Amber (Jewels Cafe Book 1)

by Mia Harlan

  I nod, and he starts to slide the strap slowly down my shoulder. Too slowly, until I’m squirming and wishing he’d get a move on.

  “I think your first time should be with Julian,” he says as he runs the back of his finger down my arm.

  “It should?” I gasp, and Julian makes a strangled sound.

  “Yes, it should,” Wes says firmly, “but Chase and I are going to get you warmed up first.”

  His words send waves of heat coursing through me, and my breath catches in my throat. I imagine all the ways he and Chase could warm me up and tremble as Wes tugs on my other dress strap.

  I’m so busy watching him undress me that he takes me completely by surprise when he suddenly captures my lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

  I moan as his tongue slips into my mouth in a soft caress while my dress skims every inch of me on its way to the floor. I feel the pink fabric pool at my feet, leaving me standing in the middle of the room in my thin, nearly see-through purple bra and matching panties.

  “So beautiful,” Julian whispers, trailing soft kisses down my back.

  “I want to see all of you,” Chase adds, tugging me away from Wes.

  I tremble as his eyes roam over my body. He trails one finger down my collarbone, past my front bra clasp, and down my belly until he reaches the waistband of my panties. My inner muscles clench in anticipation, but he stops and gives my left nipple a soft squeeze through my bra instead.

  “More,” I beg.

  Chase obliges by leaning down and planting a soft kiss just below my belly button. My abs tighten and my inner muscles contract in response, but he steps away. It looks like when Wes said slow, Chase took it to heart.

  With a groan of frustration, I march up to the bear shifter and grab the hem of his shirt. When I tug it up, he lifts his arms obligingly, helping me remove it. He lets me run my hands all over his body and glide my fingers across his huge biceps, his solid pecs, and his hard, six-pack abs. When I start to tug down his sweatpants, Wes stops me.

  “Let us focus on you first,” he says, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face Chase and Julian.

  I reach for the bunny shifter, who’s closer, intent on undressing him, but Wes grabs my arms and pins them behind my back.

  “Be patient, little bear,” he whispers as he trails soft kisses down my neck.

  I try to turn my head so I can at least feel his lips against mine, but he moves just out of reach.

  “Juli?” I beg on a moan as Wes finds a sensitive spot just behind my ear.

  “You still plan to call me Juli? While I do this?” he demands as he advances on me. Then, his lips are suddenly on my nipple, sucking it through my bra.

  I feel completely exposed with my arms pinned behind my back, but that somehow only heightens my need. I cry out as my best friend takes full advantage. Pleasure shoots down to my core, and I whimper and arch my back, silently begging him to keep going.

  “You like when I do this?” He smirks against my nipple.

  “Oh, yes. How are you so good at this, Julian?” I make sure to say his full name this time, even though I can barely think.

  “Because I’ve imagined doing this a hundred times. Scratch that, a thousand. I’ve sucked on your nipples in my dreams so many times that I’m a pro.”

  He proceeds to demonstrate that expertise, nipping, sucking, and tugging until I’m a writhing mess. Knowing that it’s Julian who’s touching me like this magnifies each jolt of pleasure, and having Wes hold me in place while Chase watches only heightens it.

  When Julian abandons my wet nipples and moves lower, kissing my belly, I forget to breathe. Wetness pools between my thighs, and I push my hips forward, but my best friend doesn’t give me what I want. Not even close.

  I protest as he starts trailing soft kisses back up, past my breasts, toward my neck. I squeeze my thighs together to get some relief, and when that doesn’t work, I try to grind my ass against the bear shifter. He merely steps back, but keeps my arms pinned in place, leaving me a whimpering, needy mess.

  “Wes, Julian, please,” I beg as my best friend sucks on my neck, sending tingles shooting down my spine.

  “Patience, Ambear,” Wes says, leaving Julian to torture me.

  Then, my eyes land on Chase.

  The bunny shifter’s watching us with such fierce longing that I know he wants exactly the same thing I do. More.

