Crown and Anchor Series: Book 1-4

by Kerri Ann

  Stepping up to her, I shift her hands to the wall and hold them in place, rubbing my cock along her sex. “Hold on, love,” I warn, positioning my cock.

  Slipping past her entrance, slowly, I slide in, giving her body time to adjust. Her tightness almost has me coming undone within seconds. “Jesus!” I yell out. I’ve never ridden bareback, and the feeling is completely unexpected.

  She’s screaming her joy and I’m grunting. I can’t believe how our bodies fit like a puzzle. Arching my hips forward, pulling back and continuing the beat, I hold Carli’s hands in my own. Craning her neck back, leaning on my chest, I dip toward her. Covering her mouth with mine, our tongues tangle, breathing for each other, hitching air as we try to gather sanity in this moment. The feel of her body is exquisite. She matches me move for move as we sweat in the midday sun. Pistoning into her, Carli’s body grips me tightly. I’ve never felt this. I’ve never had sex without coverage. Could I do it with anyone else? No.

  Pulling back slightly, I slam forward, bottoming out. “Jamieson!” Carli calls out, roaring toward her release.

  Letting her hands go, gripping her hips, I ride the tightening of her body as she falls apart, pushing her orgasm to the fore. Nothing compares. Carli squeals and mewls as her body rides the high, bringing me to my own end. As my balls stiffen to the point of pain, I let go. Releasing inside her soft body, she crests again at the same moment with another tight grip on my body as she screams through another orgasm.

  Riding that new wave of bliss, reaching around, Carli grips my ass to pull us closer, like it’s possible. With aftershocks hitting us, I don’t want to leave her body, and her nails tight in the globes of my ass almost make it impossible. Leaning to the side, holding her tight to my body, I look down.

  In a mass of sweaty bodies, I flop us down into the nearest chaise lounge in our path. “I stand corrected,” she states as I tuck her in tight to my chest.

  “And that is on what, love?”

  Trailing her hand up and down my arm, she traces the tattoo lines. “I thought your little wooden toy couldn’t get the job done, if you remember.”

  I clear my throat. “Yeah. You thought it was little. Slightly surprised now, love?”

  “You’re a grower, and yes, I’m impressed.”

  “Well, what do you say to a shower before we eat then, Ms. Katana? I believe you still owe me a reason for running home.”

  “Just when I thought my womanly wiles would deter you.”

  No way. I’m not letting her off the hook. “Not happening, lady.” Pulling her in tight against my body again, I lift us off the chair. Yeah, I could pull out, but I’m loving her heat. I don’t want to let it go just yet.

  CARLI

  Oh. My. Fucking. God!

  To the God of all vibrators, I solemnly swear, Jai, you’re being shelved. But I’ll be charging it every few hours after I leave Jamieson’s arms.

  Circe was right. Fucking Crown’s. Sex on sticks. Sex with police batons.

  And he’s still hard!

  And still inside of me.

  I don’t want to let it end either, because when I leave his hotel room, the dream is over. Reality awaits on the other side of the wood.

  Maybe I can stay here indefinitely? I’m sure I’ll find a way to smuggle my sisters out of Japan.

  Fuck, who am I kidding? There’s nothing I can do. Our fate is set, and Jamieson’s awesome cock can’t change that.

  Walking us in, still wrapped in each other’s embrace, I’m impressed with Jamieson’s ability to carry me on his cock. Bringing us to the monster walk-in shower, he finally sets me down. Groaning at the lack of fullness and the ultra cool air of the room, Jamieson starts the water.

  With his body behind me still, Jamieson tilts one of the shower heads toward him. Wetting his hair, running his hands through his beard, I watch, fascinated. He’s beautiful, and now that there’s more of him for my mind to catalogue for future reference, I love how it feels.

  Running my hands around his torso, gripping his ass, Jamieson laughs. “Carli,” he says into my hair, pushing his fingers through the length, tugging slightly.

  “You know, I hate people touching my hair.”

  “Uh-huh.” He kisses the top of my head again, wrapping the strands further into his grip. “And no one calls me Jamieson, Carli.” Turning my head, he uses my hair to steer me toward him.

