Crown and Anchor Series: Book 1-4

by Kerri Ann

  But…

  It can’t hurt to taste the goods and take that fantasy with me. Jai will need his name changed. I can’t very well continue to use my tool and two-time his name. That’s not a very nice thing to do to a man as sexy as Jai Courtney, or Jamieson Crown.

  Ugh! What am I even worrying about? It’s a vibrator! A shock pink vibrator I named after my favorite sex on a stick actor.

  With my mind wandering off, thinking of sex, cocks, and sinful men, I don’t notice that we’ve parked. “What are we doing here, Jamieson?” It’s not a restaurant, it’s a Malibu beachfront hotel. An expensive beachfront hotel.

  “This is where I’ve been staying. I figured in a restaurant, you’d be surrounded by hundreds of people you may not want hearing your sordid tale. I thought a private place to eat would be better. Am I wrong?”

  Shit. There’s that sweet shit again.

  “No, you weren’t wrong. But to take me to your hotel, isn’t it a bit presumptuous? What if I don’t like you that way, Crown?”

  Showcasing that wide smile again, the ice I’ve caged my heart inside melts a bit. “Oh, I can change your mind, Katana. That’s a challenge I’d take all day long and every day of the week.”

  “Fuck,” I mutter to myself.

  “If you insist. But let me feed you first.”

  CARLI

  Jamieson’s room is a two-bedroom suite overlooking the Pacific. Stunning. If I were looking for a hotel room at the beach, this would be my Malibu retreat. Shutters on every window, and a Tommy Bahama / Pottery Barn interior that gives the space a feel of airy opulence. Every nuance has been taken into consideration when designing the space, and I half expect a butler or maid. Envisioning them popping around the corner, sweeping up sand as we move through, I wander through the space. The rooms are well stated. The bathroom houses a beautiful claw foot tub, oversized double sinks, and a monster walk-in shower.

  “This is roughing it, I bet.”

  “No. This is extravagant, but I needed someplace I could move away from the…” As his voice trails off, I know what he means. Family can be crushing and constraining when you’ve been away from them and their constant needs for so long. It’s a lot to take in at once. “It’s a bit much.” He shrugs.

  Coming back into the room, seeing Jamieson just standing there, he sort of reminds of me of the new kid coming into class on the first day. He seems out of place. “Family can be a bit daunting, I get it.” Boy, do I get it. Picking up one of the little knickknacks on the table and turning the chromed bird around, I play with its mercury like surface. I’m reminded that I’m doing the exact same thing as him. I’m trying to avoid the cage I’m about to be tossed in. Gilded bird cage and me with clipped wings.

  He’s been away from the Crown influence, their fame, and their insanity. Yeah, he’s dealt with his own crazy life, but it’s different. I decide to start the conversation that I know is inevitable. “When I left Japan, I didn’t look back. I didn’t fit in there. I won’t fit in, even now.”

  “You’re preachin’ to the choir,” Jamieson says, pulling up a seat. For the first time in my life, with his intense look, I swear that it’s real. Someone else gets what I’m about to deal with to some extent.

  Grabbing a seat across from him, I give Jamieson a bit of background. “I met Circe in school. We were hiding in England, both of us, but we didn’t know we were doing the same thing.” Shrugging, I place the brilliant bird back on the table beside me, then sit. “Anyway, we hit it off right away. Both of us in the same program, needing a place to stay, and didn’t want on the radar, so we found a cheap flat…that’s an apartment, by the way.”

  He quirks his eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything, so I continue. “So we worked dead-end jobs, ate junk food, learned piss all, then landed our jobs with the sports station. The rest is kind of racer history. Circe, Wyatt, your Dad, China, and your Mom.” I’m quiet for a moment, hoping he’ll accept that and leave it be, but I’m highly doubting it.

  Counting one, two, three, and four steamboats...

  “Carli,” he growls.

  “Yes, Jamieson?”

  “Come on, there’s more to it. What has you so twisted? Why do you need to go home if it’s the place you ran from? You were hiding out, so let me take a wild guess, you were found?”

  “Yahtzee!”

  His not so pleased, stop fucking around face is back since I’m screwing around.