  “Chase, please?” I beg.

  “Can I help you with something, sweetheart?” he teases. “Another kiss? Maybe this?” He moves closer and trails a finger along the waistband on my panties. “Or this?” he falls to his knees in front of me.

  I gasp.

  Julian moves to my side, giving Chase more room as he trails gentle kisses down my shoulder, but my eyes stay locked on Chase.

  “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he says, his words making me blush all the way down to my toes. “Let me make you feel good.”

  He gently nudges my legs apart and pushes my panties to the side, leaving me feeling completely exposed. I throb with need and tremble in anticipation as he leans closer, until his lips are so close I can almost feel them.

  “Chase, please,” I beg as his breath caresses my folds.

  “Be gentle with her,” Wes adds. His concern makes me feel cared for and safe, but oh so frustrated. Because the last thing I want is gentle.

  “I was going to be rough,” Chase echoes my thoughts, his every word sending hot puffs of air against my slit, “but if you insist, how’s this?”

  He gives me one agonizingly slow, intimate lick. I tremble against his tongue, whimper at each new sensation.

  “Yes. More. Please,” I beg, pushing my hips forward, needing more.

  For a second, I think Wes is finally going to end this torture and let go of my arms, but he just transfers his grip to his left hand and cups my breast with his right. I arch into his touch, then moan as Julian starts to suck on my neck.

  “Again?” Chase asks.

  “Yes!” I cry out as he gives me another agonizingly slow lick. “More!”

  “Wes said I had to be gentle,” Chase tells me.

  “Not that gentle,” I beg.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Chase!”

  I nearly scream when he covers my pussy with his lips. Every lick sends waves of heat coursing through me. Every gentle tug on my nipples from Wes only adds fuel to the flame. And as I get closer and closer to release, Julian kisses me, swallowing my whimpers and moans with his lips.

  The pleasure builds, and then it’s suddenly all too much. I buck and scream into Julian’s mouth as my body grows taut and convulses against Chase’s. My pussy contracts, and I come, over and over again, while Chase manages to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of me.

  My legs start to sag, but Wes holds me in place. I keep whimpering long after Chase pulls my panties back into place and stares up at me with a triumphant glint in his eyes and his cock straining against his jeans.

  “My turn.” Wes suddenly lets go of my arms and spins me around.

  He covers my mouth with his in a warm, wet kiss and grabs my ass, lifting me off the ground. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips and sag against him as he starts to carry me across the living room.

  The bear shifter’s huge bulge rubs against my sensitive folds through our clothes with every step, sending aftershocks of pleasure down to my core. I assume he’s taking us to the bedroom, and my pussy tightens in anticipation while I focus on his mouth.

  Wes somehow manages to kiss me like he’s devouring me and treasuring me, all at the same time. When my back hits the wall, and he intentionally grinds his hard bulge against my core, I shudder and shift my hips so I can rub that aching part of myself against him.

  “Wes, please,” I beg against his lips. “Please.”

  “Not yet, Ambear. We’re going to take it real slow,” he says, but the way he’s breathing hard and fast tells me he’s just as affected by this as I am.

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�Slow, huh?” I give his neck a hard suck and grind against him.

  Wes groans, but his resolve doesn’t weaken. “I’m going to make sure you’re good and ready before I let Julian have you.”

  His words fill me with need.

  “I’m ready, Wes. I want this. You. All of you.” I look past him, at Julian, whose eyes burn with desire. Then at Chase, who licks his lips as if still tasting me, and the sight makes my core clench.

  I grind my hips harder against Wes, and we both groan. For a second, I think he’ll waver, but then he rests his forehead against mine. “Not yet, Ambear. Soon. But not yet.”

  And with that, he pushes my panties aside and slides his thumb roughly against my clit.

  Chapter 16

  AMBER

  Wes makes me come. Twice.

  He makes me scream, beg, plead, and finally sag against his chest in a sated, limp mess.

