Sinclair, Sabrina - Her Texas Cowboy Brothers [Sexual Meltdown 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Sabrina Sinclair

  She parked the three hundred thousand dollar super car next to the gleaming black SUV. It looked new. She guessed he’d just bought it.

  Checking her makeup in the mirror once more, she stilled the engine and opened the door.

  Two hundred pounds of sculpted and honed male perfection greeted her as she walked up the veranda steps. He put his arms around her and gently kissed her cheek. She could feel his male warmth and scent sink into her flesh and bones.

  “Hi, I’m Hunter.”

  She almost felt as though she should laugh, but instead, she became slightly irritated and annoyed.

  “Mr. Deveraux,” she admonished him. “If you persist with this foolishness, then I may regret my decision to come here. Only yesterday you repeatedly told me, ‘My friends call me Zane.’”

  “Zane is inside. Wanted you to get to know us a little better, seeing as we’ve not met before.” He put his arm around her waist. “Follow me, lady.”

  “You are trying my patience, Mr. Deveraux.”

  She followed him into the ranch house, stopping abruptly as she entered a large living area. “Jesus Christ.” She sagged into the nearest chair, her mouth falling open in surprise. “Is this some kind of Sybar illusion? If it is, it’s the best I’ve ever seen.”

  Hunter looked amused. “Nope, lady. Even Sybar men can’t change their own appearance. You know that.”

  Regaining her composure, she looked at the two brothers. Unable to distinguish between them, she started to become confused. Was Zane really Hunter, was Hunter really Zane? If they swapped positions, would they be able to fool her? She felt sure they would. “So you’re identical twins, then?”

  Hunter slapped Zane on the back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Nope, wrong again, lady.” He walked to the foot of the stairs then lifted his head and shouted, “Kaden, get your lazy ass down here. We got company.” He paused and looked directly at Sabine. “And she sure is pretty.”

  Sabine heard a door open at the top of the stairs. She watched in silent amazement as Kaden came down. Her mouth dropped open, and the words “Fucking unbelievable” spilled from her lips.

  She scanned the room in disbelief. This was no Sybar illusion. What she saw was real. Three perfectly sculpted Zane Deverauxs. She shook her head, or was that three Hunter Deverauxs or three Kaden Deverauxs?

  She’d hoped that Zane’s brothers would be as pussy wetting as him, but not in her wildest dreams had she ever expected to find three identical brothers. They were just so gorgeous, perfect in every way. The most beautiful, sexy, and fuckable Sybar guys she had ever seen in her life.

  Each of them was six-foot-three and two hundred pounds of physical Sybar perfection. Six of the bluest, most searching eyes, packaged in six hundred pounds of muscular man meat, made her pussy drip uncontrollably into her skimpy panties.

  “Oh, my God.” Her words trailed away. “You guys are just so…”

  Their combined presence started to overwhelm her then. Their wonderful, sexy Sybar scent made her feel so exhilarated and light-headed. Whilst their unblinking blue gaze sapped her resistance.

  She’d been crazy to think that she could withstand their Sybar mind-melding abilities. They delved into her deepest thoughts, accessing and experiencing them at will. She tried to block them, but their overwhelming superiority merely brushed aside her opposition.

  She cursed herself and her thoughts. They embarrassed her so much that her cheeks burned red in a mighty blush, but fuck, they turned her on, too. She could feel their hands all over her body, taking what they needed, dominating her. These guys did not need to ask for her permission. They were in total charge of her.

  She found it impossible not to think of their firm, tight asses and huge, rock-hard cocks. Her hands seemed to be squeezing those asses. Her own ass and pussy felt stretched to splitting point with those very same cocks. A sensation of hot cum dripped down between her breasts and ran until it reached her clit.

  “Oh, my God, dear God.” And these guys were just looking at her. All four of them were fully clothed. This was just crazy. She needed to get some control of her emotions.

