Rose: Feelin Thorny
Jewels Cafe Sequel
Jewels Arthur
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Jewels Arthur
Rose: Feelin Thorny
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Book design by: Josie Cluney
Editing/Proofreading by: Bookish Dreams Editing & Michelle Motyczka
Formatting by: Inked Imagination Author Services
Published by Jewels Arthur
ISBN 9798623895707 (paperback)
ASIN B084PCTB8H (ebook)
To Kyle and Charlotte, sorry hiding out in the bedroom and all the stress while writing this.
I’d say it won’t happen again, but that’d be a lie.
To my Jewels Cafe sequel girls: Mia, Eva, Tabitha, and Josie. Thanks for cheering me on the whole time! Also, thanks for joining the #HungerGamesOfSilverSprings
To my Wampitch and Vampire, you guys are so amazing.
Thank you for dealing with this mermaid.
Thank you to my amazing PA Sarah Klinger. Love you girl, thanks for keeping me sane.
Thank you to my Betas that are now called Alphas and my Betas that are remaining Betas.
I’ll figure out this author gig soon!!
Robin Scott Dorf, Voe Lettore, Sherry Haynes, Daisy A Sauceda, Rachel Smith, Janet Rose Bingham, Emily Cambridge, Sam McConnell, Yashira Rosado Ortiz, Rachael Temaat, Jennifer Wright Bishop, Rachel Joi Maples, & Roses Reading
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Also by Jewels Arthur
About the Author
Sapphire: Two Scoops of Trouble by Eva Delaney
Rose
I sit at the counter of Jewels Cafe, staring at my coffee and questioning the validity of my life. This isn’t the first time I have done this in the last couple of months. I went from a chunky bartender head over heels in love with her bosses, to a chunky vampire bartender who gets to sleep with all three of her very sexy bosses. I never thought that the men I was desperately in love with were also in love with me. Or that they were vampires, though them being in love with me is still harder to believe.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty awesome. I’m hilarious, if I do say so myself, and I am much less clumsy now that I am a vampire. I’m a hell of a bartender, a dancer, and my blowjobs come highly recommended. I snort at that thought, causing one of my best friends, and owner of Jewels Cafe, to quirk her eyebrow at me.
Amber sets her library book down and looks over at me. “What? Do I have a booger or something?” She rubs her nose, then looks down at her hands in horror. “Oh no, did I half-shift into a troll again? Or Reggie? Did I half-shift into Reggie?”
That makes me laugh harder, but I try to hide my chuckling by taking another drink of my coffee. “No, you aren’t Reg.” I laugh and set my coffee back down on the counter. “Just questioning my life again.”
“Did the guys do something? Because I can shift into Reggie and go down there and kick their asses?” she says, her upper lip already thinning to match Reg’s. The amount of times she has turned into the bouncer from Vee is hilarious. Penis and all.
“No, no! Of course not. It’s not that; it’s just that I don’t understand how I could be so lucky. I’m a vampire, and I get all three men. Plus, I killed Jason. I guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For someone to pinch me and tell me this was all a dream,” I reply, taking another sip of my warm heavenly goodness.
“I feel that sometimes,” Amber says.
“Well, you know what I think?” Sapphire says, pointing her ice cream covered spoon at me. Ice cream splatters off the spoon and lands on the counter, but Amber just laughs and wipes it up. “You gotta drop this shit. This is just a human thing. You are a badass now. Look at what we did with Clarissa Barista.” Sapphire is another one of my besties. She is also a vampire and has a harem of her own. All three of us do, and it all started right here in Jewels Cafe.
One of Amber’s mates, Julian, decided to make a spelled PSL to cause a spark in his relationship with Amber. They were both always head over heels for each other, but neither would admit it. His magic has always been a bit wonky, so he ended up creating a fated mate spell that affected the whole batch of PSLs. Women all over the town started meeting their fated mates, and the only pre-requisite to the spell working? Having a jewel name. From what Amber has told me, not only were her, Saph, and myself affected by the spell, but Topaz, Opal, Peridot, Amethyst, Onyx, Moonstone, Emerald, Ruby, and Pearl also found their fated mates. All because of a pumpkin spice latte. This is why coffee is God's gift to Earth. Caffeine and cock.
I think back to New Year’s Eve at Vee, the nightclub my three mates own. I suppose I am also an owner now, even though thinking that feels weird. I am living there at least, and the guys all make sure I feel as if it’s my home. We had a New Year’s Eve party at Vee, and it ended up being taken over by some woman that wanted a harem of her own. Clarissa Barista, or something like that, decided to change her name to Aquamarine in the hopes that she could get the spell to work on her too. Fuck that.
