar connection. She found their presence truly irresistible.

  This was the destiny of all Sybar women, and had been hard wired into them at birth. When the time came, he would love teaching her all about Sybar folklore. It had been handed down through the generations.

  Just as he was about to tackle the contents of the sink, Ben pushed in front of him. “I’ll do that.”

  He laughed out loud. “What’s up, little bro, you’re not usually so keen.”

  Ben looked annoyed with him, and Lizzie came to his rescue. “Thank you, Ben, I appreciate your help, even if your brothers don’t.”

  Kyle watched as she pulled a hand through her gorgeous hair. “I hope you don’t mind, but I feel really tired. It’s been a long day. Would you boys mind if I had an early night? But don’t worry, I’ll be up bright and early to cook you all breakfast in the morning.”

  * * * *

  After a hearty breakfast, she smiled as her favorite cowboys rode out. Kyle led the way on Caesar, followed by Jake and Ben on their equally beautiful black stallions. What was it about cowboys, she wondered? Perhaps it was the combination of strong thighs gripping leather saddles, along with a healthy dose of sexy man sweat. The product of many hours of physical labor. She went back inside and closed the door. Time to relax.

  She wandered idly around the ranch house. Everything seemed so immaculate. It amazed her how tidy these rugged cowboys kept the place whilst doing regular twelve-hour shifts in the saddle. It hardly looked like they needed a housekeeper.

  Slowly, she walked up the wide staircase. She marveled at how happy she felt. An emotion she had not been very familiar with in the two years since leaving England. It was her three sexy cowboys who made her feel this way.

  She tapped the banister with her fingers. “Now what to do.”

  They’d all told her to relax, and that’s exactly what she would do.

  A warm bath followed by a nap should do nicely.

  Alone in her own room, she started to fill the bath. As she undressed, her eyes noticed her figure in the full-length mirror. She’d always liked her breasts, as had all her boyfriends. Very firm and decorated with large brown nipples that were just so sensitive when they became aroused. Her pussy was kept baby smooth, just the way she liked it. It made her feel so sexy. Dipping her toe into the water, she closed her eyes and murmured, “Lovely, just lovely.” Squeezing a soapy sponge, she let the water channel down her back and breasts.

  She lifted her head and let the water run down her face. She felt far more relaxed now that she’d changed the direction of her life. She squeezed some shampoo into the palm of her hand and vigorously massaged it into her scalp. The soapy water running in long rivulets over her back, soothed her like a cathartic experience. A cleansing, a sense that she’d moved on.

  She wished the boys were there to wash her back for her. Slowly, she started to drift away, and she slipped a finger inside her pussy.

  These thoughts just wouldn’t do. “Get out of the bath and dry yourself, Lizzie,” she said to herself, slightly irritated by such wanton feelings.

  After drying herself, she applied baby oil to her skin to keep it moist. She looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror, once more. Not bad, not bad at all, she mused. She found her own figure pleasing to look at. Above average in height, she was about five-foot eight, with long, slender legs and firm, pert breasts.

  I bet you guys would be happy to have some of this, she laughed.

  Ah, yes, men. Since arriving in the United States, she’d had no shortage of boyfriends. American men seemed to just love her cute English accent and delicate, refined features, but somehow good-looking though many of them were, they left her emotionally and sexually unmoved. In summary, they did nothing for her.

  She wondered why this was the case, as she had always liked men from an early age. Her mother, or should that be her foster mother, because both her parents were killed in a car crash when she was just three years old, had always asked her. Is that another boyfriend? How many have you had this year? Her foster mother had shaken her head and wagged a finger at her. Elizabeth Miles, you’re a right flighty piece and no mistake.

  With all this thinking about men, she lay on the bed naked and tried to relax, but her sexual thoughts would not be denied.

  “Fuck it.” She rose from the bed, walked over to her bedside table, and removed her vibrator from the top drawer.

  She eyed the artificial orgasmatron with suspicion, and in her best attempt at a Southern drawl, laughed. “Well, you sure ain’t no substitute for my three sexy cowboys, but you’ll do just fine for now, darlin’. Now go to work, my little rabbit.”

  Lying on the bed, she pushed the vibrator briefly against her clit before sliding it fully home into her wet pussy. She knew it was no substitute for Kyle and his brothers, but she like
d the way it filled her so completely and pleasured her oh-so-sensitive clitoris at the same time.

  “This feels so very nice,” she said as she closed her eyes and slowly began to surrender to her fantasies.

  In her mind, she could see them repairing the perimeter fence. All were shirtless, their muscular, athletic bodies tanned from the sun. Ben held a fence post firmly in his grasp as Kyle and Jake each took mighty swings at it, banging it unrelentingly into the parched, dry soil. Their muscles bunched and flexed each time the hammer made contact with the stout fence post.

  Kyle removed his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Then, putting his head back, he took several large gulps of water from the canteen.

  Her pussy felt so wet now. Her clit positively ached and tingled with wanton excitement.

  Suddenly, she became aware of something amazing. An acute realization that what she was imagining was not a sexual fantasy created by her own mind, but a real-life incident, unfolding before her. She watched her three sexy cowboys as though she were looking at a television screen. She saw exactly what they were doing in real-time clarity.

  She could feel them, see them, smell them. She was one with them, and they were one with her. Just as she knew exactly what they were doing at that precise moment, all three of them knew exactly what she was doing, too. Down to the finest detail.

  Kyle replaced his hat, and in one practiced movement, he was astride Caesar.

  She knew, with more certainty than she had ever felt in her whole life, that he was riding back to the ranch. Kyle was coming back for her.

  Chapter Five

  The thought and sight of her pleasuring herself with a vibrator had been too much for him. He knew that Jake and Ben had wanted to ride back to the ranch. They all wanted to be the first to fuck her. But as the oldest, and the one with the strongest powers, he had pulled rank. Although Jake was almost a fully-fledged Sybar himself, he was still no match for his older brother, and he knew when to back off.

  Caesar was at a gallop now. Ten minutes should have him back at the ranch, and then there would be no holding back. He’d known this moment would come as soon as he’d met her off the Greyhound.