Page 20 of Amber: Deja Brew

I can’t take it anymore. I need Wes to be as affected as I am, and I can think of the perfect way. As he draws another agonizingly slow circle around my clit, I reach forward and grab the hard bulge tenting his gray sweatpants.

“Amber!” Wes growls, and his control shatters. He thrusts his hips forward and increases the pressure on my clit, rubbing it harder and bringing me closer to release.

I’d smirk in satisfaction if I wasn’t suddenly too turned on to think. Instead, I react on instinct, my need driving me to grab the waistband of my bear shifter’s sweats and slip my hand inside. Then, I gasp. Because my bear shifter is going commando, and he really is a big man, just as he claimed.

Wes’s cock is so thick I can barely close my fingers around his girth. And as I slide my hand up and down his length, I realize he’s huge in other ways, too.

But at least he’s not troll-huge... and he doesn’t have those sharp, pointy ridges I’d felt on the troll’s junk. Which is a huge relief, until I realize something else.

Oh hell! I didn’t just impersonate a police officer. I invaded his privacy—or in this case, his private parts. Not that I looked at them or anything. But finding out what a cop has between his legs without his consent has to be a crime.

My cheeks flush, and my arousal starts to dissipate, but then Wes suddenly slips a finger inside me. The touch is so unexpected, I tense, and Wes goes completely still.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, looking pained, like I’m the one who hurt him.

“No, Wes. You just caught me off guard. But it feels so good.”

I squeeze my inner muscles around his finger and gasp. When Wes still doesn’t move, I slowly run my hand up and down his hard length. His cock pulses beneath my touch, and the way my bear shifter’s breath accelerates only fuels my own need.

I pump my hips and Wes groans. Then, after a split second of indecision, he matches my pace with his finger, sliding it in and out of me. It makes me almost desperate to get him inside me. Except Wes suddenly grabs my hand and pulls it out of his pants. I realize, with a singing feeling, that he’s changed his mind.

“I want you,” I beg. Still at a whisper. Still hyper-aware that Chase, Julian, or a customer might overhear. But oh so desperate to be with him.

“Next time, little bear,” Wes growls, trapping my hand on the counter with his while he uses the other to circle my clit just right. Once, twice, and then I’m falling apart while he swallows my cries, which I can’t quite hold back.

When the trembling stops, I sag against my bear shifter’s chest, and Wes pulls me into his arms. He holds me until my breath slows and then gives me a slow, leisurely kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pulling away from me and heading to the kitchen sink.

My cheeks flush when I realize he’s washing away my juices and then turn beet red when he returns with a paper towel and uses it to clean me up. I gasp when he runs it between my legs, wiping away my own come without so much as a word, and then pulling my damp panties back in place.

For some reason, the act feels so much more intimate than what we’ve just done, but Wes acts like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

When he’s done, he tosses away the paper towel and lowers me to the floor. And just like that, we’re heading downstairs. To where Julian, Chase, and who knows how many customers are waiting.

Did they hear anything? I start to panic. Because even though I managed to stay mostly quiet, maybe it wasn’t quiet enough. And even if it was, what if they can tell what we were up to just by looking at us?

I know I have nothing to be embarrassed about, but what if Chase and Julian are jealous or upset? Do they expect an explanation? An apology?

"There you are!" Julian exclaims when we’re only halfway down the stairs. "I was about to come upstairs."

"You were?" My cheeks heat.

Was he waiting to have his turn? The thought of taking Julian upstairs fills me with sudden anticipation. Even though Wes made me come, I want Julian inside me. Chase, too. I want both my mates, or all three of them. One by one, or at the same time, or... I pause as another thought crosses my mind. What if our customers overhear the bed creaking? And every single shifter who walks through Jewels Cafe knows exactly what we’re up to?

For some reason, it’s that worry that makes my magic flicker. I shift into Ruby, the angel from the shoe store, which somehow makes my embarrassment and guilt skyrocket. Then, just as we exit the staircase, I shift into the troll who just happens to be a cop.

Luckily, aside from Julian and Chase, the cafe is completely empty. But my mates don’t look like they have any plans of taking me upstairs.

“You guys need to see this,” Chase says. Which is when I realize that he and Julian aren’t even looking at me. They’re both glaring at the computer screen, and they do not look happy.