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“Stay in Montana, or specifically
the Big W?”

“I don’t know anything for sure,
Ted, but if I do remain then it would be because the three of us
agree there could be a loving relationship growing between us.
Besides work, I intend to discover what’s in my heart. I know if my
lust had the final say, there’d be no doubts about settling here.
However, I’ve never been truly in love before and need time to sort
out everything I feel.”

“No matter how much we want you to
move in with us, we both promise not to push you to make a
decision. Right, Ted?”

“Yup. We want you to stay here and
be a family with us. We’ll give you all the time you need to come
to the same conclusion.” The younger brother held her closer and
placed a kiss on the side of her forehead.

“Can I ask a favor?”

“Of course.”

“Whatever you need,” Matt said as
he pressed his fingers into her arch.

“Anything that may happen between
us stays between us. I don’t want to do anything to shame or
embarrass my family or the company. Officially, I’m here to work on
behalf of Nakamura Enterprises. What we do together will only
happen once work on the project is done for the day and in the
privacy of your home. It would probably be best if, while we are
working or even out in public, there be no kisses, hugs, touches or
glances shared between us.”

Out of the corner of her eye she
noticed Ted move his head to look over hers at his brother. She
didn’t have to wait long to hear what silent communication had
passed between them.

“We can’t help how we may look at
you, Sakura. The moment I saw you in the diner, I was hard as a
rock and everyone there could see proof if they looked. It’s a
natural reaction and will surely happen time and again. What we
promise is we won’t do anything to satisfy our needs if anyone is
around to see it.” What Ted said about being turned on by her had
the pulse in her pussy restarting its pounding beat. She could feel
his erection prodding her back and looked over to see Matt was in a
similar condition.

Actually, she understood what he
meant since she’d struggled to keep a lid on her desire to touch
them.

“Yes, okay. Fine.”

Sakura looked over her shoulder at
Ted and then at Matt, who was working on her ankles. They didn’t
consult or look at each other about what she’d told them. She knew
their lack of communication wasn’t because they weren’t taking her
seriously. It had more to do with something Matt had told her on
their last night in Osaka. He’d said, “What’s mine is Ted’s and
what’s his is mine.”

The time she’d already spent with
them helped her understand more about them and how their idea of
family worked. Already Sakura knew she wanted to be included in
their circle.

“All we want is for you to wake up
every day with a smile on your face and the same as you fall asleep
each night.” Ted was as gentle as his brother. They hid nothing
from her. Neither feelings nor appearances, nothing but the
complete truth was offered, and she was comforted knowing that
about them.

“Thank you.” She was eager to see
what the next few of months held for them.

Sakura inched forward on her knees
and cursed the unbearable humidity in the sealed room. They’d set
up fans in the barn office, but they weren’t powerful enough to
move the dead air.

The office was at the back of the
barn, with doors to both the stalls and outside. To ensure minimal
problems from the external environment were introduced to the
computers, most of the work would take place outside with handheld
devices. The office itself would remain clean, or as clean as they
could keep it.

The program they were installing
for the Big W would keep an inventory of their cattle in a way both
the US and Japanese governments approved. There was a detailed
depth to the program required by her home country. The Wilsons
worked to adhere to those rules to ensure they’d be able to export
their beef without any issues, and do it by not breaking any
American laws.

Up to this point, the only hiccup
in the project was getting the HVAC up and running. Unfortunately,
amongst other parts, a special filter was being specifically made
for use in a barn and had delayed the installation. There was still
work to be done, which left her sweating buckets as she crawled
around beneath the table.

“I will be happy when we finally
finish securing these cables to the floor. There is sweat dripping
from my body, maybe I should be doing this naked. Were you able to
find more clips?” she asked her friend when the door from outside
squeaked, telling her someone had walked in.

She was met with silence, which was
weird. Molly had been quieter than normal lately, although she was
sure Jon Black was the reason. Her friend seemed to like him. She
couldn’t remember ever seeing Molly weak at the knees like she was
with this particular man. Maybe she was finally ready to move on
from the past. She hoped it was true, her friend deserved to find
love.

Twisting around, she bent down
further and looked under her bent arm to see what was
up.

Instead of a small set of sneakers,
she found a large pair of well-worn dusty boots. Her mouth dropped
open, followed by her forehead dropping to the floor with a gust of
air rushing out. Had she claimed to be a dirty girl who should be
crawling around naked?

Where her mind ultimately settled
was no surprise—it was a naughty place.

A pair of boots and a hint of jeans
had her pussy throbbing and her ass subtly pushing higher in the
air for attention. Mere hints of Matt backed up by the sound of his
voice tempted her to strip down and throw herself at him. Neither
he nor his brother had touched her since the first night on the
couch. A kiss every night and a random ass pat, but nothing
else.

She was at the point of begging for
their attention. Matt’s in particular, because his boots told her
he was standing there. She was hungry for one of them to touch her,
and he was handy.

All she could think about was how
his cock would press inside her heat with strength and purpose as
he held onto her hips and fucked her to heaven. All of it and more
was exactly what she wanted, only the words wouldn’t come out to
make it happen.

What was wrong with her?

“I remember you being in a similar
position when we were together in Osaka, only you were naked,” he
murmured. “I’ve missed you, Sakura.” His words were accompanied by
a hand stroking over her jean-covered backside before a finger
traced along the seam to her pussy.