  She felt so turned on now, but there was a new emotion, too. Fear. Yes, that was it, fear. The combined animal power of these guys meant they could do anything. Yes, absolutely anything. Abuse her, rape her, kill her…anything.

  Her hands started to shake uncontrollably. Their grip on her mind tightened and tightened. She closed her eyes and took a long intake of breath before forcibly emptying her lungs. “Just back off, cowboys. Do you hear me? Just fucking back off.”

  Her breathing was hard to control until she felt reality come back into focus. The three brothers stared at her, unsmiling, a huge cock-shaped bulge clearly evident in their jeans.

  She rounded on them then. “Don’t you ever pull that Sybar mind-melding crap on me again without my permission.” She looked intently at them, unafraid to hold their gaze. “Do you understand?”

  She glanced around the room in a dismissive fashion. “You guys are nothing special. You might live in a nice ranch house, but your wealth is nothing compared to mine.”

  She poked a finger into Zane’s chest. “You’ve probably impressed other women, but I am one important Sybar chick, and you don’t impress me.” Sabine felt pleased she had regained some control.

  “Cowboy losers, all of you. Fourteen hours in the saddle each day, branding beef, and for what?”

  Her confidence building, she continued, “I own a three hundred thousand dollar Ferrari and three expensive properties, one of them in Europe.” She was taunting them now. “I am one special lady, and you will treat me with some respect.”

  “Two full-time loser cowboys, a part-time cowboy, and a loser club owner.” She laughed out loud, mocking them. “I’m out of your league, boys.”

  Zane moved quickly toward her, invading her space.

  “Quit talking, lady. I warned you at the club yesterday. I told you it would be one big mistake to bring your attitude problem with you. Now I’m gonna do to you what your Momma should have done. Should still do.”

  Realizing that she had disrespected the brothers a little too much, her stomach churned. What are they going to do to me?

  Suddenly, a large hand connected to two hundred pounds of lean muscle gripped tightly under her armpit. Zane pulled her toward him, almost lifting her feet from the floor in the process.

  Feeling compromised now, and frightened, she tried a little contrition. “Zane, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

  “Too late, lady. The time for talking is over.”

  With his other hand he pulled an old-fashioned, hard-backed wooden chair from the corner of the room.

  “No one talks to the Deveraux brothers like that. Understand?”

  Aware that she was losing control, she tried to placate him. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have—”

  Zane roughly yanked her across his knees, ignoring her whimpered protest. He used such force her head almost touched the floor as her ass rose high and inviting in front of him.

  “You’ve just been sassy for the last time, lady.”

  He roughly lifted her short skirt, exposing her skimpy panties. Sabine sensed herself blush profusely. When she turned her head, she saw Hunter and Kaden watching her intently, amusement playing on their faces. With their jeans now lowered to their thighs, they were jerking their huge dicks with their hands as they observed her punishment. She saw their swollen bell ends, moist with glistening man juice as they tugged their foreskins back.

  “Right then, lady. You’re not too big for a whupping.”

  “Please, Zane, no.” She felt like she was losing control.

  “I’m gonna discipline you, whether you like it or not.” He yanked at her panties, pulling them to her knees. The roughness of his actions both excited and embarrassed her.

  “Please don’t. I’m sorry.”

  “Too late for sorry, babe. I’m done talkin’. You need disciplining. A good whupping will k
nock that sassiness out of you, once and for all.”

  “But I’m twenty-four. I’m a grown woman. You can’t do this to me. I won’t allow it.” Her words clearly didn’t convince him.

  “Is that right, babe?”

  A searing slap connected with her ass, followed by another, then another even harder slap.

  She cried out in pain. “Please stop, Zane. I’m begging you.”

  He held her arm behind her back as he slapped her bare ass again.

  “Am I getting through to you, Sabine? Are you learning your lesson?”

  “Please stop, Zane. I’m sorry.”

  “Not sorry enough yet.”

  He pushed a hand under her stomach and teased her clit with his fingers as he continued to discipline her. He briefly stopped the spanking for a moment, a surprised expression on his face.

