Lizzie glanced at her reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink. Her eyes looked dead, her hair, lank and lifeless. She was so unhappy that she started to cry.
After a lengthy telephone conversation with her best friend, Jenny, she’d decided to throw in the towel and return to England. All the hurt and deception would be left behind, and she could start again. She forced a smile, an unconvincing smile. Maybe even get married and start a family.
Her life had fallen into a depressing routine now. After work, she would return to her rundown room and hide away from the world. She would eat a TV dinner before going to bed and crying herself to sleep.
God, she missed those boys. She could see them all so clearly when she closed her eyes. Oh, yes, she took a deep breath, remembering, Ben’s smile and laugh, Jake’s gorgeous green eyes, and Kyle’s strength and touch. She opened her eyes before berating herself. This has to stop, Lizzie. It’s all just an illusion, girl. Wise up.
She brushed her hair, trying to cheer herself up. The love was real. She loved them and they adored her, and the sex. She briefly closed her eyes again. The sex had been beyond fantastic. Mind blowing even.
However, she’d been right to leave them. She couldn’t live an illusion. She had to live in reality. Right, or wrong, one thing she knew for sure, she had been so happy, living in her Sybar illusion, and so unhappy with her life now.
Her thoughts drifted to Uncle Cody’s legacy of five million dollars. If only it was true.
* * * *
Lizzie idly flicked through a glossy magazine, her mind on other things. An hour from now she would be boarding a seven-forty-seven, along with about three hundred other passengers. It would whisk her across the Atlantic Ocean, taking her home. To England.
She had not been aware of the boys delving into her thoughts for a week or so now, and they had stopped allowing her to access their thoughts, too. They had finally given up and moved on. Looking for another Sybar woman to mate with, no doubt.
She wiped a tear from her eye. She felt so incredibly sad and bereft. God, how she’d loved those three Dexter brothers. They were all very different, but she had, still did, love them all equally. She consoled herself that it was better this way. She was strong enough to move on without them.
As she looked around at the other passengers, something strange started to happen. They seemed to be moving in super slow motion, and although she could clearly see their mouths opening and closing, no sound could be heard.
This was weird. She shook her head, trying to regain normality, but still the image persisted. She was at a busy international airport, but all she heard was silence, utter silence.
Then it happened.
An undeniably loud Sybar male thought filled her head. It ain’t over, honey. We’ve made everything right. So, I’m coming to get you.
Kyle was coming for her.
Suddenly all the noise returned. The airport became a heady mix of excited talking and laughter once more, as the passengers waited eagerly for their flights to be called.
Throwing the magazine down, she leaped to her feet. Her hands raised high and wide in pure delight.
“Kyle is coming for me,” she shouted at the top of her voice. “He loves me. He loves me.”
People stopped talking in mid sentence and looked dumbstruck at her. No doubt hoping they wouldn’t be seated next to the crazy English woman on their flight home.
Such happiness filled her heart now. She was immune to people around her.
“All three of the Dexter boys love me, and I love all of them,” she shouted.
Kyle was clearly visible to her now. He was driving toward the airport. His Sybar scent so strong and powerful. She guessed that Kyle, Jake, and Ben were all working together, so potent was the image they had planted in her mind. Excitement started to overwhelm her, and she paced up and down like a caged wild animal, looking expectantly at the airport entrance.
His image grew stronger.
In real time clarity she saw that he was now walking across the parking lot. Any second now and he would be with her. She watched mesmerized as the automatic entrance doors swished open. Her heart beat so fast, she could barely contain her exuberance.
Six-foot-three-inches and two hundred and twenty pounds of physical male perfection strode towards her. This cowboy, her cowboy, looked so fucking sexy. His unblinking blue gaze captured her heart.
“Kyle, my Kyle.” She rushed to him, hurling herself into his arms.
His muscular strength absorbed the explosion that was Lizzie Miles before twirling her around, protecting her, loving her.
