Onyx (Jewels Cafe Book 10)

by Melissa Adams

I never knew what being kissed breathless felt like until this moment but I suspected that kissing Dylan would feel this way since I first saw him on the first day of school.

  Our kiss deepens, hungry and consuming and soon he’s pressing me against the wall and the contact with his hard muscles makes me tremble in his arms.

  He stops kissing me for a second and he asks me if I’m ok and really, I’m not ok.

  I feel like a total dork to be ruining this moment but I voice the thought that made its way into my mind while my body was set on fire by his kiss and all I should’ve been able to think about was how much I want Dylan.

  “Cutie, what’s up? Am I going too fast? I know that you haven’t known me for as long as you have Allan and Robyn, but I like you. I like you so much that you’re all I can think about.”

  “You’re going fast but it’s ok because I like you too, Dylan.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  His eyes are smoldering with intensity and I almost don’t open up but I have to be honest with him.

  “Allan and Robyn. I like them too. I like all three of you and ... I kissed Robyn earlier on the bus and Allan last night, when he drove me home. I don’t think I can choose among you. I’m sorry.”

  If I was worried about his reaction, I’m really surprised when instead of being angry, he smiles softly and brings his lips closer to mine again, almost touching but not quite.

  “It’s fine, Onyx. We were hoping that you’d like all of us. We talked about it and if you’re happy to date all three of us, we’re happy too. We’re family and we only want to see one another happy, and what makes us all happy is being with you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “As sure as the fact that Christmas comes every year on the twenty-fifth of December.”

  When he kisses me again, I don’t hold back and let him explore my mouth pulling him closer to me, biting on his bottom lip when I feel that I can’t catch my breath.

  Dylan’s lips leave mine to start trailing kisses down my neck and when he reaches the base of it, I moan at how good it feels and hold myself tighter to him.

  That’s when he grinds against me and I feel that I’m not the only one that feels more and more excited with every kiss and touch.

  He’s rock hard against me and when I moan again, he repeats the movement, grinding his hardness against my center.

  There’s only the fabric of his jeans and the thin material of my little black dress between us and each grind of his hard length against me feels better than the last, so I lift one of my legs, curling it around his hip to get the most of this contact.

  That encourages Dylan to thrust against me harder and faster, lifting me by placing his hands under my thighs and using the wall to lean against.

  Our chests are touching and my hands slip inside his t-shirt, to feel the muscles of his back, encased in the softest, smoothest skin I’ve ever touched and I wish that we weren’t outside, fully clothed.

  But his thrusts feel so good even through our clothes that soon I feel my core starting to clench as the small nub in my center is on fire with the relentless rubbing against Dylan’s hard-on.

  I can barely breathe and I realize that the desperate moans I hear are coming from me.

  “Let go, Onyx. I want to hear how you sound when you come.”

  His voice is so low, almost rough as he keeps grinding against me, with those dark hazel eyes fixed onto mine.

  And I let the feeling of his body against mine take over when the first long, intense wave of pleasure washes over me and Dylan keeps moving against me until my orgasm ebbs away, holding me tight against Vee’s back wall.

  He sets me back down on my feet slowly and keeps a supportive arm around my waist.

  My heart is still beating fast and my body feels pleasantly sated but I can feel that Dylan is still hard against my hip.

  I’m about to say something, when the nightclub’s back door opens and Robyn and Allan spill out into the alleyway.

  They’re holding some cocktail glasses and Robyn offers me one.

  “Your Motherfucker Jones, my lady.”

  I take the glass from his hand and by the way he looks at me, I know he must’ve noticed my swollen lips, mussed hair and flushed appearance but he smiles and he’s gentleman enough not to make any comment.

  “The cops are gone. We hid in the bathrooms until they left and then Rose was kind enough to give everyone a drink on the house. Let’s have these and then go back in to dance?”

  11.

  Three Little Words

  Onyx

  THE NEXT FEW WEEKS are a whirlwind of activity as we get our theater back while the Debate Club is away for their regional competition.

  I can’t help thinking that I should’ve been competing with them and when we get news that Stone Hill High lost in the finals with both Joe and Brittany losing their debates to a fancy Prep school, I feel vindicated but surprisingly I don’t feel happy.

  My new reality is playing Scrooge in the school play, looking after Mom and hanging out with my three hot boyfriends.

  I know that looking at my situation from the outside, I look like a lucky little bitch, to say it with my bestie’s choice of words when I told her about my relationship with the ‘three ghosts’.

  And really, if I have to be picky, the only thorns in my side are Valentina’s constant put-downs and malicious stares and my own self-doubt.

  My self-declared archenemy doesn’t miss any opportunity to try and make me look bad: she’s learned all my lines and at the tiniest mistake I make, she’s quick to correct me.

  I know it was her calling the cops that night at Vee as retaliation for not being invited.

  I have no proof but her smug look on the Monday after, when she asked Dylan how was the nightclub, told me all I need to know.

  And as for my self-doubt, I can’t get it out of my own head that the guys now like me because of that wish and that somehow none of this is real and the other shoe will drop eventually.

