Crown and Anchor Series: Book 1-4

by Kerri Ann

  JAMIESON

  Two months. It’s been mental gymnastics. Carli is one sneaky woman when she doesn’t want to be on bed rest, but I’ve won more than she expected, so I’ll take that as a compliment to my own stealthy imagination.

  Holding off sex was even harder than I care to admit, though. Yeah, she needed it about as much as she needed Jell-O. Hiding her Jai and lil’ Whiskey was a necessity, but we’ve finally been given the go ahead by the doctors to let me show her what she’s been missing. Truly, I’ve held off long enough that my own cock wonders if I even know it’s still there. But it was only fair I didn’t grip my own junk when she’s been on a no-go zone.

  So tonight, I’m not holding back. Her ass will be so red she won’t sit for days. Even thinking of it, my cock grows hard.

  Looking at her from here, watching her make a great speech about my brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law, I’m feeling like the luckiest fucker on the planet. I’m so glad to have met her in Indy all that time ago. In an unconventional way, my mother and father pulled me back into a family I thought I wasn’t a part of anymore. Their deaths were a gift in a way. I grew closer to my brother and sister, and I met Carli. Her sarcasm has been whiplash to my system, but I wouldn’t change a moment of it.

  Even arguing over Jell-O has been fun. I’ve learned it’s just better to agree with Carli than to argue over the red substance. After all, she’s dealing with a craving from two little girls. I honestly hope they grow to have her sass, fire, and cunning, and even if they have a tiny bit of her determination, I’ll be grateful.

  Being Crowns’, too, I know they’ll be just as nuts as the rest of us. I’m sure of it. With aunt’s like Miori, Kano, and my sister, if they only have one percent of their fearlessness, they’ll be a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention, those friends of my sisters who will taint their souls.

  Maybe it’s best I keep them locked up here in Japan for a few years.

  Anyway.

  Carli’s tight little body has now softened, shaping to allow the little girls to grow, and it’s made her even more beautiful to me. By the time Wyatt and Circe’s wedding comes around, we’ll be holding onto two beautiful little souls. I’ll cherish them. I’ll become a soft fucker for them, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure they never see the darkness that this world can bring.

  On another note, saving Carli and my little girls’ lives caused me to give up snowboarding competition for good—doctors’ orders. I want to live a long life, and damaging what life I have left because of a ribbon or medal isn’t worth the cost. So now it’s owning shops here and in the US, training other wet eared kids who want to learn the sport, and riding for fun only. I’m thankful that I had the years I did, and I’m glad to be growing roots.

  Now all I have to do is learn Japanese.

  JAMIESON

  “Darling,” Carli sings from the other room. Does it scare me when she calls me something sweet and enduring? Fuck yes. And over the past two months as we recovered, I’ve learned her tricks. Well, some of them.

  I’m almost afraid to ask, but I do anyway as I walk through the room. “What are you doing?”

  “Come find me to see, Jamieson.” Hearing the mirth in her voice scares me even further.

  “Shit,” I mutter, not quite sure what tricks she has up her sleeve. That always leads to trouble.

  Tonight, listening to her speech for Circe and Wyatt, hearing the laughter and joy in her voice—that is the real Carli. Or Kaori, as her Japanese life and US life are meshing. She’d held back on life, carrying the weight of her friends and family, but this Carli is a different woman. Yeah, her sarcasm, wit, mischievousness and sneakiness is still at dangerous levels, ones that could even scare the most hardened criminals, but she’s mine.

  Moving through the room I toss off my shoes. Loosening buttons on my shirt and flicking my belt to the bed, I look around, but Carli is nowhere to be seen. “Where are you, trouble?”

  “Out here.”

  Walking toward the open doors of the porch, letting the breeze of the cooling fall lake hit me, I’m reminded about the passing time. All I’ve done is consider time.

  It’s been months. I’ve counted down the date, waiting for doctor sanctioned permission to tear her apart. The surgery was only two months ago, but for my cock, he’s been outside her body for four months, three weeks, five days and a few hours, but who’s counting that far? I check my watch for the umpteenth time. Hell, even my cock has been ticking down the minutes.

