Sexual Meltdown 2
Her Texas Cowboy Brothers
Twenty-four year old Sabine Vincenzi is a successful businesswoman. Living a life of luxury, she has everything except the one thing she craves the most—sexual excitement. As a Sybar woman she needs to connect with a Sybar man to become complete.
Zane Deveraux runs the fetish club Lucifer’s. He hopes to attract the elusive Sybar female, believing that they are naturally drawn to the darker side of sex.
When Sabine hears rumors that a Sybar male is running the club, she is unable to resist. There she meets gorgeous thirty-five year old club owner Zane Deveraux. He introduces her to his equally gorgeous brothers, Hunter and Kaden. All three are alpha Sybar males, and cowboys to boot!
Can the three brothers give Sabine everything she desires? Or will their overwhelming Sybar powers prove too much for even her to handle?
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Sci-Fi, Western/Cowboys
Length: 26,103 words
HER TEXAS COWBOY BROTHERS
Sexual Meltdown 2
Sabrina Sinclair
MENAGE AMOUR
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HER TEXAS COWBOY BROTHERS
Copyright © 2010 by Sabrina Sinclair
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HER TEXAS COWBOY BROTHERS
Sexual Meltdown 2
SABRINA SINCLAIR
Copyright © 2010
Chapter One
Kyle took a swig from his bottle of Bud as he relaxed back on the sofa. Even if he said it himself, life had been pretty damn perfect for the last year or so. He was happy and healthy, as were his brothers, Jake and Ben.
Jake had recently turned twenty-five, so his Sybar powers were now at full strength. This made life so much easier. It had been quite a strain on him when he was the only full-fledged Sybar in the family.
Little brother, Ben, was now twenty-two and a man in his own right. His powers were becoming stronger by the day.
He cracked open another Bud. Yeah, life was pretty fucking perfect at the moment. Then of course there was Lizzie, beautiful, compassionate, and sexy Lizzie. She had completely rocked their world when she’d entered their lives just twelve months ago.
He and his brothers could not imagine life without her now. She was everything a woman should be. Intelligent, funny, kind, and just so incredibly feminine. She was just so damned fuckable. Something they all took advantage of at every opportunity. However, the most important thing about Lizzie was that she was that rarest of special creatures, a Sybar woman. Even more importantly, a pregnant Sybar woman. This was cause for celebration, and he took another swig of his Bud.
Of course, he had no idea if the baby was his. It could just as easily be Jake’s or Ben’s. Did that bother him? Not at all. He loved Lizzie unconditionally, as did his brothers. No, the important thing was that very soon another Sybar baby would be born into this world, and that made him one very proud Sybar man.
He smiled as Lizzie entered the room.
“You look pleased with yourself, cowboy.” She smiled back at him. A warm smile full of genuine happiness. “Do you want to share it with me?”
“Come over here, Lizzie. Stand at my side. Fuck, you look beautiful, woman. Your shape is just so,” he paused, searching for the right words, “just so womanly.”
“I know.”
She stood by his side as he requested, and he lifted her sweater, revealing her full pregnant belly. He ran his fingers across the taut skin, marveling at the beauty of it all.
“Your inny is now an outy.” He laughed. “Ain’t that just great.”
So why else was he so happy and contented today? Well, he’d just taken a call from his cousin in Texas. Zane was a Sybar like himself. He was currently running a fetish club in Dallas that catered to the needs of the discerning sexual deviant, according to Zane. More like massaging the ego of any sexually unfulfilled pervert who could come up with the admission fee, thought Kyle.
Cousin Zane figured that as Sybar women have unusually high sex drives, a fetish club would be just the place to attract one. He might well have a point there. Lizzie’s sex drive was extremely high to say the least. Even with all three brothers at their most active, potent best, she would always want more sex.
Since becoming pregnant, she had become even more insatiable. Some of the things she liked to experiment with, well, Kyle shook his head and laughed out loud. “What a woman.”
Lucifer’s Lair had been open for two years now, and cousin Zane had not had one sniff of a Sybar woman yet. His complaining on the phone had been relentless.
“It’s just not fucking fair, Kyle. Plenty of regular pussy comes in, and that kinda fills a need up to a point, but both you and I know us guys need a Sybar woman, and they’re about as common as rocking horse shit ‘round these parts.
You, Jake, and Ben are three lucky fuckers to have a real Sybar woman like Lizzie at your beck and call.”
