Branded

Branded

by

Tilly Greene

Montana is Sizzling!

There are four cowboys who work hard
and play even harder. They like their sex to be fun, dirty hot and
gratifying. Whether the passion happens in a barn, shack, field or
bedroom, with their partners bound and played with or taken vanilla
style, everyone leaves satisfied.

Love isn’t something they’ve thought
about until they meet the women who make their hearts beat faster.
They know they want to be loved by their ladies as they tie them
up, play and pleasure them, but they also believe there is much
more they don’t know and are willing to learn.

Matt and Ted Wilson, Jon Black and
Courtland Dickerson are best friends, have been since childhood.
Finally, these cowboys have found love and are enjoying kinky sex
behind white picket fences they always wanted. They couldn’t be
happier, but are they ready to full commit to one woman?

WARNING: Inside this book there’s
bondage play with toys, piercings and a tattoo, ménages, wait, did
I mention toys? Prepare for a red hot read!

This is a work of fiction. Any
references to historical events, real people, or real locales are
used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents
are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to
actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, make believe or
real, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2014 by Tilly
Greene

Edited by Kat Lively

Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design,
LLC

Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved. No part of this
book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without
written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied
in reviews.

Note from Author: Branded are
contemporary western erotic romances with some multicultural and
there’s also ménage a trois, bondage, toys, tattoos, piercings and
more at 86,000 words. This is its first release as an
anthology.

Branded includes:

Ride ‘em [with Ellora’s Cave and not
in book]

Konnichiwa Cowboys

Giddy Up

Jon Black’s Woman

A Kinky Ride

This series is dedicated entirely,
from start to finish, to the most fantastic readers on the
planet.

I adore you all and want to thank
you for letting me know since the time of Sunflower Forever Free
through Sakura to Molly how you wanted more from the kinky cowboys
in Montana. Every time I wrote a story the call immediately came
out for the next. It was a pleasure to write the path these cowboys
and their ladies take to happiness - I enjoyed every moment I spent
with them and you.

Happy hugs to each and every one of
you … it’s been a fun ride!

Tilly.

Konnichiwa Cowboy

A business trip to Japan opens the
door to Matt Wilson's satisfying a long held fantasy, only there's
a slight hiccup called Sakura Nakamura. Sakura is smart, funny and
gorgeous, everything he wants in a woman, but can’t have, not if he
wants to do business with her father. Unfortunately, he forgot to
tell her that and everything changes after one night.

Is it a geisha or infatuated
workmate who fulfills the visiting cowboy's fantasy?

“Incredible! I can’t believe it’s
really me under all this makeup. You’re a master with a makeup
brush.” Sakura Nakamura looked closely in the mirror at the
elaborate makeup Molly, her best friend, had taken hours to
apply.

Her entire face, neck, and a small
portion of her chest were covered in a thick matte white paste. In
contrast, a stark, kohl black liner outlined her eyes and formed
dramatic eyebrows. The final touch, a bright red dot painted on the
center of both her upper and lower lips, left her with an exotic,
pursed appearance. Men around the world found the geisha look
erotic, and she could see why.

It had been her decision to answer
Matt’s request personally. She had used the expected image to hide
her identity, and put on solid black contact lenses to take it a
step further. She wanted to be with the man, intimately, yet not
allow him to recognize her. That took a great deal of work and she
left nothing out, including the outlandish hairdo. All of her
straight, shoulder black hair, with long extensions added, had been
manipulated into three exaggerated buns. Molly secured each with
plenty of products and special ornate combs to keep them in place.
One of the hair ornaments had delightful bells that tinkled with
her every movement. The other two had sprigs of her favorite
flower, honeysuckle, dangling from them, which emitted a wonderful
fragrance whenever they moved. The combs were the only things she
wore that pointed to her as an individual.

Excitement and anticipation of what
was to happen caused her heart to race wildly. The night promised
to bring her most heated dreams to life, and she couldn’t wait for
it to start. Unlike how she lived each day, always doing what her
parents planned for her, tonight would be all about what she
wanted.

Sakura knew she was a dutiful
daughter, although she lived a lie. She hadn’t wanted to rebel
against her parents—they’d never meant to hurt her. They loved her
and only wanted her to have the very best. Unfortunately, their own
expectations encouraged them to raise her under strict rules,
offering her no chance to be unique.

There had been bright spots here
and there, like her first taste of independence found at college,
but graduation brought her back under their control. For as long as
she could remember, she’d done whatever they wanted, even when it
hadn’t felt right inside her heart and mind. With Matt Wilson came
a chance for her to be true to herself, free, and with someone she
wanted. She’d take their one night together and revel in being a
woman. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, just make some memories to
help her find a way to live as her parents wished.

With the complicated makeup and
hair finished, she moved on to getting dressed.

The bright red silk kimono with
cherry blossoms all over it and the green obi were hers, a gift to
honor her coming of age. Not someone to do something halfway, she’d
followed through with the image she chose to portray that evening
and would wear both geta and tabi, the traditional wooden sandals
and split toed socks. Even though she owned the odd footwear, she
found them uncomfortable. She pushed the discomfort they caused to
the back of her mind and, again, looked in the mirror.

