Opal: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Jewels Cafe Book 4)

by Candace Wondrak

  The heart of Silver Springs was in the rearview mirror, and we eventually pulled into our shared driveway. It was early evening; Kent was home, his car parked in front of my garage—the bastard—but I let it be because I knew it was only because I was with Brock, and his car went in their garage.

  Brock let me get out before he pulled into the garage, and I stood there, clutching the canvas, wondering just what to say or do. Should I invite him in? Was that too forward? Right now I didn’t really care about being too forward; my libido had been in overdrive lately, and I really needed to feel some skin on mine.

  “Do you want to come in?” Brock asked.

  I could go into his house…but that would mean I’d also see Ace and Kent, which I didn’t particularly want. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust myself around them…no, wait, that’s exactly what it was. I didn’t trust myself, my body, or my thoughts around them. I was like a horny teenager all over again, thinking just about the D.

  Oh, God, I wanted to invite him over. I wanted to cook him dinner, stare at his cute face, and jump his bones. What woman didn’t have an artist phase? What straight woman could stare at Brock’s face and not want to lick him up and down repeatedly?

  Then again, just because I was horny was no excuse to jump into something too speedy with him. He was my neighbor, and until recently, very recently, I’d complained to Sofia about them all on a daily basis. Having him come over, screwing his brains out, might be crossing the line here.

  It pained me to hold back, telling him, “No, I should…I should try to get some work done tonight.”

  “Right. We could…we could do this again sometime though, right? I mean, another date? It wasn’t so bad,” Brock stumbled over his words, yet again being adorable. “Or was it? Was it a bad date? It was a bad date, wasn’t it…”

  I stopped him from saying anything more, holding my canvas aside as I grabbed him by the coat to yank him down, giving him a heated kiss that I hoped told him the date was anything but bad. It was good…I just needed some more time to face the music. Or maybe my vibrator to keep myself under control.

  “The date was amazing,” I told him once I pulled my lips off his. “But I do have a deadline.”

  “Right.” Brock’s cheeks were flushed when the kiss ended, and he gave me a tiny smile. “I’ll see you later.”

  I gave him a wave as I headed back to my house. That date was a nice distraction from my current work, and I knew I would get shit done tonight. No. As I entered my house and set down the canvas in the living room, I knew what I had to do.

  Vibrator city, here I come.

  Chapter 8

  You know what was even better than using a vibrator? Using a vibrator in the shower, having the warm water pelt your skin as you laid there, your legs apart, good feelings spreading all through you. Oh, it was amazing. It was the best feeling in the world—the only thing that would make it better would be having someone else in here with me. Maybe a mouth down there.

  My head rested on the back of the tub, and my mind went everywhere. I pictured Brock happily going at me from between my legs. I imagined Kent forcing my ankles apart and edging me to an orgasm, making me suffer as he kept me from finding that bodily high. And Ace…no, I couldn’t imagine Ace down there, not when he looked so sad. Maybe I would be the one going down on him.

  Holy hell. Yes, I was a horndog right now. Something was seriously wrong with me. It was like I couldn’t get my mind off my neighbors even if I tried—and I did try, really. I did. It sucked, because I knew if I had one of them, I’d never be able to have them all.

  It was a selfish desire to have them all, a scenario that would rest purely in my imagination. To have all three guys…something like that didn’t just happen in normal, everyday life. Maybe in the movies. Maybe in those books Sofia read with the shifters and multiple mates and all that. I knew some humans were polyamorous, but I never thought myself one of them. Not really.

  Then again, I didn’t think I’d ever put much thought into it.

  I didn’t know how long I laid there in the shower, using that vibrator on myself, but it was an awfully long time. When the water began to lose its warmth, I decided to get up. I’d brought myself to an orgasm quite a few times, and this time I used the shower’s water to stifle my moaning. Yeah, I guess I wasn’t a quiet one.