She held onto him so tightly, never wanting to let him go. Drinking in his Sybar scent, an elixir of happiness.
When his eyes connected with hers, she melted into his embrace. “I sure have missed you, darlin’. All us boys have. You’re coming home with me, where you belong. No arguments, right?” He kissed her passionately on the lips, making her, his.
“Right, Kyle.”
Like the scene from her favorite movie, An Officer and a Gentleman, he scooped her into his strong arms, and walked purposefully towards the exit. She lifted the black Stetson from his head, and placed it on her own, completing the wonderful feeling of wellbeing.
She watched the automatic door obediently open as Kyle carried her outside. All her feelings of loss and worry seemed to disappear with each effortless step he made. Her weight had no effect on the forward progress of his muscular body.
“Won’t be long now, darlin’. I’ll soon get you home.” He smiled down at her.
“I’m so happy, Kyle. I feel fit to burst.” She gently stroked his face, enjoying the day-old stubble on his manly chin.
“Ben and Jake are waiting for you, too, darlin’.”
She glanced across the parking lot, and then reality suddenly head butted her from her wide-awake dream.
“Put me down, you bastard.”
“Why, what’s the matter, honey?” He looked concerned.
“You know full well what’s wrong, cowboy. I told you no more Sybar illusions. I have to live in the real world, the same as any other woman.” She pointed at the Range Rover in her favorite color. “You, bastard. I won’t allow you to trick me again.”
He put her down, an amused expression on his face. “Honey, will you just hear me out?”
“No. Have you boys learned nothing? Why do you think I’m at an airport, waiting to fly back to England?”
Kyle put his head back and roared with laughter. “But, honey—”
“Don’t you honey me.” She went to slap him, but he caught her hand, stilling it in mid air, before covering her mouth with his.
She pulled away from his embrace. “You can’t get around me that easily, Kyle.”
Chapter Twelve
“It’s real, Lizzie, and it belongs to you. All the documents are in your name.”
“But, Kyle.” She felt shell shocked by it all.
“Cost me one hundred and thirty thousand bucks, what with that special paint job, and all the extras.”
“Tell me it’s the truth, Kyle?” Her voice pleaded, wishing it to be so.
“Yep, darlin’. It’s true all right. I love you, all three of us boys love you. This ain’t no Sybar illusion.”
“I want to believe you, but…”
She watched as he caught the attention of a passing family. A man, woman, and two young children loaded down with holiday luggage.
“Excuse me, sir. I wonder if you could assist me.” He took a deep breath before explaining. “I’ve just purchased this fine vehicle for this little lady here.” He put his arm possessively around her waist. “The only problem is that she sure ain’t too hot on vehicle recognition. I keep telling her that this vehicle here is a top of the line Range Rover, but for some reason, the little lady here thinks it’s a beat up Chevy pickup in white.”
The man laughed out loud. “Well, I can put the lady’s mind at ease, mister. It’s a Range Rover right enough, and it
’s not white, it’s purple. Just right for the lady.
He slapped Kyle on the back before moving on. “That’s one beautiful automobile you have there, mister.”
As they moved away, Lizzie could hear the little boy say, “Pops, that pretty lady’s not too smart is she? Even I know that’s a Range Rover, and I’m only seven.”
“Kyle.” Lizzie melted into his embrace, never wishing to let him go. Had her dream finally come true?
“Yes, darlin’?”
“Let’s go home.”
He laughed. “Okay, honey, but you drive, it’s your car.
She smiled as he opened the driver’s door for her and helped her inside.
“Now you make yourself comfortable, darlin’.”
She adjusted the rear-view mirror and electric seat to accommodate her smaller frame before gunning the engine into life. She breathed in his masculine scent as he seated himself next to her.
“So all that talk about Uncle Cody was true then? I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, Kyle.”
“Ain’t nothing to be sorry about, Lizzie. That’s all in the past now.”