  When the food arrives, I bet I can avoid the convo, running out while his hands and mouth are jammed up with dripping animal fat.

  “I think the reason you’re not telling me is you’re worried you won’t leave.”

  “Jamieson, I can’t tell you. The less you know, the better for you.” I rise from the chair and walk to the shuttered French door. I don’t turn, training my gaze on the ocean below, but I know he’s out of the chair when I feel his warmth at my back. His frame encasing mine in a subtle way fits perfectly. Everything feels perfect, which is why it’s ending. I finally want something, and I’ll have to give it up. That’s my life in a nutshell. Carli zero, family, Yakuza and death, two points.

  Dipping his head, I feel his soft beard touch the skin of my shoulder long before his mouth. Tilting my head to the side, allowing him further access, Jamieson leaves wet kisses along the heated skin. I want to moan. I want to let him know how I feel about this, but I don’t. I relish it and enjoy the only moment I’ll have with him, knowing that without a doubt, after this, I’ll be on a plane and gone for good.

  Making his way down the dragon tattoo that marks me, the Ryu, the mark of our clan, my skin purrs as his rough hair caresses it. I am the strength of the Dragon; my family is the hand of all, and I’m expected to lead. I’m destined for it, but I’m avoiding it like a gyno appointment.

  “Jamieson, we shouldn’t,” I say.

  Gently nipping the skin, he asks, “Why? Do you have a husband I don’t know about?”

  “That would be a negative, Ghost Rider.”

  Pulling the edge of my shirt lower, he slides it down my shoulder to my elbow. My skin tingles with every touch. “So, do you want a woman instead? Don’t I do it for you?”

  “Quite the opposite. You’re so my type, it’s painful.”

  “Then why am I undressing you, and you’re staring out the window? I saw more participation with your toy.” Growling into my skin, pulling the zipper at the back of my shirt, the cold air hits me immediately.

  “Jesus.”

  “No, Jamieson.”

  Fuck me. This is a bad idea for so many reasons. I place a hand on the windowpane as he wanders down my waist. “Jamieson,” I whisper.

  He chuckles in his manly way, his voice dropping an octave lower when he speaks. “Carli, would you like to be fucked against the glass for all to see?” As my shift of a shirt hits my hands, it shimmies past my waist, soundlessly hitting the floor.

  Not wanting to say a word, I do all I can to hold myself up as his hands explore the hard edges of my hips. Searching out the clasp on my pants, his mouth never leaves my skin. “Carli? Against the glass, or where I decide?”

  “Can’t I have more than one option?” I try to act sassy, but my sarcasm is blocked by need.

  “Carli,” he warns, unzipping my pants.

  Jesus. Decisions, decisions. Looking out on the beach, to the inhabitants that can’t see us, and the gulls that swerve around, I squeak out, “You decide.”

  “Fabulous choice.” The teeth tick down on my pants before they, too, flutter to the floor. “Let me show you why this was a great idea. Open the door.”

  “Jamie—”

  He smacks my ass. “Carli, don’t back out now.”

  Mother of all glory! What is it with these Crowns and controlling?

  Unlocking the door, I push it open, where I stand facing the sea in a scarlet red bra and matching thong. Matching because they match the instep of my shoes. “We’re on the top floor, at the end, and there are no neighbors. You’re about to give me wh
at I think about every time I make myself come.” Turning to look at him, he raises his shirt above his head and tosses it to the floor, then starts to unbutton his jeans. Allowing them to pool at his feet, he flicks them to the side without a care for where they land. I don’t care either. Jamieson Crown is standing in the middle of his suite, naked, in all his God-given glory.

  “Carli.” I pull my eyes from his beautiful cock. Hell, I bet they’re as big as saucers. For sure, my mouth is open, gaping at the sight before me. There’s probably even a bit of drool.

  “Step outside.”

  As I stay still, stunned by the width and length of his prowess, I don’t talk, squeak, or move.

  Stepping up to me, he pushes his length against my body and growls. “Move to the porch.” Clearing my head enough to command my body, I snap myself out of my inspection, using his chest as a focus point.