  I’m barely conscious when he steps away from the wall. He carries me to the bedroom and lowers me gently on the bed. Not in the middle, because the bed is so huge it stretches across the whole room, but off to the side near the door.

  Chase and Julian follow us, but this time, I’m not the least bit self-conscious as all three of them stare at me. I stretch out on the soft mattress with a sultry smile, arch my back, and beckon them to join me.

  “She’s all yours, man.” Wes slaps Julian on the shoulder. The two of them exchange an indecipherable look, one I can’t begin to understand, and Julian’s lips curve up in a slight smile.

  He nods at Wes and then climbs onto the bed next to me. He starts to lean on one elbow so he can look at me, but the mattress is too soft for him to maintain his balance. Julian tips and starts to fall on top of me. He manages to right himself, but when Wes and Chase climb onto the bed to join us, it shifts again, tossing Julian onto his back.

  “What’s this mattress made of?” Chase asks.

  Wes grunts.

  I giggle. “Magic.”

  I’ve gotten pretty used to my mattress since we moved here, so I let it sag around me and conform to my body in a soft, pillowy hug before I try to move. Then I lean over Julian and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

  I still can’t believe I get to do this. That I get to be with my best friend and my two hot, sweet, caring shifter mates.

  “I’ve dreamed of this moment for six years,” Julian says softly against my lips.

  “I have too,” I whisper back against his. “You don’t mind that it’s like this? With all four of us?”

  “No, Bean. This... it feels right.”

  “It feels perfect,” I whisper back as I take in my three guys. Guys who made me come without taking anything in return.

  “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about, Bean,” Julian says softly. He reaches for me, and his hand trembles as he tucks an errant strand of hair behind my ear.

  “I’m not nervous,” I tell him, and it’s true. All I feel is anticipation, and I have a pretty good feeling that Julian’s the one who’s nervous. Because while my three guys made sure I was ready, no one did the same for Julian.

  Slowly, I reach forward and pull his shirt over his head. We’ve gone swimming together dozens of times, and I’ve accidentally shifted into him once, so I know what to expect. This is just the first time I get to look at him without feeling guilty. And without worrying that I’ll get caught.

  I let my eyes caress every inch of his skin until I get my fill. As I run my hands up and down his chest, the bed shifts behind me and large fingers splay across my belly.

  The bear shifter slides his hand up and unclasps my bra while I explore the hard ridges and rippled muscles that make up Julian’s chest. When I reach his happy trail and start following it down to the waistband of his jeans, Wes cups my breast and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth.

  I moan and try to focus on my exploration of Julian. When I unbutton his jeans, his breath catches audibly in his throat. With a satisfied grin, I slide the zipper down, but Julian suddenly slips a hand into my panties, catching me completely off guard.

  I arch up as he slides his fingers between my folds, and I forget all about undressing him.

  “You’re so wet,” he groans.

  I try to raise my hips up off the bed to give him better access, only to sink further into the stupid, soft mattress.

  “We’re going to need to get you a new bed,” Wes mutters against my ear.

  “Agreed,” Chase says, even though he’s comfortably lounging on it as he watches us.

  “No argument from me,” Julian says as he draws a circle around my clit in a slow exploration.

  I moan, and he repeats the same motion again.

  “I want to make you feel good, Bean.”

  “Everything you do feels good.” I tremble beneath his touch.

  I still can’t believe we’re doing this. That it’s Julian’s hand between my thighs. That he’s touching me, and I get to touch him. Which reminds me of exactly what I was doing before he distracted me.

  I reach out and give Julian’s jeans a tug. When that doesn’t produce results, I slip my hand inside them and wrap it around his cock. Julian lets out a hiss, and I gasp when his erection pulses in my hand. I try to give him a stroke, to feel more of his hot, velvety smoothness against my palm, but his jeans get in the way.

  “That feels so fucking amazing.” Julian groans, and his hand slips out of my panties. I moan at the loss, but Wes quickly takes his place.

  I pump my hips against the bear shifter's large hand while Chase watches me, his eyes filled with desire.