  Rounding the corner, I expect to see her sitting on one of the loungers with a tea in hand. “Jesus H, Carli!”

  “What? Is there something you don’t like?” She’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen. She’s never been modest or shy, and in all honesty, Carli has ticked down the time almost as much as my cock. They’re in sync.

  It’s as if a dinner bell has been rung as my cock strains against my trousers.

  “Well, are you going to come here and sample the wares? Or are you going to stay there looking like a dirty voyeur as I stroke myself toward a highly anticipated orgasm?”

  Pulling the knot on my tie, I yank the shirt and buttons fly in every direction. I’m yanking it and my pants off in quick succession. My mind has been consumed with thoughts of sinking balls deep into that pussy. “Don’t touch that. I dare you to try.”

  “I’ve been thinking about you doing this all day, James.” Laying back, splaying her legs wide, I see her sweet nectar glistening in the light, screaming out to me. “Get your ass over here and show me what you did to cause this. It’s been so long that I’ve felt you that I need a reminder.”

  “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Stepping out of my pants, standing naked in front of her, I kneel down on the chaise. Taking in my demise, I’m truly glad I talked her into lunch, and dinner. I’m really fucking happy that she stuck around long enough for a few rounds in the shower as dessert that day. Sure, our shit has been fucked up beyond belief, but I’m not willing to go back. If I have my way, I’ll have a ring on her finger and a Mrs. on the stationary. Neither of us want hoopla like Wyatt or China, but I’m making her mine.

  Kissing the top of her thigh, I slowly move toward my goal, then quickly dive in like a starved man. I lap it up, not leaving a drop behind.

  “Jamieson!” she yells out. It may have been months since this cunt saw any action, but I still know my way around a pussy. Placing my hands on either side of her body, I rest them on the metal frame of the chair as Carli presses her hips up, looking for closer contact. “More, please! I’ll beg and beg. Please, please, please!” I keep my hands to the side, wanting to devour her with no interruptions. This is my temple and I’m damn well bowing at the altar. Nothing will get in the way, not even to press a finger inside to feel her warmth. Tonight, that’s reserved for my patient cock.

  Screaming out my name a few more times, Carli tries to lift off the lounger. Pressing my elbows gently into her thighs, I hold her still. Humming my satisfaction, circling her swollen clit, teasing it between my teeth and sucking it tight, Carli goes wild. It’s taking more effort than I thought it would to hold her still, but I’m loving it.

  Looking up her body, seeing that raised bump in her stomach, I’m even more turned on knowing it’s because of that day. I thank whoever was in charge because the Fates haven’t steered me wrong. They designed a woman just for me that gives as much as she takes, has a heart of gold for family and friends, and even though she’s high maintenance, she’s not expensive.

  As Carli crests the end, she becomes wildly more vocal. She tosses her head on the pillow in frustration that I’m not entering her with my fingers. Carli is so close, I feel the moment she’s ready to go. Pulling away, I wipe the mess she’s made of my scruff and grin.

  “No! No! No! Jamieson, you get back there and finish the job. Not partial points for creativity and style, I want the whole enchilada. Now give me my orgasm before I hold out for two more months.”

>   I laugh at that. “Woman, you couldn’t hold off two more seconds.” Rising up, I’m hoping to fuck this chaise can handle both of our weight. “Flip.”

  Glaring at me, she shakes her head. “No! You will not get back door privileges on the first night after this drought. I want it rough, dirty, and with as much angst as any girl, but I’m not going there tonight.”

  “Carli, I’m not about to do that.” Flipping her, I lift her ass up in the air. She protests, but it’s falling on deaf ears. “I’ve wanted in this pussy for months and nothing is holding me back.”

  “Oh. Well in that case, I’m all yours, and a buffet to boot.” Resting on her knees, I pull her back where I’m kneeling. Raising her up, positioning my cock at her entrance, I press her back firmly to my chest as she happily becomes impaled.

  Growling out at the contact, I almost come on the spot. I’ve wanted back inside her for too long, and my body is overexcited. Rocking in and out, lifting her body in a rhythm that I find comfortable, she hums her satisfaction.

