Whiskey's Redemption (Crown and Anchor)

by Kerri Ann

  Copyright 2017 by Kerri Ann

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  Kerri Ann. Whiskey's Redemption, Book four in the Crown and Anchor Series.

  Acknowledgments

  This was a fun write.

  You can thank my Betas for the man he is. Yes, my own growly man lead the way to creating how Whiskey reacts, taunts, teases and tortures, but if the girls that helped me shape him, there may have been a different man to love.

  When I started the Crown series these characters demanded to have a story of their own. Shouted is more like it. Carli with her sarcasm, wit and insane loyalty needed a man that could complement that. She needed a leash. So after a few hundred times of Christina PA telling me she needed her man on paper, I had to live up to the expectation of him. He’s not the only one she tells me that needs life on paper, but he was the most demanding one.

  As always my mother won’t read most of the story as there’s sex, but she loves them just the same. In the morning conversations we have--because she’s just slightly insane like me and her thoughts can be entertaining, she gives me tons to write about.

  To my dad, the original strong silent type.

  To my children who listen to my ideas as I figure out characters and storylines, you are the best things I’ve created.

  Thank you to the readers, beta’s, editor extraordinaire Dana, design guru Leanne, the Dirty Little Heart Breakers and the Diritest girls. Super Duper Ops you are a necessity in my daily life to keep me grounded, laughing and entertained, and without you my survival in this venue would be minimized. I respect you more than I can ever explain, and I love you to bits.

  Christina this book boyfriend is yours and I’m glad you decided to share him. Belinda, Lisa, Sophie and Christina you all had dibs on him but you were smart and let her keep him.

  To the bloggers, Enticing Journey, Itsy Bitsy Book Bits and the rest of the amazing pages on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter that share my stories. Thank you.

  Remember there is always a grain of truth to my stories. Something that has happened to me can appear in the pages, and this one was no different. I’m so glad you let me show you a piece of my world, that you enjoy the worlds I create, and that you hold out for more.

  Dedication

  Always and forever, to the man that is my Whiskey, the friends that cause me to drink, and the children that make me want to be better everyday.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  About the Author

  Books by Kerri Ann

  Jamieson — The Past

  The biting winds as trees whip past at breakneck speeds, cutting the snow’s harsh edges with my board is the best feeling. Well, besides this.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screams as I pound into her, all while smacking her ass. I love the look of the red welts that rise. Pushing her body into the wall, flattening her chest against it, my hips piston faster and faster knowing my end is near.

  “More, Whiskey, more! Please!” she pants, smiling through the abuse.

  “Hold on.” I spread her legs wider and grip her hips tight. The woman in front of me is taking everything I’m giving her. Her squeals, screams, and moans push me toward my end with a fervor.

  Slapping her ass cheek again, I watch as the red lines rise. Knowing I’m seconds from release, my body takes over and my mind clears of all thoughts but this moment. In and out. In and out. The animalistic need controls me. With a few final thrusts, my body shakes and shivers. Grinding out, growling my end, my need is slaked.

  For the moment.

  Grunting as I pull back from her body, holding the condom in place, she whines when the fullness ends. “Whiskey.”

  Moving away toward the trash, I wrap up the package and toss it away before wandering off to start the shower, leaving her standing in my bedroom.

  With the water rushing out, I don’t hear her come up behind me. Wrapping her arms around my body, she kisses my back. I’m ignoring her because when I’m done, that’s it. I always ignore them. They don’t matter.

  “Hey Whiskey, what do ya say we hit the far trail after? There’s an abandoned cabin up there, and we could—”

  “Sorry,” I say as I open the shower door, “I have other plans today.”

  “Well what about tomorrow? I could—”

  Walking into the shower, I turn back to face her. “Look, it was fun…” I pause because I can’t remember her name. “It was fun, but it’s done.”

  “Jessica. My name is Jessica.” She’s pissy that I just fucked her against my wall after meeting her only a few hours ago. Hell, what did she expect?

  “You walked up to me at the lift and asked for a ride. What made you think I cared what your name was?”

  “Whiskey, I thought we had fun?”

  “Yeah, we did, and it’s done.”

  All women are needy and greedy. “I don’t do relationships, and you’ll never find me hanging around for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I don’t date.” I close the door to the shower. “But thanks for the fun.”

  I don’t turn to look to see if she’s still there. I don’t worry that she’ll take something before she leaves as a souvenir, and I don’t doubt that she’ll throw something because they all do it. I’m so used to it now, I don’t even balk at the damage.