  “Goddamn, boys, this little Sybar lady is wearing a clit ring. I can feel it.” He looked directly at Hunter and Kaden. “And it sure is sexy.”

  He continued to spank her. Every time he slapped her ass, her clit ring connected with his fingers, turning her on, making her wet.

  He looked down at her. “You sure do protest too much, babe. I can read your thoughts, and you’re really into this spanking.” He looked across at Hunter and Kaden. “Her cunt is soaking wet, boys.”

  She knew he was right, too. She was starting to enjoy the experience. The more Zane slapped her reddened ass, the more turned on she became. She knew her cunny was soaking wet, and she was enjoying the sensation.

  There was something about male dominance she really enjoyed.

  “Please stop,” she begged, but she didn’t really want him to. His masculine presence thrilled her.

  “Nope.” He slapped her butt harder.

  “Please.” She found it hard to conceal her moans of sexual excitement.

  “This is how we discipline naughty girls in the Deveraux household. You’ll soon learn.”

  “No more. I’m so sorry. Please, no more.”

  Her pain and pleasure were mixed to perfection now. She knew she was going to climax across Zane’s lap as he punished her in front of his two masturbating brothers.

  “Dear God, oh, please.”

  “Remember we can access your thoughts and desires. We all know what’s going on in your head.”

  He pinned her legs to the floor with his own. Still spanking her, still finger fucking her.

  “It turns you on that we know you’re about to come, lady.” His words were factual, not merely an opinion.

  Her sexual whimpers were low and deep as she climaxed. Her body twitched, bucked, and writhed across Zane’s lap as she finally let go completely.

  “No, please. No, please, no, more.”

  Her last sensation was the sexual moans of Hunter and Kaden as they released their ejaculate seed.

  Hunter and Kaden came across to her then, gently caressing her face and back.

  “It had to be done, Sabine.” Kaden’s voice was calm and compassionate. “You’ve been on that high horse of yours for so long now you got outta the habit of showing respect to people.” He gestured to Hunter. “Help me get her up, bro.”

  They gently lifted her from Zane’s lap, helping her to a standing position.

  Zane stood and stroked his fingers through her hair. “Now we got this attitude problem figured out, Sabine, all four of us are gonna get on real well together. Is there anything you’d like to say, babe?”

  A sense of unreality still hung in her mind. Surely she would soon wake up and find the last two days had all been a dream. She looked at the three gorgeous smiling cowboys who stood next to her. Their tall, muscular bodies towered over her, protecting her.

  A sense of acceptance comforted her. She had underestimated their power big time. Sabine realized she wouldn’t make that mistake again. It was time for some humility.

  “I’m sorry, I’ve been a spoiled little bitch. I suppose I could blame it on my privileged upbringing, but—”

  The three brothers embraced her then, cocooning her. She melted into their combined warmth. Zane kissed her forehead. “There’s nothing more to say, Sabine. We forgive you.”

  She smiled at them all. “I know. Boys, as a peace offering, I’ll make you all a fantastic coffee. After my parents had strong words with each other, my babbo,” she corrected herself, “my father, would always make a very special coffee. He said it soothed a path to the heart.”

  All three brothers looked pleased, and Zane placed his arm around her shoulder and guided her to the kitchen. A sense that everything was right with the world pervaded her whole being. Before she could even ask, Zane took everything she needed from the cupboards ready for her to use.

  She smiled. “I suppose reading my thoughts has its advantages.” For the first time in years, Sabine felt free, as the three identical Deveraux brothers accessed her emotions at will. She knew their combined powers meant they could do as they pleased anyway, but now, after her spanking, she decided it would be pointless to try and resist them. Her whole body thrummed with desire as they sought every corner of her mind. In the past, only one Sybar male had accessed her thoughts at any one time, but to have three alpha male Sybars using their powers together took all the control away from her.