  As I got out, I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around myself. My body was still tingly, so I didn’t want to put on clothes just yet. I left my vibrator in the sink, telling myself to wash it off later. With my wet hair clipped up and a towel around my body, I left the bathroom, letting the steam out into the hall, and headed to my room. My legs felt a little like Jell-O still, but the feeling would go away soon, I knew.

  I froze the moment I stepped into my room, my heart beating a mile a minute as I stared at the man situated in front of my dresser, currently going through the drawer that held all of my intimates. The man had his wide, strong back to me, but I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. He was blonde, as muscular as a linebacker, and he wore a suit.

  Kent.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, sounding a bit shriller than I intended. “How did you get in my house?” He had a bad habit of just letting himself in whenever the hell he wanted and doing whatever the hell he wanted, too.

  Kent didn’t even turn to face me. He still rummaged in my drawer, as if he was doing nothing wrong. “You don’t have anything sexy, do you?” he asked. Finally, he tossed me a look. It read unimpressed. “We’ll have to change that, I think.”

  “What—you can’t just—”

  “And you, Opal, never seem to lock your door.” Kent shoved the drawer closed, turning to face me with a smug expression on his face. “Someday someone you don’t like might come in.” Half of his lips curled into a smirk, and I wanted to wipe that smirk off his attractive face.

  And old habit, and a new one, the new one being that I wanted to jump his bones and find out if his dick was as thick as the rest of his body.

  “That’s funny,” I finally found my voice, setting my hands on my hips above the towel. “Because I’m staring at someone I don’t like right now.”

  “Liar,” Kent accused, reaching to his shirt to undo the top two buttons. Today he wore a dark blue shirt under a black suit jacket, with black pants that hugged every feature of his tall, muscular frame.

  My lower gut burned, and it took everything in me to say, “I don’t need your mouth, Kent.”

  His legs brought him closer to me, and I, stupidly, remained in place, allowing him to inch closer, letting him reach around my head, grab the clip holding my wet hair up, and pull it out. As my brown, wet lengths fell down my back, he whispered, “I think you do.”

  I…I did not…I might’ve imagined having his mouth, but that was…

  “I don’t—” I didn’t get a chance to say anything else.

  “Why don’t you shut up and let me take the lead? You talk too much anyway, you know. You sound much better when you’re lost in pleasure, like you sounded in that shower…and last night.” The smirk on Kent’s face only grew wider as his green gaze traveled down, noting the towel clinging to my body.

  My cheeks flared in embarrassment. “You…you heard me last night?”

  He nodded, slowly taking off his suit jacket and tossing it at the foot of the bed. “We all did, actually. It was impossible not to, with you over here practically wailing. Tell me…” Kent moved to circle me, stopping as he stood behind me. “What had you so riled up last night?” He trailed his fingers along my spine, starting at the base of my neck.

  With his fingers still tantalizing, I shivered, even though I wasn’t cold. Quite the opposite, actually. “I…I had a dream.”

  “A dream of what?” When I said nothing, he removed his fingers from my neck, only to grip both of my upper arms, lean me back into him as he brought his lips to my ear to whisper, “Don’t make me ask again, Opal.” A threat, a warning that this could get rough.
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  I was…both intrigued and startled by his blunt words.

  What was the use of lying to him? If they heard me last night…there was no point in denying it.

  “I dreamt of Ace and Brock…and you.” I bit my lower lip as his hold on my upper arms loosened, his fingers trailing along them until he reached my wrists, which he then held onto with a firm, unyielding grip.

  “And what we were doing to you in this dream?” His low voice purred out, “I assume we were doing something to you…or was it to each other?”

  Whoa. Let’s…let’s not open that can of possibilities just yet. I was having a hard enough time fighting my feelings for these guys as it was.

  A secret part of me whispered: why fight it? Every time you do, your body aches with need. Why bother pushing them away when accepting them could make you feel so good your mind and body will never be the same again?

  You know, that secret part of me just might be right. Fighting them could be inevitable. Maybe this was a temporary libido boost, but damn, I didn’t care. Giving in would be the sweetest release I’d had in a while—and I’d just given myself multiple orgasms in the shower.