  When I’m done cleaning up, I exit the shower with only a towel and a smile. Walking into my spare bedroom, I find my Aunt Janie, smiling. It’s a f
ake, but it’s a smile nonetheless.

  “Another one bites the dust?”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I head out of the room and dress. My room is down the hall, but I don’t bring girls to my suite. It’s my refuge. This is where they all get a piece of me, and I keep them separate from where I find peace.

  “You know at some point, something is going to happen to you. The great Jamieson Crown will bow at the feet of a woman that will crush his ass. Your head will spin so fast, no amount of pussy will keep you entertained. She’s going to cause you grief, and I’ll stand back here, smiling and watching it all unfold with a shit-eating grin on my face.”

  My aunt is totally wrong. Nobody cares for me but me. No one will ever get past this cold heart again, and no one will ever shatter my soul. Been there, done that. It ain’t happening again.

  I go with bypassing the conversation we have every time one of these girls leave. “What’s on the docket today?”

  I don’t worry about dressing around my aunt. She’s seen me naked more than dressed. Pulling on a pair of tracks, leaving them low, I toss on a T-shirt.

  “You have training with the Olympic team tomorrow, but there’s nothing today. Why don’t you hit the hills for a while? I can call in the chopper. Just have some you time, Jamieson.”

  “Yeah, I might do that.” It’s always me time. I’m always alone, and I like it that way.

  “Did you see that Doll won another race yesterday?”

  My little sister is taking the motorcycle world by storm, just like my little brother. The two of them are devils on two wheels, just like I’m a devil on a board. Give me snowcapped mountains and I’m satisfied. And that’s why I’m alone. I need the cold, they need the heat.

  “Yeah. I saw Dad won another one, too.”

  “You know, you should go visit soon. Isn’t Wyatt’s nineteenth birthday coming up?”

  Shit. I should send him a card, or a stripper gram. That would piss of Mother. “Yeah. I’ll give him a call later.”

  “You have a break in a few weeks, so why not go visit? Give him a present in person.” She’s always trying to repair the rift, but nothing ever will. We’re just too different, and the past has ruined us all.

  “Call the chopper, I’ll head out in a few.”

  Knowing I’ve just shut down on her, Aunt Janie purses her lips and walks away. I don’t even have to look because that’s what she always does.

  I wish I wasn’t alone. I wish I had my family, but it was torn apart long ago, and I’m not the one to fix it.

  Jamieson — Present Day

  “Fuck me ten ways to Sunday! No, you don’t get it. If I don’t have that whore on the plane in twenty minutes, I’ll be the one giving him a handy.”

  I can easily hear everything she says, mainly because of her volume. She’s definitely making the poor soul on the other end of the phone piss their pants.

  I like women like her, women with fire. Only thing is I’d just left my brother Wyatt’s hospital room, and the very last thing I need is further chick drama after my sister’s pouting. Dealing with family has been a strain on my patience. I’m in California after all, the worst place for someone like me to be. I’m here for my family after the death of my estranged mother and hospitalization of my little brother after a car accident that nearly cost him and his girlfriend their lives as well.

  I’d rather be home in Colorado with hard packed snow and easy women. Women with sass are fantastic, but I want easy after the troubles of today.

  This one sounds like heaps of trouble.

  Her tone is husky and familiar, but that happens a lot when you’ve screwed as many women as I have.

  Honestly, I’m not a nosy fuck, and I really couldn’t give a shit what this girl is talking about—so vividly in a public hospital, I might add—but I find I’m intrigued as I round the hall toward the elevator bank.

  Waiting around the corner as I listen like a stalker, I hear her say, “I’m so pissed.”

  Stepping around the corner, I lean against the wall, checking her out from head to toe. As she paces, continuing to talk wildly into the phone, I know who she is immediately. She’s in a neat gray pant suit, black heels with the telltale red insteps, and a light gray, fluttery, see-through shirt showing her pretty gray bra that showcases her rosy nipples. Her jet-black hair is pin straight and pulled into a high ponytail.

  Well, shit.

  Beautiful as always, Carli.

  “I know it doesn’t matter. I just hate that she shushed me out the door like a common garden rat. She’s my friend and I deserve to see her. Her boyfriend’s sister shouldn’t be allowed to tell me off. If I ever cared to involve—”

  Turning, she sees me. Her eyes widen, her stance stiffens, and those baby blue eyes glare daggers at me.

  “I’ll call you back.” She abruptly ends the call and directs her full attention my way and I smile. Actually, I give her a sarcastic grin that I’ve learned gets me into heaps of trouble when I use it.

  Right now, that’s exactly what I want.

  “Carli, nice to see you again.”