“What about the ranch?” She pushed the stick into ‘D’ and floored the throttle.
“It looks the same as when you first visited.” He kissed her cheek. “You’ll love it, honey.”
She looked across at his beautiful face. A face she loved. “But is it real, Kyle, or a Sybar illusion?”
“It’s as real as you and me, honey. When Uncle Cody’s legacy came through, we had the old ranch demolished. In the last three months we’ve had a new one built to fulfill your Sybar desires.” He stroked his hand along her thigh, a promise of things to come. “It’s real, Lizzie. Built especially for you, exactly the way you like it.”
“I love you, Kyle. I love all you boys. I’m so glad we’re all together again.” A sense of relief washed over her.
“Jake and Ben will be waiting for you.”
“I know, I can feel their Sybar presence.” She threw her head back and laughed out loud. “Naughty boys.”
* * * *
As the ranch house came into view, he heard her sigh. “It all looks so beautiful, Kyle. I know we’ll all be so happy living here.”
“We sure will, darlin’.” Satisfaction settled in his stomach, as he saw the look of pure happiness light up her face. It was all in such marked contrast to three months earlier, when she’d left. The sadness evident then, had made him resolve to put everything right.
All three of them had worked their butts off, organizing the design and building of the new ranch house. It was an exact replica of Lizzie’s dreams and desires.
There were still a few items that needed attending to, but when they’d realized Lizzie had been about to return to England, they had immediately sprung into action.
Now all the hard work had paid off. Lizzie was back where she belonged, with the three of them.
Jake and Ben rushed out to meet her as her new car came to a halt. They all held her close, loving her completely.
Ben whooped with delight. “I just knew you’d come back, Lizzie. Even when everything seemed lost. I knew you’d come home to us.”
Jake kissed her cheek. “All four of us can go riding tomorrow. I’ll make us all a picnic.”
“Not on those nags.” She laughed, as she wiped a tear from her eye.
“Nope. Those glue pots have gone for good. Gave them away to the local nag sanctuary. They’ll be happily chewin’ grass ‘til they drop.”
Kyle placed his arm around her and guided her into the house. “We have four thoroughbred black stallions now. There’s one for each of us. Yours is called Phoenix, and he’s a real beauty.”
Her eyes were huge and glassy as he showed her around. “It’s just as you wanted it, Lizzie. We know you’ll be very happy here.”
* * * *
Jake’s voice carried up the stairs. “You ready, darlin’? The picnic is packed, and us boys are all waiting for you.”
Lizzie grabbed her bag, and rushed down to them. To be here, in Arizona, with her three beautiful cowboy lovers, made her happy, fit to burst.
Three beautiful black stallions headed down the well-worn track, which led to a private section of riverbank. Lizzie sat astride Caesar, with Kyle sitting close behind her, holding the reins in his masculine grip.
“You know what’s going to happen when we reach Deer Creek, Lizzie?” His voice dripped with sensuality.
“We’re having a picnic,” she said, deliberately coyly.
“And then?”
“You’re all going to fuck the ass off me, and any other available orifice you boys can find.”
He smiled. “Just to make sure you know what you’re letting yourself in for.”
“I’m a Sybar woman. I always knew deep down that this moment would come.” She licked her lips provocatively. “And I’m looking forward to it.”
After about thirty minutes in the saddle, they arrived at Deer Creek, a beautifully picturesque piece of riverbank covered with lush, green grass. A spectacular waterfall and rock pool took her breath away, as did the lofty mountains rising majestically in the distance.
It was such a beautiful day, and she was going to enjoy the spectacular Arizona scenery to the full. Perfect, just perfect.
They all dismounted then tethered the stallions. She breathed in the beautiful fresh air, feeling invigorated and alive.
“What now, boys?” she asked mischievously.
Ben piped up then. “We all want to see you naked, Lizzie.”
“Oh, do you now?”