  “Oh. Hmmm. Yes. Yeah, there.” The sounds she makes are exquisite. As the two of us move to a tempo all our own, I’m doing my best to concentrate on the task at hand. Worst part, I want to make it last forever, and make it quick, too. Quick because I want back in her immediately, and I’m not sure I can hold out much longer if she keeps it up with the noises.

  “Carli, honey, this will be so quick, but I promise more.” Grinding the words out breathlessly, I pump with all my might to keep it at bay just a little while longer for her.

  “Oh! Oh my God! I can’t hold on!” And within seconds of saying that, her body tightens around my cock with such a strength, that I think there’ll be indents from her muscles.

  Releasing seconds after her, I revel in the perfection of it. Call me a fucking pussy, but I’m home. Being inside Carli is home.

  As she comes down from her high, I tilt her toward the chaise and carefully release my cock from her iron grip.

  “You know that will change,” she says.

  “What will?” I ask as I tuck her legs over my slacking cock. It won’t be for long, though, but for now, it needs a moment’s rest.

  “Those muscles, I’m told, need constant workouts after having babies. I’m not up for flabby muscles, so be prepared to train day in and day out, Jamieson.”

  “Bet your ass, Katana. I’ll work them out so much you won’t be able to stand.”

  “And that’s different from before how?”

  Before answering her, a pealing noise breaks the silence. Cocking my head, I listen for the direction of the cry and hear it again.

  Into the night air, I yell out, “That’s enough, Casper! Let the woman rest!”

  “Sorry, bro. Not Wyatt.”

  Aw, fuck! “Get off my sister or close the fucking door, Risen!”

  Which gains me not only laughs from them, but from Circe, Wyatt, and Carli as well.

  “If I haven’t said it before, this family is fucked!”

  “Yeah, and you love us, Whiskey!” Wyatt and China say in unison.

  “Fuck. Me.” Turning to Carli, seeing her hiding her laugh, I smile. “Welcome to the family, Katana.”

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  TIED: A CROWN & ANCHOR NOVELLA

  TYLER

  “Stop being a diva, Ty. Go and say hi.”

  My friends have been pushing me into the arms of any willing man for the past sixteen years, and for the past sixteen years I’ve avoided their ministrations triumphantly. Well, with the exception of that one time five years ago. That was a lapse in judgement. I’ve since learned not to listen to their wisdom on men.

  “I’m tired tonight.”

  “Ty, he’s pretty. Go on,” Troy states absently, as he’s gazing into the eyes of his sweet husband Jax.

  Jax and Troy want me blissful and excited to see the sun rise every day, just like the giddy schoolboys they are. Decidedly, I suck at relationships. I’ve learned I’m a horrible judge of character when it comes to men and my heart. Sexy, bag of rocks for brains—most times—and a willing cock is what I find. My meter tops out once I see their beauty, my brain shuts down, and it doesn’t see the lacking morals they offer. Now, after so many horrible stabs at love, I don’t give a shit if I’m alone forever.

  I’m working towards becoming the first gay nun of New York.

  After a multitude of young beauties, my heart has been trampled, crushed, torn to shreds and tossed into a blender. What’s left are the scraps of the Tyler who could’ve been happy. It’s been a few years…well, in all honestly, more than a few years of this shitty, mopey, grumbly, browbeaten, craptastic New Yorker. I'm alone and wishing for love, but when I find a relationship worth trying, I get ahead of myself. They turn out to be manwhores, and I find out one moment later than I should have.

  I end up a mess and broken all over again.

  There’s not enough ice cream in the world to drown my sorrows.

  So I stopped trying.

  Sipping my drink—some fruity concoction—I explore the room. As usual, the bar is full of beautiful men. Brainless oafs just searching for the next fuck to remove the taint from their last. There’s no need to get up off my chair. There’s no use in talking to any one of them because they’re all the same.

  Man, I’m foul. More and more I’m becoming a hardened bitch, all because I can’t find love. I’ve tried. All the men in New York are the same. At least it feels that way.