“Is that really me?” Sakura
whispered, shock permeating her voice.

“It’s definitely you.” Laughing,
Molly circled her and checked over the changes she’d helped her
friend make while assuring her no one would see who was behind the
makeup.

“I could swear I’m wearing a mask.
There’s nothing familiar about the woman I see looking back at me.”
The moment Sakura decided to do something for herself, she felt
whole, body and soul moving together on the same path. However,
there was no future for her and Matt, even if Matt felt for her
half as much as she felt for him. Besides the distance between
Montana and Japan, they were locked into a working relationship.
She’d never shame her boss, her father, by doing anything
inappropriate.

However, last week she’d completed
her job for Nakamura Enterprises in advising a potential partner
what they needed to do to stay in line with the Japanese
government’s importation requirements. A couple of days ago, she’d
made her final report to her father, and was formally finished with
the Big W Ranch’s case.

At a loss for excuses to spend more
time with Matt, she’d handled the last item on her list in regards
to his visit. She’d called her contact at the hotel where he stayed
and asked if there were any requests for their guest’s last night.
Sakura had made such calls throughout his stay, but it turned out
to be the first time she’d been given a gift in return. The
concierge she worked with revealed Matt had asked what many Western
men sought while visiting her country. He’d requested a prostitute
dressed as a geisha. She hadn’t been turned off by discovering he
was comfortable with his sexual needs. In fact, after thinking it
through, she’d seen it as a chance for him to get what he wanted
and for her to be with him as she’d dreamt.

“Trust me, you look beautiful. Your
appearance is exactly like the woman in the picture we found.
There’s not a chance he’d recognize you beneath all this gear.
Don’t forget, he’s used to seeing you in a suit, dress, even jeans,
but not dressed like a traditional Japanese woman. Now, assure me
one more time that you know what you’re doing.”

“I really like him, Molly, more
than any other man. He makes me think about my dreams and what the
future holds. Wouldn’t that be enough of a reason to seek more time
with him? To have some memory of us together to hold close when
he’s gone?”

“Oddly enough, that makes sense to
me, which worries a different part of me. I know you wouldn’t do
anything that would put him in an awkward position businesswise,
but what about any repercussions or maybe regrets you’d have
later?”

“The only thing I would regret is
if my parents found out, but I’ve done everything possible to
ensure that won’t happen. Only you know my plan, and I trust you to
hold it close to your chest as I do. To tie up any doubts of the
professional ethics in what I’m about to do, I’m no longer working
with him. As far as my position with the company and their
negotiations with his ranch, I’m formally off the job. There’s no
longer any reason why I can’t be with him as intimately as I
want.”

She used her hands to carefully pat
her hair, and continued noting reasons why she felt confident in
moving on. “I intend to give him exactly what he wants, which also
happens to be something I’d enjoy as well. Playing the part of a
demure geisha who would do whatever the man wants excites me.
There’s a challenge to make sure whatever we do together is legal,
but I won’t lose sight of it. No matter how badly I want to feel
him possessing my body, I won’t break the law or tempt him to do
so, either. I’m not sure if he knows the laws of prostitution in
Japan, so it’s up to me to make sure we don’t do anything
wrong.”

“Well, I feel better knowing you’ve
thought it through, both the good and bad.”

“I’m sure of only one thing, Molly.
The only man I have wanted intensely leaves tomorrow. Why wouldn’t
I want to spend his last night with him?” No matter what was said
or done, she wasn’t about to back down. Not when she was minutes
away from fulfilling her hearts’ desire, as well as her hottest
dream. All the man had to do was look at her with need and she’d be
content.

“Remember, I’ll be here in case you
need anything. Okay, enough worrying, let’s finish up and get you
to his room.”

“You’re such a good
friend.”

“I’m sure you’d do the same for
me.”

“Anytime you need me, I’m there for
you.” Sakura told her friend what was in her heart and meant
it.

“I know, sweetie, I know. Come on,
it’s quarter to nine and the concierge should be waiting to let you
into his room.” Molly picked up the fan and hooked it over Sakura’s
wrist before putting the string of her purse over her other one.
“I’ve put both your mobile and a spare key for our room
inside.”

“You’ve met Matt and know he’s a
decent man, nothing horrible is going to happen. Please, turn it
off. I don’t want to receive a call from my parents while I’m
locked in a romantic clinch with a gorgeous man.” Without a word,
her friend took out the phone and put it in her pocket. “Thank you,
now relax. Enjoy the night in a posh hotel. Order a decadent meal
and champagne from room service.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. The mother
hen inside me came out. Accept that my worry won’t leave until you
return.”

“I think we need to find you a
man.” Molly looked uneasy at the teasing offer. Sakura believed the
other woman wasn’t comfortable with what she’d said and therefore
wondered yet again if her friend had been hurt, physically, by some
guy in the past. Maybe that was what brought her to Japan. Her
friend had never told her how she’d ended up in Osaka.