Jake’s green eyes burned into her soul. “We sure do.”
She went to each of them then and roughly squeezed the bulge in their jeans. “Hmm, I don’t think I’m going to be disappointed with what you boys have to offer. You see, it goes like this. I’m in charge now. It’s payback time for all this grief you caused when your Sybar powers went tits up. So, I’m telling you all now. Strip, cowboys—do you understand me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. I’m glad that’s clear. Now let’s see what you boys have brought to the picnic.” She liked this game.
Her eyes greedily took in every detail as all three removed their hats and shirts to reveal their taut, muscular chests and lean, flat stomachs. She sighed inwardly. No fat, no gristle, just honed man meat, and plenty of it.
“And the rest, boys. I’m waiting.”
They discarded their boots, jeans, and underwear, their eyes never leaving hers, until all three of them stood before her, naked and magnificent.
Their huge cocks stood proud. Their tips glistening with man juice, lying taut against their rippled stomachs.
“Oh, my dear God,” she said out loud. “You boys are just so…” Her words drifted away.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her breasts and large, brown nipples. “I know you boys like these.” To a man, their hands went to their big dicks, pumping them in anticipation of things to come.
“And this.” She dropped her jeans to the floor, and then lowered her panties to her knees before removing them both completely. “I feel sure that you boys like my silky cunt.”
She stroked it gently and then slid a finger inside. Her eyes lifted to meet their gaze. “See how lovely and smooth it is.”
“Oh, fuck, Lizzie, we all need to be inside you.” Kyle’s voice was urgent and demanding. “Take a look behind you, honey.”
She turned to see the largest, most luxurious bed she had ever seen. It was even more spectacular than the one in her bedroom. She laughed out loud. “Oh, you boys are just so clever. I know I said no more Sybar illusions, but that bed looks so damned comfortable. ”
“Plenty of room for all of us on there,” said Ben.
As one, they came across to her then and gently led her to the bed. She was acutely aware of their combined presence, though she was well able to distinguish their different manly scents.
Six hands, thirty fingers started to intimatel
y explore her body. Jake’s silken touch spread like a warm glow across her back and shoulders. His fingers ran down across her ass and then gently pleasured her sensitive little puckered hole.
Kyle explored her breasts, nipples, and pussy, which seemed to moisten uncontrollably with the slightest touch.
“My clit is on fire,” she murmured.
Ben’s smiling face beamed at her in that gentle, innocent way that only he could. His sensitive kisses rained down on her face, lips, and neck.
“I love you. We all love you, Lizzie,” he whispered in her ear whilst gently biting her lobe.
She knew how they wanted her. There was no need for them to explain. They were as one. She knelt on all fours, gazing up into Kyle and Ben’s eyes as Jake kneeled behind her and seated himself to the hilt in her ass. The sweetest and tightest of invasions made her gasp, and her lips parted slightly in appreciation.
“That feels so good, Jake.”
His hands gripped her hips as he pumped his length inside her anus.
She stared wantonly at Kyle and Ben. “You like watching, don’t you, boys?” Their hands eagerly wanked their dicks, knowing it would soon be their turn.
Then in one fluid movement, Jake pulled them both backward so that she lay on top of him, his cock still pounding away inside her tight ass. His fingers reached around and circled her clit.
“Not so fast, Jake.” Kyle moved his brother's hand away and then knelt between their legs. He looked at her wanton body.
“Fuck my cunt, Kyle…please.”
He slipped three fingers into her wet pussy to check she was ready for him, then pulled them out and replaced them with his cock.
“Oh, fuck, boys, I feel so lovely and full.” She was aware of the two older brother’s cocks deep inside her. Their potent tips separated by just a few millimeters of her feminine flesh. Kyle leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it hard.
“You like it, don’t you, Lizzie, being fucked in both holes by two brothers.”
She looked into his eyes. “You know I do. You know I love you all.”
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