Page 85 of Whiskey's Redemption

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.

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