by Tilly Greene
It lightened her mind to share with them what was in her heart. Explaining the twists and turns going on inside her head wasn’t easy, but she’d put it out there and knew it brought them all closer to each other.
“This is your home, Sakura. We’re a family,” Matt emphasized his point by pressing a kiss on her parted lips.
“Even before I left for Japan, we talked on the phone about everything from the import rules to what was your favorite western film. We talked for hours and I was enchanted. Then you were there, at the airport to pick me up, and I had to constantly remind myself it was work between us, nothing else.
“My last night there was about fulfilling a fantasy I’ve had about geishas since I was a schoolboy, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He brushed away hair that had fallen across her face. She took the sharp fierce light in his green eyes and was entranced.
Their flirting chatter before and during his trip to her family’s company in Osaka had been enjoyable, harmless fun. By the end of his trip, after an anonymous night of sex, she’d wanted much more with him. Sakura had fulfilled fantasies for them both in acting the submissive geisha, but never considered how her deception had been for Matt.
“I’m sorry, you must’ve been angry with me once you realized I was the woman beneath all the makeup.” With all the happiness in her life, she was genuinely upset for having caused him any disruption.
“No, I was never angry. There was a moment when I called out your name while we had sex and I was pissed. A man never gets the name of his partner wrong when they’re in a vulnerable position like sex, prostitute or not. The only reason I have for it happening is how badly I wanted the geisha to be you. When I found out, all I could think of was how to get you here. Now you are and I don’t want to let you go.”
At first it was a gentle connection between them, but rather quickly their kiss turned to a pursuit for something else. The tip of her tongue slid out and teased the seam of Matt’s, and it was as if a flood gate had opened. Tongues tangled and twirled around each other, slipping into his mouth and tempting his to follow back into her’s.
They knew she wanted them and would have their way with her, soon she hoped.
Leaning back in Ted’s arms until her head was upside down and almost in his brother’s lap, their kiss deepened even further. Despite having recently experienced glorious orgasms, she was hungry for them again. They made everything except them fade away.
With a look, a touch or a word, her heart beat faster. Tightened nipples followed and, thanks to her piercing, she was ready for one of them to take her. She waited for the command for her to strip and mount their hard cocks, condom or not, but they hadn’t said a word, nor would they.
The Wilson brothers were true gentleman cowboys. Sakura had a feeling they wouldn’t do anything until she opened the door and said something. Well, she’d done something pretty close to that at the shelter, now what?
“What, oh dear,” she murmured as Ted gently pulled her away from kissing Matt and shifted her legs until they were spread on either side of his hips. The pommel was in her back and pushed her chest up even further and left her head to rest along his horse’s neck. She dropped her arms along the horse’s side in a bid for balance. It was a useless move, but she needed to do something to stop from feeling as if she were seconds away from falling to the ground.
While she and Matt had been occupied with a delightful tongue dance, Ted had unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open. She hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on for the easy ride back to the ranch and right then was pleased she hadn’t. Feeling free and decadent, she almost giggled with her breasts open to the sun riding high in the big blue sky.
“Present your breasts to me, princess,” Ted murmured while running a finger down the center of her chest down to her belly button.
“I’ll fall,” she told him her insecurity, but was intrigued by the saucy command.
“I won’t let you fall, promise.” He gripped her waist with both hands and she knew she was secure.
Trusting him, she carefully brought her hands up to her breasts. Cupping them allowed her to run her thumbs across her nipples and caused them to pebble even further. The strokes may have been to tempt him but it also excited her, making her legs grip his waist even tighter.
“Pinch them for us. Pinch, twist, and pull until you want to scream.” Ted told her what to do and when she turned to look at Matt, she could see they both wanted to see her play with her nipples.
At the center of their attention was exactly where she wanted to be. Accepting that particular point and being there sent her passion even closer to releasing. Fine, they could excite her beyond belief, but she could do the same to them and hopefully make them break.
Using her forefingers, she ran them around each of her nipples, slowly enough to draw their eyes to her breasts. Once she had their focused attention, Sakura started to strum the tips before going back to circling. Back and forth she went, then she found what she wanted. The green and hazel of their eyes had all but disappeared into black.
She had their attention and need.
Pinching the tips lightly, she gave a slight tug and circled them again. A moan floated around her and she pinched again.
From there the calculated seduction was forgotten. She needed one of them, hopefully both, to take her to the ground and take her, lack of condom be damned.
Desire took over and she plucked at the tips, pinching and pulling on them until she was seconds from slipping her hand down to her pussy and making herself come.
Ted leaned down and nudged one of her hands out the way. Not knowing what else to do with it, she gripped his hair as he teased the hard-tipped nipple with his tongue. Circling the hard nub over and over again, Ted made her gasp when he used his back teeth to gnaw on the sensitive flesh.
He pulled the trapped nipple away from her breast and muttered to his brother, “Tasty morsel.”