  Looking into the depths of those eyes, I see so much more than I expected. I’m not the girl that melts into a guy’s embrace, or swoons at every curve and smile, but Jamieson? The power in that dark gaze, the volume spoken without words, is heated and electric. Tipping up on my toes, wrapping my hand into his hair, I pull Jamieson down. His lips are soft, his beard—something I’ve never gone for before—is trimmed and well cared for. Tangling our tongues, I taste remnants of myself on him, but I don’t care. Breaking away, leaving sweet pecks on my cheek and forehead, I ask as mirth clouds his features. “What?”

  Looking down, he wiggles his eyebrows as he begins stroking my still sensitive sex. “I think you’re due for another ride, madam.”

  “Well, how can I argue that logic?” I laugh, enjoying that he’s ready to go again.

  Lifting me, he rests me against the wall before slowly lowering me. Inch by inch, filling me up, his cock stretches, warms, and causes tingles on every wall within me. My mind empties as his length shifts back and forth.

  He has to grind out the words through clenched teeth as his body pushes deep inside me. “Carli, if I could live inside you.”

  “It’d be hard for you to snowboard with me riding your cock all day.”

  “You’re Mother Theresa, Carli.” He pushes deeper. “How magnanimous of you.”

  “That’s me,” I say, panting words between thrusts. “A true giver.”

  I’ve never moaned out a name, and growling out his name to me, sounds like a total porno star move, but man, does it feel right cooing it out.

  Wrapping his hand tighter in my hair, elongating my neck, Jamieson takes the advantage he’s created. Bending slightly, he takes a nipple into his mouth. I squeal at the sudden sucking, pulling, and pinching with his teeth as he enjoys each tight bud. My core reacts, my buds raise in excitement, and I relish every sensation it pulls from me. Jamieson is a master of my body, and I can’t find anything bad about how he sets every nerve alight.

  As his thrusts quicken again and his sucking strengthens, I crest closer to the end once more. Releasing my nipple fast, he raises his eyes to mine. “Hold on, lady.”

  Holding me tight against him, he drives into me like a man on a mission. A mission to see how much I can handle. Thankfully, my back isn’t positioned on the wall as Jamieson gives me all he has. With my orgasm rising fast, it breaks quicker than the last did. Screaming out, my body tightens around his cock, pushing him toward his own end.

  “Oh my God, Carli!” Jamieson howls as he pushes harder and harder, until his body is spent once more.

  JAMIESON

  Setting her back on her feet, making my way down, I kiss her forehead and nose until I reach those scrumptious lips. Grabbing up the loofa, I soap it up and brush it along her body.

  “That tickles,” she says as I trail it over her chest.

  “That’s a new one,” I tell her between kisses against her soft skin.

  “This is nice, but I haven’t given you near the same care, Mr. Crown.”

  Pausing, I think on what she’s said. Carli doesn’t mean it in a way to sting, but it does. Placing the loofa on the side, I capture her mouth with mine, soaking up every ounce of sweetness she offers, then I take a step back.

  “When you’re done washing up, meet me in the living room.” I kiss her once more on the head. “I’ll get the food sent up.”

  Pulling down a towel, rubbing it against my skin before wrapping myself in it, I kick myself. Why do I still let something as little as saying Mister bother me as much as it does? Yeah, my dad is dead, and he was Mr. Crown. Maybe I don’t feel privi
leged enough to have the title. Years of being told I wasn’t good enough takes a toll on your psyche.

  Then there’s Carli.

  Have I ever thought this long and hard about a girl? About how I want her around to torture me constantly? No. But to a point, I do. She gives me a run for my money with her sass. Carli doesn’t let me get away with anything, and it frustrates me when she won’t do as I ask. She seems pretty determined to return to Japan, and I’m not sure I can stop her. Do I want her more than a quick fuck and go? Yes. I realized that weeks ago.

  Pulling out a new pair of pants and a T-shirt, I dress. Drying my hair and beard, I phone the front desk. On the second ring, there’s an answer.

  “Shutters, how may I help you, Mr. Crown?” Again.

  “Could you send up the order I placed earlier, please?”

  “Of course, sir. We’ll have it up there shortly.”

  Before hanging up, I add, “And send up a few bottles of sparkling water as well.”