Startled, she thrust her head and
rear upward and bumped the table. Had it actually happened? Had he
finally touched her intimately or was it all in her imagination?
She rubbed her head and blushed. It was probably the latter because
there had been few sexual touches. Kisses, yes—absolutely, there
had been plenty of those—but nothing else.

She tried her best to ignore the
sweat dripping down her back as she backed out from under the
table. Standing up, she used her forearm to wipe her forehead and
turned to smile at him.

Seeing Matt stole her breath. Even
though she saw him every day, she wasn’t prepared for the
gorgeously restrained cowboy hunk standing there. All he wore were
jeans, t-shirt, boots, and a hat, and they were all
filthy.

Turned on, she couldn’t stop her
eyes from tracing his body beneath the clothes.

Long legs, one slightly bent, led
to his groin which she tried to skate over, but not before she
noticed the erection he sported. Without thinking about what she
was doing, Sakura reached out and traced the length of the bulge
between two fingers. The hard flesh was firm and
twitched.

Was that her panting? She wasn’t
sure and didn’t care; he was letting her satisfy her
needs.

Touching him was dangerous. She
circled a fingertip under his balls, then pulled her hands away and
continued with her perusal. With hands on his hips, her gaze raked
across his muscular chest and stopped on his pecs. She wanted to
run her hands over those two firm mounds and rub her thumbs over
the hard nipples poking out.

Before she humiliated herself and
actually drooled, Sakura moved on to take in his face. It was
difficult to see beneath the shadow cast by the brim of his hat.
The scruffy chin was interesting. She’d never seen him unshaved and
dirty, but liked it and found him sexy as sin.

Trying to regain her composure, she
looked past his grin to Matt’s green eyes. She was sure he knew the
trouble she was in and appeared to be enjoying her
discomfort.

“I won’t say a word,” he told her
while he ran a finger across her lips.

Confused and yet caught by his
touch, she could only query, “What?”

“About you sweating and crawling
around naked,” he murmured and slipped his thumb between her
lips.

Having his bare flesh within her
grasp was too much to take. Sakura opened her mouth further and
sucked on the digit. The finger was hard and reminded her of when
she’d last had his cock between her lips. After a few seductive,
cheek hollowing sucks, she gentled her touch by curling her tongue
around the stiff flesh.

He stepped closer until her
backside landed on the table. Matt moved between her legs until his
prick rested between her breasts. With his thumb still in her mouth
and a fierce look on his face, he whispered what was on his
mind.

“Right now I’m remembering how you
sucked on my cock. Your lips were the brightest red and looked
stunning surrounding my hard-on. Then you almost had me coming
before I was ready. It was your gorgeous painted nipples. Oh fuck,
those red tips have featured in many a masturbation session since I
first laid eyes on them.”

All it took was his words to bring
her breasts to full alert and thrust out for attention. The
moisture pooling in her slit threatened to spill and renewed the
strength of her mouth sucking his flesh. She wanted all he’d given
her during their one night together and what he’d dangled in front
of her—his brother. She wanted each of them individually, and
together.

“Have you painted them since you’ve
been on the Big W?” Reaching down, he strummed both thumbs over the
hardened tips before pinching them and she groaned.

She looked up at him and could do
nothing other than give him the truth.

“I did, a few weeks ago when we
were running the tests between the handhelds and mainframe.” Sakura
had a feeling her confession would get to him because she’d been
sitting between the two brothers for a couple of hours and they
hadn’t known what she had on beneath her shirt. They didn’t know
about the other surprise, either, but hopefully they soon
would.

Forgetting about her own rules, she
decided to go for an all-out seduction. Wrapping her legs around
his, she leaned back on her elbows and prepared to take what she
wanted.

“Come here, lover.”

With released hunger, he leaned
down and kissed her breathlessly. This was what she wanted, and she
lost herself in his possession. His tongue twirled and danced
around hers at the same time his fingers pinched a nipple hard
enough to make her throw her head back with a gasp.

She fell back on the table and he
followed her down.

Each touch, every kiss they shared
sent her spiraling swiftly into lust— nothing but getting off
mattered.

Matt squeezed her breast firmly
while his other hand held her wrists stretched above her head. She
took the first move as his showing how he was unable to control his
need for her and used her legs to bring him even closer. The wrists
were all about ensuring she couldn’t move away, not that she wanted
to leave him.

She wanted to reach down and
unbutton his jeans, push them down, and grab hold of the hard cock
poking her stomach. Then she’d stroke it until he broke down,
pulled her own jeans off, and took her pussy. Finally, despite what
happened between them in Japan, they’d actually fuck for the first
time.

Pretending to be a geisha for Matt
had been a delightful experience, but had denied her actual
intercourse, and she was starved for it.

Pulling his lips from hers, he
started to drop kisses down her neck. After biting her earlobe and
tugging it, he moved down to the tender spot between her neck and
shoulder. She wanted to laugh but could only moan and tried to pull
her hands down again, only to be denied.

The resistance teased her already
shattered passion, and the throbbing in her pussy
increased.

His lips moved down her chest and
the first button on her blouse was released. Excitement had her
lifting her breasts up for his attention and the second button was
set free. Any second now he’d discover earlier she’d taken off her
bra. Normally she wouldn’t go without one, but being in the hot
office for more than an hour had called for desperate
measures.

“Fucking fabulous, boobs spilling
free,” he muttered as he moved her blouse aside and revealed a bare
breast. Matt leaned over and swirled his tongue around her nipple
before he placed his teeth around the hard tip.