In that moment she knew she was a truly wicked woman. Almost nude and open for whatever they had planned to do with her. She knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.
“Looks like it,” Matt said as he leaned over to resume their lip lock. He took her moan of pleasure then drew another when he ran a finger down the stretched and exposed line of her throat. Every touch of theirs was seductive and left her head spinning. Their passion encouraged hers to rise up and act the temptress for them. Sharing the pleasure between them was a moment of pure joy she never wanted to end.
Sakura gripped both their heads and held on. She had no idea where they were headed, but knew she’d enjoy the ride.
With the vast amount of body parts, some covered and others not, she wasn’t sure who touched her where and it didn’t matter. Right then she was cherished and wanted. One of their fingers found her jeans-covered clit, and suddenly her slit was pulsating wildly with need. The digit moved in a firm and decisive circle. She was close to coming when a vibration rumbled along her thigh and liquid heat pooled in her pussy.
She wondered about how one minute she’d discovered more about them being together, and the next she was a breath away from climaxing, and couldn’t think. With a gentle kiss and a delightful twisting tug on her nipples, the tremors built again. They ran up her leg and she came with a scream.
While trying to catch her breath, it came to her how Matt and Ted were her yin and yang, only they handled her with soft yet naughty touches. Smiling over the realization, she opened her eyes to share the news, and found herself held tightly in Ted’s arms.
Running his hand up and down her side, soothing her ravished nerves, he shared what had set him on a path to break her apart.
“Your breasts were free, bouncing with the ride, and then you pressed the loose mounds against me. I couldn’t take it anymore. They’re delicious balls of flesh.” Ted squeezed one firmly and leaned down to lick the trapped hard tip poking out from between his fingers before he finished speaking. “I couldn’t ignore them, not knowing they were basically n
aked with one thin layer of clothes separating me from them. I’m weak in their presence.”
She found nothing weak about Ted or Matt. However, she liked the idea he found it hard to ignore her breasts, especially since she got off on how well his teeth worked them over. Her nipple still tingled from his supposed failing. No, she’d take even more of how he handled them, without question.
“Should I burn my bras?” Sakura offered a joking solution to spread the fun even further.
“It’s a great idea, although I think you need to wear one when out and about the ranch. Your breasts are a tempting sight for any red-blooded male, and we have quite a few of them who work for us. They’re already checking you out while you’re out there tagging with us.” Matt almost sounded territorial and she liked hearing the tone in his words.
“But you can ditch them when we’re inside—shoot, you can go naked if you’d like. You definitely won’t hear us complain about seeing you walking bare around the house.” Ted was wicked and she liked that about him. Maybe one day she’d surprise them and do just that; otherwise, no, she wasn’t much of a nudist.
“I think I’ll save walking around in the nude as a surprise. You two might get tired of seeing my curvy backside if I do it too often.” She was proud of her body and knew they enjoyed it. There was proof poking her thigh.
“That’s impossible, sweetheart.” Matt reached over and plucked her from his brother’s lap, and draped her over his. The move looked effortless by his strength, but she could feel the power radiating off his body with waves of heat.
Feeling frisky, she unbuttoned enough of his shirt to drop a kiss on a pec. Matt took a deep breath and his chest swelled at the light touch. It was odd, but she was in control of the man who lifted her as if she were a feather. Releasing a third button, she moved his shirt to the side. She licked the pebbled nipple and strummed the other. He groaned and tightened his hold around her back.
Tilting her head to the side, she took his tender flesh between her front teeth. Worrying the trapped nipple, she looked up and found his eyes glued to where they were connected. There was fire burning in his eyes and she wondered how far she could push him before it raged out of control.
Sakura trailed her thumb from his other nipple down to his bellybutton and started to tease beneath the waistband of his jeans. The belt was practical, but it made it difficult to take her seduction any further. She settled on running her fingers over the jean covered hard-on. She wanted to sit on him, take him in her pussy, and ride him to climax.
“Play time is over, you two. We need to get back. The HVAC contractor is at the ranch. He has the special filter you requested and the other parts as well. He says he’s ready to finish installing. Saki, he suggested having you specifically on site when he does the final testing of the system.”
Disappointed, she looked over at Ted to suggest a slight delay, only he was putting his mobile back in his pocket. Finally she knew where the rumble along her leg came from.
“It was your phone pushing my climax to the edge!”
“What?” Ted queried as he gathered Star’s reins, which he’d wrapped around his ankle. Matt finished buttoning her blouse and attempted to tuck it into her jeans, then settled her back on her saddle.
“The urgency of my climax surprised me and I couldn’t figure out why. Well, I remember these shudders rushing from my thigh directly to my pussy. They must have been Ted’s phone vibrating.” Sakura put her feet in the stirrups and was pleased to have figured out the mystery, sort of. Actually, she was looking and had found a diversion. She needed to somehow ignore her disappointment at being denied further play.
