Page 46 of Whiskey's Redemption

Jamieson

My cum jets down the drain for the hundredth time since Carli boarded her plane. Hell, I’ve jerked off like a horny teenager. You’d swear I’d only just figured out what pleasure came from jerking off. And whose name is the one that I shout out each time? Carli fucking Katana. I’ve never mooned over a girl, woman, or MILF. Not a one.

With the aftershocks rocking my body, I do my best to calm my breathing. I’ve tried tothinkabout fucking other women, but every time I look at them, there’s something missing. They’re too short, their hair isn’t long enough, their lips are too thin, they’re too sweet, too evil, and I can’t find the fine line between crass and sarcasm. There are faults in Carli, but her faults make her better than them in so many ways.

For three weeks, she’s been gone. Three weeks of my hand, which is getting tired, and three weeks of wanting to fly over so I can fuck her harshly. If I had reason to be there, I would. Snowboarding in Japan is good, but I’m not competing right now with all this family drama, so I have no excuse to just ‘pop by’ for sugar.

Thinking on family, we haven’t seen much of Doll. I’ve stayed away to let her deal with this on her own. I know Risen has her, and I always figured sink or swim. Our parents kept her water wings on too long, and now she’s finding out the hard way.

And Wyatt? He’s doing better. He still doesn’t have the grip he wants in his hand, but it’ll take him time to get that strength back. I’ve seen that he’s dealing better than expected. His girlfriend, and Carli’s partner in crime, is a good thing for him. For me, not so much. Every time I walk through the door, I see her mind trying to ask questions long before she voices them.

“Have you talked to Carli? Is she doing well? I think you should call her, Whiskey.”

Yeah, I’m not calling her out of the blue like some needy bitch. In saying that, I just jerked off to the thought of her.

Soaping up the remnants of my release, I finish up and dress quickly. Wyatt’s expecting me to see him in a few hours to go over things with the new lawyer. Hopefully, he’s released soon so I can get back to Colorado. I haven’t been around family this much, and it’s overwhelming. They all want something from me. Wyatt, China, Dad, Marca, Petra. They’ve always needed something from me, and I can only give so much before the lines blur and I fade.

Touching the scar on my hip, thinking of my sister Petra, it’s always the same reminder. Family dies. Family isn’t here forever. Family can only be so much to you beforesomethingfails. Maybe that’s why I’m putting so much effort into helping Wyatt and China; I’ve already failed my family too much.

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