  I have to give it to Miss Devlin, she chose the right person to play Scrooge, because the fact that Christmas is fast approaching is another stress factor.

  Christmas and I have been at odds for years and I keep wondering what horrible things the wretched holiday has got in store for me this year.

  I’m lost in these sorts of gloomy thoughts on the day we try on our costumes for the play and I have to try my best to ignore Valentina’s evil smirk while we put on our costumes in the girls changing room.

  The room is small and we’re the last girls to try our costumes on.

  Hers is a cheerleader outfit, while I’m wearing a black, shimmery ball gown in the opening scene, a simple pair of jeans and a sweater in the daytime scenes, and a white lace nightie with spaghetti straps during the night time scenes when I’m visited by the ghosts.

  As soon as I put on the nightie, I know something’s wrong: this is definitely the wrong size.

  It must be a size two, so definitely too small for my size six frame: my boobs are spilling almost completely out from the front of my garment and this thing’s so short that it barely covers my butt.

  Miss Devlin is standing outside our door waiting impatiently for us to come out and show her how we look.

  I’m really embarrassed by the amount of flesh I’m showing and when Miss Devlin urges me to come out, I shout that my costume is the wrong size.

  “Just let me see, Onyx. Maybe we can alter it.”

  I open the door and show her: only magic could make this costume two sizes bigger.

  Miss Devlin is standing there joined by Valentina and flanked by the boys in their ghosts costumes.

  Valentina looks at me in her perfectly fitting cheerleader outfit with her hands on her hips and a derisive smile on her face.

  “What happened, did you gain some weight? Or is there some truth in the rumor that one of the guys knocked you up?”

  When I don’t say anything to her cruel taunt, she arches one of her pe
rfect blonde brows and continues:

  “After all I’m not surprised that you’re such a whore. Your mom’s been fucking half the men in Silver Springs and your dad isn’t any better. Are you and your mother gonna give birth together?”

  I’m about to bitch-slap her: she can insult me but not my mom and Dad. I know that they aren’t perfect but they’re good parents. They love me and it’s just very sad to see that they’ve lost their way to each other.

  She doesn’t have the right to berate them.

  I never have the chance to speak up because Allan tells her to shut up but she obviously doesn’t know when to quit because she shrugs, trying to look innocent and doing a very poor job at it for the excellent actress she claims to be.

  “Allan, as the club’s secretary you’re in charge of ordering all the costumes. You must’ve ordered my size out of habit, since I’ve always played the lead in every production since freshman year ...”

  But he doesn’t let her get away with it.

  “Dude, that’s a low blow even for you! You were in charge of double checking the orders and the invoices as the club’s treasurer.”

  She juts her chin up and her tone is defiant when she says:

  “It’s not my fault if your girlfriend’s fat!”

  “Miss Johnson, this is enough! Boys, please make sure that all the costumes are stored securely, while Miss Johnson and I discuss her poor attitude with the principal.”

  Allan and Dylan walk toward the theater storage room but Robyn follows me unexpectedly into the changing room, locking the door behind himself.

  The Ghost of Christmas Past outfit really suits him, it looks like what a gentleman would’ve worn in the 1800s: his slacks are made of black silk and stop right below his knee.

  He’s wearing a long blue evening jacket in what looks like velvet.

  He stands so close to me that our chests are touching and when his hand caresses my cheek, I lean into his touch.

  All the stress of the last few weeks finally has the best of me and I can’t stifle my tears.

  “Hey sweets, no. Why are you crying? We’ll fix the costume, Onyx. Don’t listen to Valentina, she’s just bitter because you got the role she wanted and because the guys and I want you and not her. You aren’t fat, you’re perfect and beautiful and you’ve no idea how much I’m trying to be a gentleman but how much I wanna touch your tits. Have I told you that you’re the sexiest girl in the whole school? Fuck, you’re the sexiest girl in the world to me!”

  His blue eyes are darkened by his concern for me but I also see a fire lurking behind Robyn’s always composed attitude.

  When his lips kiss my tears away, I don’t shy away from the contact and I kiss him back as soon as he finds my mouth.

  Our kiss is passionate, intense, salty, and a little bitter because of my tears.

  His hands skim over my naked shoulders and his touch is reverent and feverish at the same time.

  I gasp when one of his hands closes on the swell of my breast, rubbing his palm on my nipple through the thin lace of my nightie and I bite on his bottom lip, immediately forgetting why I was upset and surrounding his neck with my arms.

  Robyn takes a step forward stopping when my butt comes into contact with the edge of the vanity desk where the actors are supposed to do their makeup.

  His solid body presses against mine and I feel his growing excitement against one of my thighs, grinding instinctively against him.

  Suddenly all that matters is that I wanna feel his kisses and his hands everywhere and he doesn’t disappoint, when his lips start a hot descent down my neck while his hands skim down my waist and settle on my hips.

  When he bites softly at the base of my neck, where my shoulder starts, I push his jacket off his broad shoulders revealing his silky white shirt.

  He looks like I’ve always imagined Mr Darcy to look in Pride and Prejudice, Robyn is handsome and hot but always a little reserved, as if he tried to keep the outside world at arm’s length.