There was plenty of time for them to be together, particularly when there were condoms handy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Over the last seven weeks of work, the project to get the Big W Ranch in line with the Japanese government’s tracking requirements to approve import of their beef was finished.
They had close to a hundred and fifty calves tagged, and all newborns from this point on would join the program. An electronic pseudo-passport would be digitally created for each animal and follow every aspect of their life on the ranch. It was time consuming, but worth it.
Each calf had been tagged in both ears. It was a just-in-case scenario if one was ever lost. Under an individual identification code, everything from who its parents were, the color of its coat, unusual markings if any, what it was fed, how illnesses were treated, and much more would be noted.
The program was one she’d created, and each time she installed it she tweaked it to fit individual operations. She was proud to see how well the program worked. The Big W was her first installation outside of Japan and she considered it a success.
Sakura had been content to work in her family’s beef supply business, but nothing else. In order to survive, she’d found an area interesting to her and stuck with it. After much hard work, she’d built a program the Japanese government could approve. She’d actually received their official stamp of approval.
What she ultimately created was a system importers could use which would help them adhere to Japan’s new tough beef regulations instead of waiting until they landed only to be rejected.
Coming to Montana had been one of many firsts. She knew it would’ve been more difficult without Ted and Matt to help keep her grounded. Together, they’d worked through setbacks, technical glitches, and celebrated the positive feedback and successes.
The Big W project had become a group effort the day they’d all stood in a field with some of the other cowboys and brainstormed a solution for calves with subjective coloring. It had been exciting—no two days were alike. She liked how they were a team, professionally as well as personally. It was the latter relationship she wanted to settle once and for all.
The way her fingers danced across the table showed her nerves. She’d called her father to give them the good news. Besides the good, there was the complicated. It was time to update them on her other plans as well, and that was not going to be easy.
“Yes, Papa, I am pleased with how well Molly and I implemented the program in a new to us environment. There were a few challenges that could only happen under small ranch conditions that I’ve noted in my report. I’ll finish it in the next couple of days and email it to you.” Sakura was glad the conversation was going well, although she expected it to change with the news she still had to pass over.
If only she knew how to lie, it would definitely make things easier. However, not telling the truth would never sit well with her and besides, it was her life’s path she wanted to share with them.
“You sound pleased with your efforts and you should be. Your mother and I are proud of your accomplishments. Have you thought anymore about setting up a consultancy business? The software program is copyrighted and equipment patented by Nakamura Enterprises, but it’s all in your name and yours to do with as you want.”
“Thank you, Papa. It is quite an honor you’ve given me.” She was surprised he’d included her name on the official paperwork. It would’ve been more like him to leave it all Nakamura.
“We can easily expand the department staffing levels and put more money into promoting the program. What do you think about us putting a team together to attend conferences across America? It would be a good platform where we could spread the word about how best to ensure clear import channels into Japan.”
“Actually I have, but I was thinking it would work better to open an office here in Montana. Canada is another market where we could do some work. Bozeman, the nearest big city which is within a half-hour drive, is close to the Canadian border as well as within the majority of U.S. ranch belt. It also has an airport with good links to the rest of the country.” She tried to point out the benefits of staying for business purposes, but none of that mattered.
Matt and Ted were here and therefore where she wanted to be, consultancy firm or not.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, and said nothing more. She hoped he was thi
nking it through rather than hearing more of what she wasn’t saying.
The silence was driving her crazy. She was on the verge of bursting out with the truth making her heart sing. She was thrilled the project had gone well and was excited to take the next step, but it was the two men she would meet up with later who made her happy.
“I’ve been taking notes as we worked and have a plan worked out, which Matt and Ted—”
“Ted? Matt mentioned there was a brother back at the ranch who was the more hands on to his business knowledge. Is he pleased with how the project has gone?”
“Yes, Papa, yes he is.” She hemmed and hawed to stall for a moment in taking the conversation to the next level. It was going to be difficult and she could delay things further, but for her peace of mind and the future, she had to tell him. “There’s something else I have to tell you and, well, please hear me out before you say anything.”
Sakura waited a few seconds at most for him to agree, but it was all she could manage.
“I’m also staying in Montana because I’m in love and I believe loved in return,” she said in one breath. She was halfway through and he jumped in.
“Is it Matt Wilson?”
“Yes, but—” Before she could tell him about Ted, he gave his approval of sorts.
“I liked him from the moment I met him. He’s a good man, although I would have preferred if he’d come to me to discuss the change in your relationship.” Her father was forward thinking when it came to business, but not when it came to male/female relationships or family structure.
It was her life and choice, and her father had to be told. The conversation had to come from her heart.
“Papa, it’s my life, my heart that belongs to both Matt and Ted Wilson. I needed to be the one telling you I was staying in Montana to be with them. Both of them.” She could tell him the consultancy mattered more, only it wasn’t true. Business ran a distant second to the men in her life.