  As she prepared their coffee, she sensed their potent Sybar energy pulsing through her brain. Sabine realized that they were now holding back, probing just a little at a time so as not to scare her. She enjoyed the way the three of them watched her every move, and every now and then she would smile at them. Rather like a courtship, they were gradually building a picture in their own minds of her innermost thoughts, feelings, and desires.

  Eventually, after grinding coffee beans and frothing the milk, she poured the hot liquid over cocoa into four large cups. She handed them one each. “I assure you that that’s the best coffee you boys will ever taste. It’s called a Marocchino.”

  They all nodded their appreciation as they sipped at the frothy liquid. Zane spoke as he raised his cup. “Your father is a wise man.”

  “Yes, he is, he always tells me a good Marocchino never fails to reach the right spot.” Sabine felt a warm glow spread through her body as she too sipped the drink. The Deveraux brothers were just so desirable.

  Kaden’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he stared at her.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, feeling self-conscious. “What’s so funny?”

  He pointed to his own mouth, running a finger over his top lip. “You’ve got a moustache, honey.”

  They all burst out laughing when Sabine licked the creamy froth away with her tongue. “I told you it was good, that always happens. You boys are such a tease.”

  They sat together, totally relaxed, talking and enjoying life, getting pleasure from each other’s company. In the few hours she stayed at the ranch she learned so much about the Deveraux brothers. How the three of them had bought the ranch when aged just twenty-four, and using seemingly unlimited reserves of willpower and determination they’d made a great life for themselves. They’d achieved their success in record time. Sabine put it down to their tenacity and willingness to work long hours. She’d also learned the biggest lesson of all. Rule number one, never disrespect the Deveraux brothers.

  She idly looked at her watch, time seemed to move so slowly. “Oh, boys, it’s almost six. I have a client I need to see. I’m so sorry, but this business meeting was arranged weeks ago.”

  Zane stroked her hair. “It’s a real pity you have to go so soon, babe, but we understand. By the way, that coffee is just out of this world. What’s it called again?”

  “Marocchino. I’ll let you have the recipe.”

  Hunter and Kaden escorted her to the red Ferrari parked outside, opening the door for her and then closing it securely behind her when she’d made herself comfortable behind the wheel.

  Sabine gunned the Italian thoroughbred into life, and within seconds she was gone, leaving behind just the musical howl of the engine as it sped away. H
er last glimpse in the rearview mirror was of the two gorgeous cowboy brothers waving their good-byes.

  Chapter Four

  Chantelle knocked on the office door and then pushed it open without waiting for an answer.

  “There’s a woman here to see you, Zane, darlin’. Says she’s a good friend of yours.”

  Zane pushed back in his chair and placed his boots on the desk with a loud thud.

  “Did she give a name?”

  “Sure did, darlin’. Calls herself Sabine Vincenzi. Middle twenties, long black hair, and tits to die for.” She winked at him. “Ring any bells?”

  He smiled inwardly. It had been a week since he’d put Sabine across his knee and disciplined her. He’d guessed she would come around to his way of thinking. It looked like he was right.

  “Send her in, Chantelle, and after you’ve done that, lock the place up, and get off home.”

  “Sure thing, sugar, but if you ever tire of this little lady, just let me know. I’ll bet she has the sweetest tasting pussy.”

  Zane wagged a finger at Chantelle and smiled at her. “Behave, girl. Now be gone.” He shooed her out of the office.

  This was good news for him and his brothers. Gaining access to a Sybar woman’s thoughts and desires was easy when he, Hunter, and Kaden worked together. Their combined mental strength could overwhelm even the most resistant of Sybar women. On his own, it was more difficult, but he still congratulated himself. He knew she would come back today and was not at all surprised when Chantelle had knocked on his office door.

  Zane rose from his chair and walked across to Sabine as Chantelle showed her in. He held her in his arms, enjoying her oh-so-feminine Sybar scent. His prick hardened in his jeans.

  “Lovely to see you again, Sabine.”

  Squeezing him tightly, she whispered breathily, “You knew I’d come back, you bastard.”