  Lifting a foot to step out of my heels, he snaps through gritted teeth, “Leave those on.” I nearly come on the spot from his command. I’ve never been commanded, I’m always the leader. Doing as instructed, I move to the porch and hear Jamieson step out.

  Turning around, he closes the door. “Hands on the door, Carli.”

  I do as he says. Moving over to the heated glass, I place my palms against it and wait.

  “Fuck!” He comes up behind me. “Is there anything I should know you won’t allow?”

  “Goats. I don’t do those, or any other animals of a different species.” Oh, it seems my faculties are still with me. Sarcasm in effect.

  He laughs. “Duly noted.”

  Smacking my ass again, the same cheek as before, I feel the sting of the one before. Not only is the sting still there, but the warmth in my core. The bliss, the anticipation, the glory of wondering what he’ll do next, all of it has me soaking my silk.

  “No moving your hands. No stopping unless I say. No end until you come. Do you understand?”

  “Fantastic,” I think to myself, or so I thought.

  Laughing, he repeats, “Fantastic.”

  Shit.

  JAMIESON

  I’m not sure who’s going to enjoy this more, who’s going to win, and who’s going to get off last, but I’m sure as fuck going to make it last—for hours.

  Kissing her neck, I run my hands down her body, undressing her slowly as I take in her soft, milky white skin that pebbles under my ministrations. I always expected we’d get here, but I never thought she’d be leaving before I’d had my fill. Have I been with women that I wanted to strap down and keep for days? Loads of them, yes. Have I enjoyed them? Yes. But not one of them have made me excited at the idea of who they are and what they’re about. They were strangers, even if we’d been together multiple times. I never cared to hear or know about their lives. Carli? I’m enthralled as she speaks, I still am. I want to help her, and I sure as hell want to be with her.

  My needs were paramount and theirs didn’t matter. Right now, I want to make her...

  Happy.

  Growling out commands to her, my voice betrays me. My body betrays me. Words are not needed to show Carli how bad I want to pull her apart. With her standing still in barely there lace, facing the sea against the same window I stroked one out to as I thought of her, it seems surreal. Had I thought we’d be here? No. Why? Because I figured she’d never give me the time of day after Dad’s funeral. That day in Indy still haunts me.

  Why did I do it? I know. Years of fucking easy winter pussy, and I fell for it when one was laid out on the bed of my hotel in Indianapolis.

  The guys on the Olympic team thought they were doing me a favor sending me a girl to release tension with on the day of my Dad’s funeral. Under regular circumstances, I wouldn’t have disagreed. She would have been a distraction I’d have enjoyed repeatedly that night, but they had no idea I’d met Carli. Asking her to meet me at the hotel, giving her permission to settle into my room while I was on the way there after dinner, I had no idea there was a woman strapped to the bed waiting for me. Carli walked in, found said Boarder Bimbo on the bed and walked right out. When I got to the room, I understood immediately. I knew why Carli was gone and why she had reservations about me. Thankfully, those reservations are minimized as she’s naked in my room.

  Midday in Malibu, the sun is something I usually can’t handle, but I don’t give a shit right now. Looking at Carli, taking in that intricate tattoo that courses over her shoulder blade and part of her back, I realize there’s a problem.

  “Take it off.”

  Pulling her hands back, she undoes the clasp on her bra. The thin material hits the concrete surface like a feather on the breeze. Slipping a finger into the band of her panties, about to inch them down, my heart skips a beat.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands through the scruff on my face. I want to watch this, taking in all of that fabulous skin. I want more. I want to participate. Tearing myself from where I was leaning, watching, I can’t handle only spectating. “Stop,” I growl.

  Her body is like dessert and I have the fork. Stepping close, I grip the edge of her panties and pull tight, causing it to rip, even as that tight little ass of hers holds her thong’s center hostage. “You don’t need these,” I tell her.

  Grasping the other side, pulling tightly, the band releases her body. Now the only thing holding the material in place is the area I intend to explore. Bending low, kneeling on the rough rug at the door, I tug on the silk with my teeth. Pulling it slowly, inch by inch, it slips between those lovely cheeks. With every movement, Carli’s breathing changes tempo. Once it’s free, I drop the tattered red material on the floor, then turn back to the best ass I’ve ever seen.