  “Yes. Of course. It will be there in ten minutes.”

  “Thank you.” Setting the portable phone back down, Carli walks out to the room, naked, with a towel wrapped around her head.

  “Well, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes.”

  Leaning on the door frame, hip out, Carli grins. “Someone tore my panties to shreds, and the rest of my clothes are out there.”

  “Yes. Yes I did. And I’d do it again.” Walking to the porch, I grab up her clothes and walk them over to her. “You know, there’s a housecoat in the bathroom for you to wear. You didn’t have to come out naked.”

  “Really?” She smirks. Yeah, she didn’t care. “I thought you’d like this better. Was I wrong, Jamieson?”

  “No, not at all. But you’ll need another shower.” Running a hand down her chest, trailing slowly across her stomach until I reach that neat looking pussy, I dip a finger within the folds. In an instant, Carli has me hard once more.

  As she visibly shudders, I dip inside the warmth. “At this rate, all we’ll do is fuck, Carli.”

  “Maybe that’s my devious plan, Jamieson.”

  “Are you trying to distract me from asking you more about why you’re leaving?”

  With a knock on the door, I remove my hand. Trying to give me a pissed off look for leaving her wet again, I watch her walk off to the bathroom. Waiting until she’s out of view, I walk to the door. Licking my fingers, loving the taste of her, I groan and adjust my cock to the side. Laying my shirt over it—because the last thing some poor person needs is to be shocked by my raging hard-on—I make sure I’m presentable.

  With another knock on the door, I call out, “Yeah, one sec.” Popping the lock and opening up, I find a stout Asian man standing there with a table laden with food trays.

  “Good evening, Mr. Crown. Your food, sir.”

  Standing to the side, allowing him in, he wheels the cart to the table on the far side of the room. As he’s laying it out on the table, Carli strolls out, rubbing her hair in the towel.

  “You remembered to get me...” Pausing, she stares at the waiter. She’s as white as a ghost. “A salad.” Dropping the towel, it flutters to the ground as she watches him move through the room.

  Looking at her, then the man, it’s obvious to anyone she’s shocked. “Do you know each other?”

  Blinking, she doesn’t say a word. She just stares and stares, as the man finishes what he came to do. As he turns to leave, his sinister smile is dark and cold.

  Looking at Carli, pushing the cart toward the door, he says something to her in Japanese. I have no idea what it means, but she obviously does, as she swiftly steps in his path.

  With a few choice and harshly said words, she soon relents and allows him to leave. Before closing the door, he bows low and says “Oyabun” before closing the door behind him.

  “Carli?”

  She doesn’t turn my way. She just stares at the door and the retreating man, visibly shaken and shuddering like a leaf. He really bothered her.

  And I mean to know why.

  CARLI

  Kato. How the fuck did he know to find me here? Why?

  He’s already made it quite clear that if I don’t go, my sisters will pay the price. I heard from Miori, and I know of father’s death. I didn’t need a reminder of why I’m leaving on the first flight to Osaka. All I wanted was time to say goodbye to Circe, giving her a smidge of a reason as to why I was running home, and a hurrah with the man that has caused me to rub one out too often lately.

  Now that Jamieson has had an opportunity to see Kato, I can no longer avoid it. Thanks, Kato. There’s no way I’m getting out of this without some explanation now.

  He totally did it on purpose. He wanted to show me that there’s nowhere to hide. There’s nowhere I can be that he won’t get to me or the people I care about. And as I look over my shoulder, Jamieson is there, seemingly dumbfounded.

  I know better, though, he’s slick.

  Looking at the food on the table, I see that Jamieson did an amazing job. He ordered from the vegan place we visited the other day. With the same salads, and two bottles of water, Jamieson has recreated our lunch date. How sweet.

  “This looks great. Thanks, Jamieson,” I state, moving toward the table.

  “Carli, what’s going on?”

  Ignoring his request, thumbing a strawberry, I venture a look his way. Yeah, he’s itching for answers.

  “It’s a long story,” I say, and ain’t that the half of it.

  “How about you start somewhere, and after a bit, it’ll be a shorter story.”

  Understanding that there’s no way around it, I strip the proverbial band aid off. “You might want to sit and eat. This will take a bit of time.”