“I know I am a badass. It’s just still so surreal.” I pause and watch Saph eating ice cream straight out of the carton. A carton she brought with her. “Isn’t it odd to bring your own ice cream to a coffee shop, Saph?” I ask, chuckling at my bizarre friend.
“Rules about where we should and shouldn’t bring ice cream are like buttholes. They’re everywhere, but I don’t want to hear them,” Saph says around another bite of ice cream. Amber and I both start cracking up, pulling the other patrons’ to us. It’s very early in the morning, around four-thirty I’d guess, as the sun hasn’t yet risen. We try to do this once a month or so, get together and just hang out. Amber has even opened the cafe early for us on these days and I think the citizens of Silver Springs are appreciative. “You heard me,” Saph says, pointing her spoon around the room.
“You are lucky you have an in with the beautiful owner of this fine establishment,” says Chase, one of Amber’s mates, as he sleepily walks into the room with his laptop and takes a seat at the counter. Amber leans across the counter and presses her lips to his. I know he’d normally be sleeping now, but it’s spending time with Amber that gets him awake this early.
“True story, rabbit. True story,” Saph replies with a grin. Chase just rolls his eyes and begins typing on his laptop. “I’m also lucky to be fucking a pegasus that owns an ice cream factory. Life is gooooood.”
I laugh and look down at my phone as it lights up with a new text message coming in.
&nbs
p; Finn: Rosalie, where the hell are you?
Me: I’m at Jewels Cafe talking to Amber and lost track of time. Need something?
Finn: Yes. Your pussy.
I can’t help the huge smile that spreads across my face as I read the messages. “You are definitely right about that, Saph. Life is good.”
Rose
I walk into our loft and see that Dean is holding some kind of paper while Seb reads it over his shoulder. Dean looks concerned and waits for Sebastian to finish. When he looks up to see me walking into the room, he gives me a small smile that still manages to melt my heart a bit.
“What do you think this means?” Sebastian asks as he sits down in the chair across from Dean.
“It means that we are being watched. I am willing to bet big money that the health inspector that visited us last week was somehow linked to this bullshit.” Dean throws the paper down on the couch and leans his head back, rubbing his forehead. He looks stressed, something I don’t see on him very often. He is always serious but never stressed. I mean, what can stress out a vampire? The sun? Garlic? Wait, can I not have garlic anymore?
"Can we eat garlic?" I ask, changing the subject abruptly.
"I'm sorry, what now?" Sebastian asks, looking at me strangely.
"Do we not like garlic?" I ask again, because I want to get an answer to this before moving on to any potential danger. What? I like food, even if my diet now mostly consists of blood. Once a fat girl, always a fat girl.
"I have no personal preference for or against garlic, Rosalie," Dean replies with a wider smile. He puts his arm out, inviting me to join him on the couch. I walk towards him, prepared to sit next to him and cuddle into his side, when he pulls me onto his lap. I squirm a bit, still worried about my weight and that I will crush him. The guys being freakishly strong vampires is still something I'm getting used to.
"What about silver?" I ask, feeling all cozy as he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles into my neck.
"Silver can be bad. It won’t kill us but can restrain us. It hurts very badly," Dean replies with a chuckle.
"So just that and a wooden stake to the heart? That's what will take me down?"
As the question leaves my lips, of course, this is the moment Finn decides to walk into the room. "Is someone taking you out, Rose?" he asks teasingly. He comes over and kisses me as I sit on Dean's lap, then squeezes one of my boobs because he obviously can't help himself. I roll my eyes and laugh as he takes a seat right next to us, putting his hand on my bare thigh. There are several seats in the room, but he chooses the one next to me. Cue heart melting a bit more.
"No, I was just curious because Dean is stressed."
"Are you stressed about getting staked, mate?" Finn asks, jabbing Dean's arm.
"No, I'm stressed about that." Dean points at the letter that I have yet to read. Finn grabs it, and I lean over so I can read it with him.
"The bar is being cited for overserving?! That's bullshit! I've never overserved anyone," I shout in outrage, causing Dean's arms to tighten around me.
"It's clearly bullshit," Finn says, crinkling the paper into a ball and throwing it across the room, then he turns his attention back to me.
"This is serious, Finn. They will be sending in officials to make sure everything is up to code," Dean scolds.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll impress the fucking pointy heads well enough. You keep this place in tip-top shape, Dean, and Sebastian is always on top of the books. They won't find a flaw," Finn replies, unshaken. “Besides, as Rose said, we don’t overserve. Ever.”
"I don't know, man. First, the health inspector coming in due to reports of drinking in unauthorized areas, and now this? It seems a little fishy that in the how many years we've been here, now we are suddenly a threat," Sebastian argues.
Finn shrugs, his hand tracing circles on my thigh. "I still think you all are getting worked up for nothing. What do you think, baby?"