  Kissing it reverently ten times, then ten times nipping it between my teeth, I can smell the sweetness of Carli’s arousal. She’s soaking wet with need and it’s my fault. I really like that.

  Smacking her cheek hard, she moans. Nothing sounds better than that.

  “Do that again.” As the red rises, I hit the other globe equally hard. Her small squeal this time drives my cock to a painful point. Seeing my handprint rising on that lily-white skin of hers, I revel in the beauty of it. It wasn’t some battery-operated toy that hit all the right spots, it’s me pulling this from her. Dragging my hands up and down her legs, slowly, I caress every perfected inch. Reaching her apex, I feather soft touches along the crease of her ass.

  Every time I thumb the soft skin of her pussy, she pants and sucks in air. Her body rocks back and forth as she tries to entice me to do more. To touch her more. She wants me to slick my fingers and make her fall apart. She wants the easy off that she has with her pocket cock.

  No way.

  Grasping her hips, I spin her around and see her perfectly shaved, neatly trimmed pussy. It calls to me. Wanting it more than I need to breathe, I can’t hold off any longer. Pushing her hips into the glass, the only thing holding her up will be me. “You’ll come hard, but it won’t be by a vibrator, Carli.” Holding her still, I dip my tongue into her sweet heat. She tastes just as I expected. Strawberries, pineapples, mangos, and every sweet fruit my mind can conjure up.

  “Holy Fuck!” she screams out. Fantastic. Humming my approval into her cunt, I begin to lick every surface, the succulent skin ripples and adjusts as I press on. Pushing her ass into the glass harder, then gripping it, I lift her up to hold her against the glass with me standing. Resting her legs on my shoulders, letting those heels rest behind me, I devour her. I feel like a starved sex addict. Pressing my fingers into her skin, pushing her to the edge, I taunt and tease the sensitive skin of her core.

  “Oh my God. Jamieson!”

  Knowing I’m doing exactly what will bring out her orgasm, I push further. Slicking my fingers through her arousal, I insert the tips of two of my fingers into her tight pussy, stretching her out, and one at her ass. Crying out her pleasure, I push on, knowing she’s close as I’m licking, sucking, and nipping her. Carli screams, moans, and whines as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. Making my cock rock h
ard, raging its disappointment as it’s straining to be involved, I grasp it tightly, stroking it in time to the licks of punishment I’m giving her. Fuck, what a sight we’d be if someone walked in. Her ass plastered to the glass, my face buried deep in her cunt, as I jerk myself off.

  Stopping my hand, needing to sink my dick inside her, I lift my head, releasing the hold on her pussy.

  She groans and screams her disappointment. “I was so close!”

  “Greedy woman.” Lowering her legs so that her wet cunt is pushed against my naked chest, I walk across the porch with her in my arms. Setting Carli on her feet, I grit out, “If I keep that up, my cock won’t feel you, and he’s jealous.”

  She giggles. “I’ll enjoy it if you give it to me more than once, Jamieson. I promise.”

  “Turn around, woman. Face that audience,” I tell her, then curse. “Fuck.”

  “What?” she asks.

  “I didn’t grab a condom. I’ll be right back.”

  Grasping my hand, pulling me back towards her, “Oh no you don’t. You’re not leaving me here like this. I’ll go grab Jai if you do.”

  What the fuck? “Who the hell is Jai?”

  “Jai is my pink vibrator. You met him once before, Crown.” Pushing her ass skyward, she leans along the concrete wall, touching herself, tempting my resolve. “I’m clean and on the pill. If you’re clean, too, we’re going into war, soldier.” Rubbing her sensitive bud, she says, “Unless you’d like to watch me get off on my own?”

  Fuck. “You have no idea how much I’d love that. But I want my dick so deep in you, that you can tell me which ball is bigger.”

  “Bring it on, Jamieson,” she taunts, humming out my name as she touches herself. I know her end is nearing. Even though I love watching this, I’m afraid that running off for a condom means I’ll miss the best parts. It took a million years to get her here, and I’m not fucking it up now. I’m clean, and if she is, we’re doing this.