  He lifts me up, making me sit on the edge of the vanity, as his hands push down on the spaghetti straps of my nightie, freeing my breasts for his hot kisses.

  The feeling of his lips, tongue, and teeth against my soft skin is delicious and I arch toward him when he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, grazing it softly with his teeth and then soothing it by sucking on it.

  That’s one of the most exquisite things I’ve ever felt and I know he must like it too because his hips are settled between my thighs and now he’s so hard that I hope he’ll grind against me, like Dylan did in that alleyway a few weeks ago.

  But Robyn has different plans because he pushes the thin material of my panties down my hips and I instinctively lift off the table to help him slide them completely off.

  He runs an exploratory finger on my bare skin and a deep, appreciative moan leaves his throat when he finds me soaking wet.

  He stops kissing me for a second, settling the deepest, bluest gaze on me and that’s when I know what he wants: everything.

  His eyes are so blue and dark that I lose myself in them for a moment: I’ve always wanted to look into them like this, openly basking in their depths.

  “Onyx, I want you so fucking much ...”

  I nod, unable to find my voice and our fingers meet at the button of his pants, pushing them down and making even quicker work of his boxer briefs.

  His hard length lines up with my opening, the silky skin of his tip touching my skin and making my core clench in anticipation of what’s gonna happen next.

  And that’s when I think that I’ve only been with one guy before, and even if this isn’t my first time, I feel the same anticipation I felt when I lost my virginity but for a different reason.

  This feels right because I’m doing it for the right reason and with the right person.

  I had sex with Joe because I knew he expected it and I had just turned eighteen, so I thought it was time.

  With Robyn it’s completely different: I’ve always wanted him and I realize that I love him and I always have.

  He pushes closer to me but stops when we come into full contact, just shy of entering me.

  “I ... oh shit! I don’t have a condom.”

  His pupils are dilated with excitement and his breathing is labored, his solid chest visibly rising and falling with each breath.

  “I’m on the pill, Robyn. And before today I’ve always used condoms.”

  He smiles.

  “Me too—”

  I interrupt him, a little taken aback.

  “You’re on the pill?”

  He chuckles, brushing his lips against mine.

  “No, silly. I’ve always used condoms. So I’m clean, if you’re ok with— ”

  “Yes.”

  And then he thrusts inside me with one smooth push of his hips, stopping only when he’s in as deep as my sitting position allows.

  The feeling of his steely hardness encased by the smoothest skin I’ve ever felt, makes me immediately clench around him and he pushes me closer by grabbing the bottom of my thighs and making me lean backwards, allowing him to go deeper inside me.

  And then he starts moving slightly lifting his hips every time he pushes himself back in and my body reacts with spasms of electric pleasure with every deep thrust.

  Soon enough, we lose ourselves in the exquisite sensations our bodies are creating and nothing else matters but the way our bodies connect.

  The only noises we can hear are our moans, mixed together in the most sensual sounds I’ve ever heard.

  This is when something happens: after a particularly deep thrust, my inner walls start contracting around him and I know I’m about to come apart.

  It’s never happened before with my ex: I never had an orgasm just through penetration, he had to touch me to make me come.

  “Robyn, I—”

  My voice comes out in a desperate pant and he responds with a deep thrust, pushing harder against me and tipping me over the edge.

 
; “Oh God!”

  He grunts trying to resist the contractions of my inner walls but succumbing to my body’s assault and following my release with his own.

  I feel him twitching inside me and flooding me with several warm gushes, and that’s such an amazing feeling that it amplifies my pleasure as I keep pulsing around him until we lean into each other, exhausted and still joined, unable and unwilling to move.

  Our breathing slows down and he softly kisses my lips, withdrawing from me and helping me off the vanity table.

  When I’m standing on my own two feet, he tucks a strand of my red hair behind my ear and his eyes are intense and so gorgeous when he whispers three little words.

  “I love you.”

  And then I don’t know what happens: I should kiss him back, be happy and say it back because God knows that I feel exactly the same way and I have for a long time.

  But all I can feel is sadness and a sense of foreboding as my heart clenches painfully in my chest.

  How can any of this be real? Up until three weeks ago, I’d be lucky if Robyn or any of the guys said more than hello to me.

  And that was after I joined the Drama Club, before that I was totally invisible.

  So I look away from him and all I can see is a flicker of hurt in his dark blue eyes.

  “Uhm, you don’t have to say it back, Onyx but—”

  And something in his hurt tone makes me flip-out: hot, angry tears stream down my cheeks and I put both my palms on his chest, pushing him away.

  His body heat and his sweet scent are falsely comforting and they’re confusing my stormy feelings, with him so close I can’t think.

  “You say you love me? You’re either lying to me or none of this is real, you tell me which one it is, Robyn!”

  He takes a step back, surprised by the vehemence in my tone.

  “Onyx, if you don’t feel the same, it’s just fine. I can wait. But I don’t understand.”

  I lash out, more and more convinced that his feelings have been caused by that wish I made or by some kind of magic.

  Or that this is Christmas’s way to strike again and that the boys have got close to me because of the play and on Christmas Eve, after the last show is over, everything will go back to how it was.