Yep, Zane sure was right about that. Lizzie was a real catch. He guessed that cousin Zane wanted a piece of her ass. What with blood being thicker than water and all, well, that was never gonna happen. Lizzie belonged to him and his brothers, and she owned all three of them. Fuck, he’d never much liked cousin Zane anyway. A bit of an asshole if the truth be known.
Then there were Zane’s two younger brothers, Kaden and Hunter. They ran a cattle ranch out of El Paso. Mainly beef on a spread of about two thousand acres. Now Kyle liked these guys. They were real cowboys, like him and his brothers.
Apparently they had helped Zane set up Lucifer’s Lair in order to attract a Sybar woman. Kyle knew from experience just how hard that could be.
Jake and Ben had just arrived back at the ranch house after twelve hours in the saddle, bringing with them a large, dusty cloud. Lizzie went across to them and gave them both a kiss.
“As soon as you boys have washed up, all of us can sit down for a relaxing meal. I’ve made a huge pot of real English stew. It’s full of fresh beef and lots of healthy vegetables.”
Ben removed his hat then thwacked it against his thigh, letting more dust fill the room. “Aw, thanks, Lizzie. Me and Jake are about ready to drop after such a long day in the saddle. A good meal is just what we can do with right now.”
Lizzie gave the youngest brother a knowing wink. “I’m glad to hear that, Ben, because when all three of you boys have eaten and rested for a while, I’ll be expecting you upstairs to service my needs.” She gently kissed his lips. “Being pregnant makes me feel so sexy.”
* * * *
Zane felt really pissed. Pissed enough for even his brother to notice.
“What’s your problem, Zane? You sure don’t look like a happy man.”
Zane rounded on his brother. “Sure, I’m fucking pissed, Hunter. I’ve just been speaking to Cousin Kyle on the phone.”
Hunter looked surprised. “Cousin Kyle, you haven’t spoken to him in years. You don’t even like the guy. Last time you spoke to him, you told me he was a complete asshole.”
“Well, he hasn’t changed none. He’s still an asshole, that’s for sure, but this time, him and his asshole brothers have found themselves a real live Sybar woman.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Do I look like I’m fucking joking, Hunter?” In frustration, he kicked the table in front of him with a booted foot. “All three of them have got as much Sybar pussy as they can handle. They’ve got it made. She cooks, cleans, and fucks on demand. They’ve even got her in the family way.” The idea that Cousin Kyle and his brothers had the dream package cut into Zane. It was a lonely existence without a Sybar woman to share their dreams and desires with. A part of them always felt like it was missing. The brothers needed that rarest of things, a Sybar mate. It would be almost impossible to achieve, but Zane had spent the last two years building up the club, hoping one day to attract a Sybar female through its doors.
“Did you ask Cousin Kyle if he’d share her with us? What with us being kin an’ all.”
“No, but I could tell from our conversation that it just wasn’t gonna happen. The smug bastard took real pleasure in telling me how he and his brothers have a Sybar woman and how fucking great she is.”
“Still not a sniff of any Sybar pussy at Lucifer’s Lair then, Zane?”
“Fuck all.”
“Well, you’d better find some Sybar cunt soon. Kaden and me are getting real tired of doing sixteen-hour days, running the ranch, while you sit on your lazy ass all night at that club.”
“Fuck you, Hunter. Everyone knows that Sybar women are very highly sexed and attracted to the dark side. That’s the whole reason why I’m busting my hump trying to make a go of the club. Just get off my fucking case.”
Hunter looked intently at him. “You know we need a Sybar woman, Zane. These regular women that you supply me and Kaden with from the club never quite satisfy.” He laughed. “Sure, some of them have great bodies and are tidy little fucks, but we need a Sybar woman. I know they’re real fucking rare, but we all need one, end of conversation.”
Zane could see his brother’s point. “Yeah, I know, bro. I’ll see to it. Where’s Kaden?”
“He’s still working. He’s fixing the fence at the far end of the ranch. It’s needed doing for some time now.” Hunter paused and took a deep breath. “All he can think of is pussy. Sybar pussy.”
Zane placed his arm around his younger brother’s shoulder. “Yeah, I know, as I’ve just said, I’ll figure it out.”