  Stepping toward me, he pulls out a chair, motioning for me to sit.

  “And they say chivalry is dead,” I say, folding myself into the seat. Pushing it slightly forward, Jamieson grabs the chair beside me.

  “So start it off, Katana. Give me something.”

  “Oh, boy. You have no idea how big this is, Crown.” Pulling a fresh piece of loaf off the tray, I rip a section off and start. “And it’s not Katana. Well, it is legally, but in Japan it’s also Ryu. Kaori Ryu. Daughter of the Dragon. But my father died recently, and now I’m the Dragon Clan leader. Surprise!” Munching down on the bread, I try to occupy my mouth as I let Jamieson absorb the information.

  “Dragon Clan? I don’t understand. What’s that?”

  I reach over and pour us each a glass of water. “The Dragon Clan is the most powerful family in the Yakuza. That’s just a fancy name for mafia. My father was the leader, and he died a few days ago. Now, the task of leader, or Oyabun, has fallen to me. If I don’t go back, my twin sisters will be auctioned off. They will become geisha slaves, and second wives to old assholes.”

  “You’re fucking with me?”

  “God, don’t I wish.” Reaching for my glass, I sip to slow the flow of information. I doubt he can handle it all.

  “So you’re a mafia princess? And you have to go home to stop your sisters from being turned into paperweights for some oversized Japanese blowhard? Have I got that right?”

  “In a nutshell. And I have to be on the next plane out or it’s done.” Forking up a mouthful of the raspberry quinoa, I chomp down as Jamieson takes in the news.

  “Can you come back? Or are you chained to some bureaucratic desk?”

  “I’m there, I’ll be leading, and there’s not much choice in it.” If I figure out a way to remove the restraint on my sisters, and a way for Kato to take the role, you can bet your ass I’ll find a way. The old man must know that I have him in my sights, but I’ll just have to figure out how to thrust him into the seat without me dying.

  I watch Jamieson as he stoically eats his food, drinks his drink, and processes it all. He’s quiet. Totally silent, which is kind of scary to say the least.

  “Any other questions?”

  Grinning wickedly, he tosses a chunk of bread around. “Who el
se knows?”

  “All of it? I haven’t told Circe much. I don’t think she can handle it.”

  Jokingly, he asks, “You figure I can handle myself if a sword wielding guy in pajamas comes after me?”

  “If a guy in jammies comes at you with a sword, you’re on LaBrea. And no. No one will come after you wielding swords.” Deciding to have some fun with him, I add, “But a well-dressed man with a semiautomatic and a suit situation could occur. Just sayin’.”

  With a smarmy grin, like he thinks I’m fucking with him. His smile is visible through the scruffy beard as he munches on his lunch.

  For the next half hour, we talk at length. He asks questions, and I ask about the Crown situation. He asks to learn the more vulgar Japanese, and we end up on the floor in a heap of sweaty bodies once more before I leave.

  Unfortunately, the future calls.

  It’s kind of like a telemarketer that you’re avoiding, but you know it won’t go away until you deal with them properly.

  CARLI

  It’s been three weeks. Three long fucking weeks. The remnants of our time together still keep Jai on the charger. It’s not as often as I’d like, but there are reasons why.

  Duty.

  Honor.

  Puke!

  Family obligations and tradition. Tradition always comes first.

  My father’s funeral was full of pomp, tradition, and potbellied old men sizing me up. They look at me, taking in whether I can do the job I’m destined for and wonder if I’m right for their balding, still at home mama’s boys. They inspect me like an insect under a microscope, deciding if my pedigree is sufficient enough for their simpleton sons. Let me tell ya, boys, I’m not. I have a brain. I have quick wit that floats over the heads of most, and I speak up for myself. I’m not a doll on the shelf to be inspected or fought over.

  The one thing since returning that I’ve been happy about is seeing my sisters. Miori and Kano have grown so big. The last time I saw them, Kano was wearing frumpy dresses, and Miori was interested in dolls. I’ll give them a bit of credit, they were thirteen. And yes, I missed them, but at that time, they were too entrenched in their lives to see my pain. I was constrained by duty, honor, and family obligations that were crushing me. I had to escape.