I quirk my lips and think back to the past few nights. "I know I've never overserved anyone. Especially now that I'm a vampire. I can sense how drunk a person is, so I know when to cut them off. Plus, we pay for Ubers. What is the fucking problem?"
Dean frowns. "The problem is that we are clearly being targeted. We just need to figure out why."
I cross my arms across my chest and pout, getting angry at the thought of anyone targeting us. My fangs have already dropped, and I don't realize I'm growling until I notice Finn staring at me.
"That is so fucking hot," Finn says, barely above a whisper, his fingers now squeezing the skin on my thigh.
I snap out of my angry state and look at him curiously. "What is?"
"You getting all territorial. It's fucking sexy as hell," he replies huskily.
I roll my eyes at him, making a tsk sound. "You always say that. You think it's hot when I brush my teeth."
He shrugs. "Well, that's true, but this is especially fucking sexy."
I laugh until I look over at Sebastian, who is nodding in agreement. I squirm on Dean's lap to find that he is hard. "They're right, Rosalie. It is very attractive on you."
"Hmmmmm," I murmur, suddenly feeling a lot less worried about being targeted and a lot more focused on my men. I hate to be the woman that can no longer focus on serious stuff and just constantly wants to jump on dick, but I can’t help it. I’d blame it on the mating bond, but I know deep down that I would have taken full advantage of this before I ever drank that PSL. It’s addictive how these men make me feel, and when I am old and gray, I don’t want to have wasted a second of this time with them. Well, okay. I won’t ever be old and gray, but still.
I squirm a bit more on Dean's lap, turning so that I am facing him with one leg on each side of his waist. The adjustment puts my pussy right above his hardness, and since my dress has slid up, it’s only his slacks and my thin lace panties separating us. I lace my fingers around his neck and look down at him, loving that although my breasts are right in his face, he still looks into my eyes. "I don't like anyone threatening my men," I say with a hiss, causing Dean's eyes to darken.
Finn's hand slides up my bare thigh, pushing my dress higher up my body. I shiver slightly at the touch, and my movements cause Dean to groan.
Dean's fingers dig into my waist as he holds me in place, his eyes still burning into mine. "We will never let anyone hurt you. What happened with Jason is a clear indicator that you can take care of yourself, Rosalie. But I promise you, we will do everything in our power to make sure something like that never happens again."
I growl loudly again, thinking back to how helpless I felt in that fucking house with Jason. Something I refuse to ever feel again. "I will never let anyone hurt any of you. No one fucks with my family," I hiss back, my lip curling at the thought of these three men in danger.
"Say it again," Sebastian says quietly from behind me. I hear him get up, and his bare feet pad softly on the white carpet.
"I will never let anyone hurt any of you," I repeat, anger still thick in my tone.
"No, the second part," Sebastian says, much closer to me now, his breath tickling my ear as he says the words.
"No one fucks with my family," I repeat, feeling a lightness in my chest at the words. Family. These men are my family, and I am theirs.
"Fuck," Sebastian groans against my neck, causing me to grind against Dean's hard cock. "I fucking love hearing you say that." The words have barely left his lips before he plunges his teeth into my neck. I scream my pleasure as he drinks from me, and I can't help but rock my body on Dean's lap, aching for something more.
"Shit, Sebastian, warn me before you do that. If she keeps grinding that sweet pussy on me, I'm not going to be able to make it out of my pants before I come," Dean exclaims, his voice a growl.
Sebastian releases my throat, licking the spot to get every drop of my blood. "I'm sorry, brother, I couldn’t fucking help it." He nuzzles his face into my neck, and I keep grinding against Dean, loving how the fabric feels rubbing against my clit. I smile as I feel
my hair pushed to the side and the zipper starts moving down the back of my dress. Finn works to undress me as I sit on top of his brother, and I do nothing to stop him. I want this so much, it hurts. I want to forget about any danger, any threat, and just revel in this moment. In my men.
Finn pulls my dress up and over my head, leaving me in just a bra and panties, then he unhooks the back of the bra, and I move my arms to let him pull the straps off. My breasts spill out, and Dean's lips immediately attack, placing kisses against the sensitive skin and taking my hard nipples into his mouth. There was a point in my life where my large breasts made me uncomfortable because of their size. Everyone talks about how amazing giant tits are, but they never consider how real ones look. Big tits that are real aren't perky; they sag and have stretch marks. Any kind of self-consciousness I may have felt about them before evaporated when I started this relationship with the Whitaker brothers. They look at me like I am a goddess, and I have honestly started to feel like one. They kiss every inch of me like they can't believe how lucky they are to have me. They worship my body in a way you only see in movies or read in books. I can be in sweatpants, and they still look at me like I am the sexiest woman in the world. It's amazing for your self-esteem but not so great for your humbleness.
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