  “Kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Pinning me down and…” My voice was stolen from me when Kent yanked the bit of the towel that was keeping it up and let it fall to the floor. The cool air of my bedroom instantly hardened my nipples—or maybe that was due to the fact that I ached for the man behind me, his deep, ravenous words and his stern, no-nonsense demeanor.

  “Do you liked to be pinned down, Opal?”

  Every time he said my name, a jolt of molten desire shot through me, made me ache in my core and drip with desire. I could barely get ahold of myself to nod, and once I did, Kent weaved his fingers through my hair and forced me to face him, pressing my still damp body against his clothes, clearly not caring if they got wet.

  “Then I think it’s time to pin you down,” he all but growled out, and before I knew what was happening, he had me down on my bed, my legs hanging off the side of it. With his chest wide above mine, practically all I could see, he forced my legs open and trailed a single hand up my inner thigh, moving deliberately slow, as if knowing he was teasing me.

  When his fingers found my most sensitive spot, as they slid along those pink folds, I closed my eyes and let out a moan.

  “So wet,” Kent commented. “I bet you could take me now.” He moved his hand, only to grind his midsection against me. Through his pants, I could feel his hardened cock, and I practically purred against him, needing him. Needing every inch of him right this very fucking second. “Tell me what you want.” A command, one I could not disobey.

  “You,” I whispered. “I want you.” God, I couldn’t make up my mind, could I? Brock, Ace, Kent. I wanted them all. I wanted to be that greedy bitch and have them all. Get my cake and eat it too, except in this case, it’d be three cakes, all at once, each a special flavor only I could taste.

  “What part of me?” Kent leaned against me, pressing his erection against my open legs, his lips near my ear. He fisted my hair, angling my neck towards him, and ran his tongue up my throat, causing me to moan.

  “Your cock,” I cried out, “I want your cock.”

  Kent nodded against me, murmuring, “Good girl.” He got off me enough to reach for his belt, and I glanced at his groin, seeing the imprint of his cock. Just from its bulge, I knew it was going to be massive, a monster that might hurt going in. Whatever. At this point, I didn’t care. I just wanted it. I wanted him.

  I was so done pushing them away. If my place became a revolving door for them, fine. I really didn’t give a single shit, because I wanted them. I needed them. I craved them all like an addict craved her next fix. Ace, Brock, and Kent—they were my fix, my drug of choice. They were my sexy, handsome devils, and I was Eve in the Garden of Eden, giving in to temptation after trying to fight it for so long.

  Kent whipped off his belt, and within a minute, his pants were down, his cock springing free. Its bulbous tip dripped with precum, and I found myself licking my lips in anticipation. My inner thighs quivered, and I groaned a desperate, wordless plea: stick that thing inside me, make me cry out in pain, make me lose all sense of self as you make me yours.

  His cock was huge. At least eight inches in length and so thick I doubted that my fingers could curl around its base. But maybe that was me just exaggerating. Or maybe not. I’d find out soon enough.

  “I want to hear you,” Kent demanded, grabbing himself and running a fist along his length once. The veins on its sides bulged and popped out even more, and never did I ever want to be taken like an animal more. This was a first for me. “Don’t stifle that pretty voice of yours.”

  He positioned his tip at my entrance, and I sighed. My legs hung off the side of the bed, Kent standing. He was going to pound away at me and watch me on the bed. He wasn’t even going to take off his shirt, not that I cared. The most important bit was out, and currently making its way inside of me inch by thick inch.

  He filled me up like no one else ever had before. My back arched and I breathed a ragged breath when he filled me to my core. My eyes closed, and I let the feeling of being taken swallow me whole.

  “Are you on birth control, or should I pull out?” Kent asked, his voice as rough as the fingers gripping my waist. “I’d rather watch my cum leak out of you, but if I have to come on your stomach, I will.”