  “Asshole,” she sneers. She neatly places her phone into a slot in her shoulder bag, which is dangling close to the floor, treating her twenty-thousand-dollar Louis like gutter trash.

  Stepping close, I reach past her, selecting the down button for the elevator and ask, “Were you here turning tricks?”

  “Were you here visiting a ski bunny?” she quips back without looking at me.

  “Snowboard, Carli. I ride snowboards.” Smirking, I run my tongue along my teeth, remembering the last time this fireball and I crossed paths.

  “I’m sure you’re not picky,” she mutters.

  Trying to hold her ground with a mean, sullen stare, I step in even closer so she has to look up. Breathing by her ear, I get a whiff of her perfume which is goddamn intoxicating. It’s that floral shit I normally find to be a turn off, but fuck, it’s nice on her. I know I’m playing a dangerous game of chicken, and I’m not sure who’s going to win this shit as Carli can give me a run for my money. And I know she’s enjoying this, just like I know I am.

  “Let me remind you what it is, Carli. It’s long, wide, hard, and meant to be ridden for hours.” She doesn’t flinch, but looks straight up at me, throwing off the heat of a thousand suns. I’m taunting her. Carli’s as insatiable as they come.

  The woman could burn a planet. She could literally fry eggs with a glare. Why I let her get to me isn’t a fucking mystery, though. I let her because it’s fun and challenging. I like challenges.

  It’s been a long time since something or someone has challenged me.

  “Crown, you can go play with your little wooden toys. I prefer the real thing.” Reaching out, she strokes her hand up my leg, coming dangerously close to my cock. Carli sighs and lets out a sweet little grunt as she brushes her knuckles across the soft bulge in my jeans. “Sorry, but this might not be enough for someone like me.”

  Grasping her hand, I hold her still against my jeans. “You’d be amazed what happens when the lights go low and the monster gets loose. I’m sure you’d change your tune to a few well-timed screams and moans, Katana.”

  With a chime, breaking our silent singular moment, the doors to the elevator open. Releasing her grip on my cock, I move away. Sauntering right into the waiting carriage as if nothing’s amiss, I push the close button. “I don’t think there’s enough room in here for your ego and kick ass bravado, Katana. You can wait for the next one.”

  Tossing her heavy purse high onto her shoulder, she walks toward me, stepping in gracefully as she grins with glee before giving me her back. “With a winky like that, Crown, let’s not play this game and say we did.” She presses the same button ten times in a row. She’s well and worked up.

  Good.

  At least I’m not alone.

  Listening to her fingernails clicking on the surface, I imagine them scraping down my skin, leaving wide red marks that will hold for a few hours, even a fe
w days. I wonder if she’d draw blood? I think I’d like that.

  Trying to change the subject before my cock makes it apparent what I want, I ask, “Were you here seeing Circe?” Hoping to arouse her ire further, I add, “Was it my sister that kicked you out like a rat?”

  Flinching slightly at my remark, her jet-black ponytail swings around in wild abandon. I have an urge to grip it tight. Part of me wants to train the wild out of her, but I’d rather have her fire. It arouses me. To tame a woman like her would be a fucking waste.

  “Nope,” she quips, popping the ‘p.’ “Santa broke his back on my chimney last year trying to carry the sparkly new Benz down. I felt horrible for him, so I thought I’d bring him milk and cookies, as well as a mind-blowing blowjob. Mrs. Claus asked me to, as she’s too busy fucking the elves.”

  That’s it. Pushing her shoulders up against the closed doors, I grind out, “Damn, woman.” Covering her filthy mouth with mine, the fire within her fights me just enough that I know she was hoping for it.

  With her expensive bag falling to the floor of the elevator, her lips smash greedily against mine. Her long, perfect tongue fights for control as I try to keep her in my grip, and in my arms. Carli has this innate way of dragging an antagonistic attitude out of me. I learned that the last time we ran across one another.

  Dammit, I want to push her. I want to crash against her body and hold her still, but at the same time, I want to let that fire loose. I want to let it engulf me.

  She’s dangerous, and it’s so fucking attractive.

  With a bing of the elevator, the doors open, invading our quiet. Grasping Carli by the hips, I drag her away before her lithe little body spills into the hall. Breaking away from my grip, I watch as she straightens her outfit, smooths her silken pony tail, and re-shoulders her Vuitton bag, making her the picture of perfection once more.

  As an older couple walk inside, hand in hand, the two of us move to separate corners of the elevator, and as the doors close, I’m watching her every move. My blood still rises with the thoughts that are running rampant, and I’d love nothing more than to tell the people standing in our space that this carriage is occupied.