  Then, Julian tugs his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop. His cock springs free, long and hard, and I run my hand up and down his length as I marvel at the feel of it.

  “Are you ready for Julian to make love to you?” Wes asks, making me gasp.

  Before I can respond, he slips one large finger inside me, and I cry out in surprise. “Oh, hell yes.”

  With a triumphant grin that’s completely familiar, and yet utterly foreign, Julian pulls down my panties. Wes pumps his finger in and out of me the whole time and only slips it out when Julian positions himself between my legs.

  By then I’m filled with need and dripping with desire.

  “Condom,” Wes orders.

  Julian’s cheeks flush, but he quickly recites the protection spell his parents forced him and his sisters to memorize at dinner on our first winter break back from the academy. Mortifying then, but pretty useful now.

  “Are you sure about this, Amber?” Julian asks once the spell is cast.

  I nod, then gasp as he nudges his cock against my entrance and slowly starts to slide inside me.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. It feels good.” I whimper and try to raise my hips to take in more of him, but it doesn’t work. “We really need a new bed.”

  Julian chuckles. Then, with one sure thrust, he fills me completely.

  I yelp, more out of surprise than because of the sting, but my guys all crowd me, their faces filled with worry. Wes covers my lips with his in a slow, sensual kiss, and Chase slides closer, making the mattress shift beneath us. It repositions my hips, burying Julian to the hilt, and a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to my core.

  I moan against Wes’s lips and try to move my hips again, but Julian grabs them and forces me to stay still. Chase latches onto my nipple at the same time, adding to the pleasure. And when Julian starts to rub my clit, I cry out against Wes’s lips.

  “Does it still hurt, little bear?” he asks softly.

  “Should I stop?” Julian adds, his voice strained, his finger still on my clit.

  “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”

  “Are you sure?” Wes stares at me intently, and when I nod, he gives me a quick kiss.

  “How’s this?” Julian slides out slowly and then surges inside me.

  “Gently,” Wes warns while I gasp.

  “More,” I beg. “It feels so good, Julian.”

  My best frien
d doesn't need any further encouragement. He pounds into me, hard and fast, but this time, the sting is completely gone. All I feel is pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I cry out as the pressure starts to build, taking me closer and closer to the edge.

  “Slow,” Wes orders.

  “Fast,” I argue on a moan. “Julian, please.”

  “How’s this?” Julian slides out and then thrusts back inside me, hitting exactly the right spot.

  “Yes, just like that.” I grab his hips and urge him to move faster. “Juli, please.”

  “How long are you going to call me Juli?” He slides out and slams back inside me, trapping me against the mattress. “Say my name, Bean,” he orders, sliding back out.

  “If you want me to stop calling you Juli,” I gasp as his hard cock fills me again and again, each stroke more pleasurable than the last, “then stop calling me Bean.”

  “But I like calling you Bean.” Julian smirks down at me.

  “And I like calling you Juli,” I fire back.

  “And I... oh, hell, Amber.” Julian groans, fucking me faster and harder.

  Then I’m suddenly close. So close I feel desperate. I moan and beg and plead until Wes captures my lips, muffling the sound while my best friend fucks me.

  Then suddenly Chase is there, running his hands up and down my body, caressing me, loving me. And his touch is all it takes.

  I shatter around Julian's cock, and a second later Julian roars as he comes right along with me. Stars explode behind my eyes as his cock pulses inside me with his release. Wes swallows my scream, my whimpers, my contented sigh.

  My head falls back against the pillowy mattress, and I smile up at Julian.

  “That was amazing.” He leans down and we share a long, leisurely kiss. Then he pulls away, and I notice the way Chase is watching us with heat in his eyes. I have to shift my hips as I reach up to kiss him, and to my complete surprise, Julian grows hard inside me.

  I moan as he sends pleasure surging through me with one slow stroke, but the sound mingles with a loud, melodious chime that carries up to our apartment.

  “Is that the doorbell?” Julian asks.

  “I don’t know.” I moan and grab his hips to try and force him to move again.