  I could not say it fast enough, “I’m on the pill.” I’d been on the pill for what felt like ages, and never really counted on it much. Sure, I’d had a few boyfriends here and there, but it was never a fuckfest. This…at this rate, my life just might turn into one, and I wouldn’t say no if it did.

  “Good.” With that, Kent began to thrust, dragging that thick member out of me before shoving it back in. Over and over, ramming himself into me and making me cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I didn’t know whether or not I totally enjoyed being filled up to the brim, my core being pushed to its handling capacity, but I didn’t care. Right now I was near mindless.

  I was a blubbering mess while he was inside of me. I tried to grab onto his shirt, but he moved his hands from my waist and held my arms down as he fucked me senseless, pinning my wrists above my head.

  “Such an innocent face, even while being fucked,” Kent murmured, voice ragged.

  He rammed himself hard into me, pushing himself as deep as he could go without breaking me, and I cried out, practically unable to see straight. Kent’s voice turned into a series of grunts, and the sounds of our sex filled my bedroom. My body took his, took everything he would give me, and when he reached his peak, his eyes slammed shut and his thrusting became harder, fiercer, more erratic and unstable.

  Kent groaned a deep-throated moan, and I watched through slit eyelids as he shuddered, coming inside of me, filling me up even more with his cum. He was unhurried in pulling out of me, and I wasn’t about to ask him how long he’d let his cock linger inside of me. Being one with him like this was…well, it was better, far hotter than I ever could’ve imagined, and I’ve imagined a lot lately.

  After a minute, he pulled out of me, leaning back to watch his thick cock emerge from my core, slick with the spent juices of our sex. His monster of a dick was still hard, but he seemed content to watch my open slit as his cum started to ooze out.

  I couldn’t even picture what I looked like right then: my legs open, my chest heaving, my skin a flustered red, totally and completely spent. He’d come into my house while I was in the shower, using my favorite vibrator, and he’d made me into his sex toy, basically. It wasn’t the worst thing to happen to me, but as I laid there, watching him watch me, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was it, if this was merely a one-time thing.

  He came, he saw, he conquered—not exactly in that order—so would he leave now? Would he never give me a second glance?

  Oh, God. And Brock…I literally just went on a date with him, and I slept with his roommate. Damn it. I didn’t think I’d ev
er be able to look at him again after this, because surely Kent would brag about it to Brock and Ace. They would both hear of his conquest of me, how easily I’d given in, how I didn’t fight him at all.

  Huh. Now that…that was a little embarrassing, not going to lie.

  “You really are beautiful,” Kent whispered, sounding amazed. He drew his hands along my legs, stopping at my knees, finally lifting his gaze from my sex and meeting my eyes. He took a step back and allowed me to get up. After that heated session, I was basically dry. The steam between us had dried me all up, except for my hair, a bit.

  I was about to reach for the towel on the floor, but Kent got to it first.

  “You know,” he said, “that’s my job.” I was speechless as he ran the towel between my legs, cleaning me up. “It’s my mess, after all.” His lips wore a smirk, and even though this might be it, I couldn’t help but feel a thousand butterflies all aflutter deep within me. This man was just too drop-dead gorgeous to deny.

  After I regained myself, I hurriedly put on clothes. “So that’s it, then?” I asked.

  He was in the process of buckling his belt, staring at me as he questioned, “What’s it?”

  “This?” I clarified, feeling a pang of something I couldn’t name within me. Was it regret? Did I regret sleeping with Kent? Maybe so close to Brock’s date with me, but as a whole…no. No, I didn’t regret it. I would do it again. Hell, I’d do it again now if he told me to bend over and put my ass in the air.

  What I felt was…fear. Apprehension that he would tell me this was a one-time thing, that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t matter. I wanted this to be more than it could be. Someone like Kent would never really want to be with someone like me. We were too different, from two different worlds. Heck, I didn’t belong with Brock either, or even Ace, for that matter. None of these guys were the type of guys I would’ve normally gone for.