  Seeing my unease, Tig moves on to tales of his newborn daughter. He and his wife, Tessa, were back to joining us on these nightly romps after their oldest was able to be alone. But with the new baby, she’s home once more doing the feeding, changing, and sleeping when the little bundle allows. I miss her. She directs our conversations to things other than me and my single status.

  Nudging my shoulder, Julia, the true queen in the group, smiles and speaks over the loud speakers that pump the thumping beat. “The conference is in two weeks. Are you ready for it?”

  Shaking my head and rolling my eyes gains me a heavier nudge.

  “Come on. You know you’ll enjoy it,” she chirps.

  “Like they care if I show or not. Most of the governors that are coming are only joining for the freedom to get out of the office.”

  With a quirked brow and a ‘you’ve gotta be kidding me’ grin, Julia shakes her head while running her tongue across her teeth. She’s within inches of falling down drunk. Her man, Rush, better be here to take her home; otherwise, I see trouble in our future.

  The night we invaded the Whiskey speakeasy she had us ejected. Her strip tease slash table dancing caused an all-out frenzy as the other women in the bar joined in. I’ve never seen that many womanly bits flashing around. If I wasn’t secure in my gayness, I might’ve been enticed.

  As I’m pulling her drink slowly away, she pouts. “Julia, the last thing we need is Rush’s imposing frame shutting us down once more. He may own the bar, and he may yield to your whims, but this is pushing it.”

  She waves her hands around. “Pish, posh. Leave my rink arone, Tyler.”

  Smiling, I laugh. “That was almost English, Jules.” It only encourages her further, but oh well. “I think you’ve had enough. Besides, don’t you have to work on a deposition in the morning?”

  Taking the drink back, sloppily gulping the Manhattan, I watch as it dribbles down her chin until she reaches the cherry. Opening her mouth wider, grasping the stem and pulling it with a ‘pop’ noise, the cherry is no more.

  “Tada!” She laughs, wiping the drip from her chin with a table napkin.

  To look at her right now, you’d never believe this drunk mess is one of the most powerful lawyers in New York.

  I love her husband. He’s gruff, harsh, and imposing, but he’s sweet, loyal, and would defend any of us as his family. And if that fun governor shows...

  “Julia!”

  Never mind. The fun governor has arrived.

  Tossing her arms in the air, she scream
s, “Linc! Come have a rink!” She hiccups, then smiles as she rises from her seat.

  “They’re called drinks, Kitten.”

  “Lincoln. Come on, just one.” With a monster pout, Julia flops back onto the chaise. Honestly, I love seeing her like this. The prim, proper, contained Julia acts like the good old Keenan we first met. Meeting Keenan while she had no memory of her past, she was a bit...amusing. Julia is regimented.

  He shakes his head. “No, love. I just finished a work out, and now I want to work out with you.”

  “Oh.” Julia beams. “Can we go to upstairs?”

  “No. Time to go home, Kitten.”

  She sticks her bottom lip out so far, it almost hits her chest. “Please?” she whines.

  Sticking his hand out to her, he grins. It's easy to see she's won.

  “Yeah!” She jumps up excitedly, yet wobbly. “Oh. Too much vodka.”

  “That’s it, Kitten.” He hoists her over his shoulder. “Let’s go. Home time.” Hearing her whine and grumble doesn’t deter Rush in the least. “Night. boys.” He smirks and turns toward the door.

  Watching him leave, and her still trying to change his mind, I know that now is my time to exit gracefully. “I’m going home. I have an early day at work,” I say, rising and moving around the table.

  “I should be going too. Tessa will need help in a few hours,” Tig states, guzzling the last of his drink.

  After our goodbyes, the two of us hit the sidewalk outside to hail a ride. “Next time, right?”

  It’s the running joke. Next time I’ll meet a guy worthy of my time. “Yep. Next time,” I say to Tig as he hops in his Uber.

  Standing on the curb alone, I wait for my ride to pull up. “Next time it is,” I mumble to myself.

  Kerri Ann can be found quite often with her nose in a book or writing it. On many occasion it has been said that she's in her own world, living in the stories of those she reads about, giving them a life they deserve.