Giddy Up (2 page)

“I meant that I would like to tie
you up so you couldn’t move, put a plug in your ass, and play with
it while I fuck your sweet pussy.” Her groan reminded him of the
sounds that came from her during their passionate night together.
“Your nipples are hard, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” she quietly
admitted.

“Have to tell you that I loved how
you painted them red. If you come over, will you do that for me
again? For us?”

“Us?” Sakura sounded
unsure.

“Yes, us. Have you ever thought
about being the center of more than one man’s lusty
attention?”

“I have since you mentioned it,”
Sakura confided.

“What do you think about
it?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like
anything I’ve ever done before, although I admit it makes me hot
just thinking about it.”

“Well, it’s almost time for you to
make a choice, my beautiful geisha.”

“What do you mean?”

“In a couple of months you’ll be
coming to us and the Big W. If my memory serves right, you had to
volunteer for handling the project. Am I right?”

“You’re right.”

“Okay, then I need you to take some
time to seriously think about what we’re offering. I want you,
Sakura, very much, and I think my brother will as well. I’ve told
him all about you, those delightful candied nipples, and easily
excitable clit. But we want a partner, someone who wants to settle
down on our ranch to work hard and fuck even harder.”

“Oh, yes, I think I
understand.”

“If you come here, we’ll do
whatever we can to keep you satisfied. However, if having two men
pleasure you isn’t something you want, then no harm, no foul. Send
someone else to oversee the installation.”

“What about love? I’m also not
looking for a playmate or two without there being something more
involved. I want to know I’m still loved when I’m no longer young
and eager to experiment with sex.”

Her words and tone of voice gave
Matt a hint that she was already emotionally invested in him.
Hiding behind a geisha’s makeup and acting like a prostitute in
order to have him suddenly made more sense.

“I care a great deal about you,
Sakura. Is it love, a lifelong love? I don’t know, but I can
already see myself with you when we’re old and grey. However, I’m
all about being truthful and upfront before getting into anything
that involves sex. I don’t want any confusion about where we’re all
headed together. So, I’m all in, it’s between you and Ted. The
Wilson brothers are a package deal. Take one, take us
both.”

“What about, I mean, could we, is
it…” Confusion had taken her over.

“Take a deep breath and relax.” He
tried to calm her down, and himself as well. It hadn’t been optimal
to have the serious conversation over the phone, but he knew life
wasn’t always perfect. “You don’t need to do anything right now,
there’s plenty of time to think it through. That’s all we ask, and
that you come over only if you think you could be with us both.
Fair enough?”

“Yes, sounds fair.”

“Don’t worry so much, everything
will work out the way it’s meant to. Now hang up and get on with
your day. Time is ticking.”

After saying goodbye, he
disconnected and downed the last of his whisky. He set the glass
down flopped back against the couch. He closed his eyes and
pictured the beautiful woman sitting behind her desk over five
thousand miles away.

“She’ll be ours,” he assured Ted.
They were all meant to be together, why else had he held onto the
desire to possess a geisha for so long?

“We’d better fix up the room at the
top of the stairs for her. Every woman needs a place to call her
own.”

“I think she should stay at the
cottage to start. We can’t pressure her, no matter how much we want
to keep her here.”

“Can you believe we’re doing this?”
Sakura looked out the passenger window at the vast stretch of open
land they drove through and was awed. Everything, from the sky to
the grass-covered hills, seemed more beautiful and oversized than
she’d imagined.

Then again, there was one thing
many people she’d asked what to expect with her trip to America had
all agreed upon. They’d claimed it was a big country, bigger than a
person could ever envisage and full of grand, open spaces. They
were right.

“What?” Molly asked for
clarification because there were a few things she couldn’t believe
they were actually doing. “Driving ourselves around rural America,
a foreign country neither of us ever visited before? Or are you
more surprised your parents actually said yes?”

“It’s work,” Sakura claimed, and
eventually finished the thought. “I was the best person for the
job. Besides, the idea of me starting a satellite consultancy
company helped bring them around. Dad liked it when I explained I’d
be doing the same thing I do now, only in America. Even though it
wasn’t specifically said, I’m sure he believes I’ll set it up, hand
it over to someone he recommends, and return home.

“It would suit him fine to have a
foothold over here. He thinks the more ranches brought in line with
the Japanese government’s import requirements, the more quality
beef will be made available,” Sakura added. “As a result, the
prices will be kept down. No matter how he looks at it, more
business will appeal to him.”

“True, although I know you hope our
time here will be much more than work, or have you changed your
mind about the personal bit?” Molly was her best friend and knew
what was in her mind sometimes better than she did.

Memories and fantasies filled with
passion and lust flooded Sakura’s head. They were always there,
making her horny, but right then she vividly remembered every bit
of detail. The heat of need exploded inside her, making her squirm
in the front seat. She squeezed her legs even closer together in a
bid for comfort.

There was no doubt in her heart or
body she wanted more of Matt. She had to discover what her feelings
for him actually were, and she also wanted to meet Ted, very much.
They’d spoken quite a few times over the past couple of months, and
she believed she already knew him.

However, she didn’t know if she was
ready to delve into a relationship with him and his brother. She
needed more time to discover what was between them, if anything,
before they took the next step.

Lust alone wasn’t enough to keep
her on their ranch.