* * * *
Zane sat at the bar, a large bourbon in front of him. It was his fifth in the last ninety minutes, and things were starting to feel a little hazy. The club was doing exceptionally well, with regular clientele. On some nights, Lucifer’s was so full he had to turn customers away. It was a lucrative business, and Zane and his brothers enjoyed the trappings of wealth that were finally coming their way.
The police were regular visitors to the club. Supposedly just to check that everything was above board and legal. They would usually leave after an hour or two, having sampled his booze free of charge.
Fuck, he hated the cops, but he knew it was best to keep on the right side of them. They could close him down without a backward glance, and he knew it. The day the cops started to demand money up front, he’d close the joint down himself and move on. In his heart he was still just a good old-fashioned cowboy, like his brothers.
He felt a pair of warm, feminine hands cover his eyes. “Guess who, darlin’?”
He took a slug of bourbon. “I’m not in the mood, Chantelle.”
“Oh, honey, don’t be like that. Is there nothing I can do to make you smile?”
He swiveled in his chair to be met by six feet and one hundred and forty pounds of the sexiest regular woman alive. Long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sultry, feminine aroma assaulted his senses. Her tits were as God made them, and to die for. Long, tanned legs seemed to go on forever before finally reaching skyscraper-tall high heels.
Chantelle was indispensable to him. Her pleasant, undemanding nature meant she was invaluable to the club. She would serve drinks to customers, as well as show clients the many amenities available in the private booths and well-equipped dungeon downstairs. Hell, she’d even help him cash up at the end of the night, lock up, and then reopen the club the following evening.
Zane liked Chantelle, just as she liked him. He had helped her out with financial problems in the past, and because of Chantelle’s generous nature, he would probably have to do so again in the future.
“Do you want me to come back with you to the ranch later?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him in a sexually provocative manner.
“Any other night, Chantelle, but,” he placed his hands on her shoulders as a gesture of affection, “not tonight.”
“Well, if you’re sure, Zane, but I can come back and pleasure all three of you boys, just like I did on Tuesday.” She touched her hand to his cock, and he felt it harden in his jeans. “You remember Tuesday, Zane, don’t you? Hunter and Kaden sure do.”
Zane laughed. “We sure do, Chantelle, and I hope there’s plenty more where that came from, but I’ve got too much on my mind tonight.”
“Well, just say the word if you change your mind, darlin’.”
He kissed her gently on the lips. “Had to deal with any oddballs lately, babe?”
“They’re all pretty odd here, Zane. You know that. This one guy wanted me to give him a private session in the dungeon downstairs, but I told him that wasn’t part of my job description, and that Lucifer’s does not employ hookers. He actually wanted me to give him a blow job while I shoved my fingers up his ass.” Her eyes widened at the mere thought of it. “Even though I refused him, he must have liked me, because he gave me a fifty-buck tip and told me I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.”
Zane sca
nned the club. In the subdued lighting, he could see two of his girls dancing in large circular cages hanging some five feet from the floor. Their scantily clad bodies gyrating in time to the music. These ladies were off limits to customers and were there purely for decoration, but Zane figured they added to the atmosphere. “Who’s the guy over there, Chantelle?” He nodded to a man being led around on a leash by a dominatrix. They were both wearing leather pants and very little else.
“Oh, they’re a couple from Ohio, it’s their first time here at Lucifer’s. Really nice, educated people, too. He told me he’s a lawyer, and I believe him. Apparently he’s really into humiliation, and the more people who see him being humiliated the better he likes it. I suppose that’s what comes of having a high-powered job. Lucifer’s allows them to let go and be themselves without anyone judging them.” She kissed him on the cheek and then looked at her watch. “Is that the time? I’ve got some new clients arriving in five minutes. They’ve booked themselves a two-hour private session in the dungeon.” She shook her head, and long, wavy blonde hair fell about her face. “It’s unprofessional to keep the customer waiting.”
Zane playfully slapped her ass as she walked away from him. “See you, babe. Keep happy, keep safe.” Fucking with Chantelle was good, but because she was just a regular girl, it could never be mind-blowing. He and his brothers needed a Sybar woman. Nothing else would do.
He ordered another shot of bourbon and took a large slug as his eyes idly scanned the club. His club. Several familiar customers gave him a nod of acknowledgement. He nodded back. Okay, so maybe their alternative lifestyle wasn’t exactly his sort of thing, but their patronage helped keep the club going. It cost nothing to show them a little respect.
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