“No, I haven’t, nor will I. But…”
Sakura wasn’t sure how to finish what was in her head. There were
no second thoughts, which was odd. No, what she felt was nervous.
Excitement and one big question raced through her mind: what if
Matt didn’t want her as Sakura as much as he’d claimed, but
preferred her as Yuki, the prostitute geisha?

“Look, the GPS says we aren’t too
far away from their ranch. Why don’t we stop at the next place we
see, get something to eat? They don’t have an exact time of when to
expect us. We’ll call when we’re ready and tell them we’re here.”
Molly always knew exactly what to do to make a situation easier to
handle.

Sakura decided if she ended up
staying, then she needed to find a way to keep her best friend in
America as well. It may have seemed selfish, but she’d be lost
without the other woman. Who knows, maybe the men in this rugged
state would appeal to her since none had in England or
Japan.

“Good idea.”

They’d driven for at least an hour
without seeing anyone or anything except mountains in the distance
and cows—miles and miles of bovines walking, eating, drinking, even
lying down and doing nothing. She wasn’t bored, but the repetition
allowed her mind to sink into places full of nothing but
questions.

It wasn’t long before they passed a
sign stating they were entering Gardiner, and Sakura was giddy with
excitement. She was in Matt’s territory this time and had no idea
what to expect. Anything could happen and she was ready…okay,
almost ready.

“Over there, on the left, looks
like a diner. I’ve grown to adore these icons of Americana. How
many dishes do you think we’ll find with both cheese and potatoes?
I’m going for twelve, unless they have breakfast, lunch, and dinner
on one menu, then I’ll say over thirty.” Sakura laughed with her
friend as they made their usual wager.

It had started out as a way to make
the different food easier to understand. Over time it became the
way they figured out who paid. The money came out of the same
expense account, but added an interesting element to their
meals.

“Darn, you’ve picked what I
would’ve said. Okay, I’m going low. Seven and, if all three are
there, then eighteen.” Molly slowed down and pulled into the
parking lot surrounding a tidy building with lots of big windows.
They both breathed a sigh of relief as she turned off the
engine.

“I knew this country was big, but
down here on the ground it feels massive. I didn’t realize how much
time it would take to drive from one place to the next, and we’re
not even near the West Coast.” Every hour they’d spent in the car
had solidified each joint and muscle in her body.

They stepped out of the car and
stretched their arms and legs, seeking some relief and ability to
move normally. They were used to small towns, but knew not everyone
in them were comfortable seeing strangers invade their
space.

While neither Sakura nor Molly
dwelled on what they looked like, it wasn’t long before they
realized what a unique picture they presented when together. She
was a Japanese woman with black hair, brown eyes, and light brown
tinted skin, and her best friend was an Englishwoman with blond
hair, blue eyes, and whiter than white skin. They also spoke with
different accents.

During their trip to America,
starting in North Carolina, there had been no threats made against
them, although a lot of people silently stared. A couple of times
they’d been uncomfortable, but learned to ignore it. They
understood there were people everywhere around the world who didn’t
like to be faced with something new and different, at least not
without a warning.

“I imagine it would take at least a
week of straight driving with little sleep, minimal food, and
bathroom stops to make it from one side to the other. Wouldn’t that
be a great way to explore this wonderful country?” Molly shared the
thought, but didn’t sound sure she could actually do it.

“Honestly, anything having to do
with sitting in a car doesn’t sound like fun. Maybe it will after
I’ve eaten and slept in the same place for at least two days in a
row. Come on, let’s go inside and not think about
driving.”

They locked arms and walked inside,
laughing.

“It looks like you two ladies are
having a great day,” a pretty woman greeted them with a wonderfully
open smile.

Sakura was pleased to find someone
who represented the image she had of Americans. Happy with life,
which she believed meant they were open to meeting new and
different people.

“We’ve spent hours, days, driving
here and couldn’t be happier to have finally made it.” Sakura
smiled back as she shared what they were doing. She enjoyed talking
about their adventure with others and it was still
happening.

“Sounds like a long and tedious
trip. Where have you come from?” The waitress slipped out from
behind the counter with menus in one hand and a big glass filled
with what looked like a cola in the other. With a subtle nod, she
led them to a comfortable booth overlooking a green patch leading
to a river. “I’m curious because of the accent I hear.”

“You answer, Sakura. I need to use
the bathroom.” Molly looked at the hostess for help.

“Sorry, you’ll find it over in the
corner. Go down the hallway and the ladies’ room is the first door
on the left.” The woman pointed in the direction Molly needed to go
and she made quick work of going. “Now, I must know because you two
ladies sound different.”

“Well, I’m from Japan and my friend
is an Englishwoman who lives in Japan. We drove from Chicago, but
started this trip in North Carolina. It’s been a beautiful drive.
Each state seems different from the last, but we are
wiped.”

“My goodness, you two have traveled
quite a distance. Are you here to explore Yellowstone or passing
through?”

“We hope to see the park and
everything else Montana offers, but we’re actually here for
business.”

“Well, my name is Sunny and I’m
here most days. Come find me and I’ll give you ideas on what you
must see and do around here. Many of them aren’t listed in any tour
books.”

“We’ll definitely come to you for
information, although work comes first. We’re actually here to meet
with Matt and Ted Wilson, of the Big W cattle ranch. Maybe you know
them?” There was an aura of ease and comfort in being with this
woman. Unfortunately, the ridiculous question slipped out of her
mouth before she could stop it. America was a massive country and
Montana a big state. Because they were close to their ranch didn’t
mean everyone knew each other.

“What a small world. I know
them.”