Heart Trick (East Coast, #1)

by Kristen Granata

“I’d let him bend down over my face like that and put his balls right in my mouth if he wanted to.”

“It’ll be all yours when I’m done. Now wait your turn like a good boy.” Tell me why my dick twitches when she says that?

“What can I bring to dinner?” She lifts the laundry basket and takes a few steps back. “If you want me to be flirty, then bring wine. If you want me to take off my top and dance on the table, then bring tequila. And if you want me to be happy, then bring mint chocolate chip ice cream—the green kind with big chocolate chunks in it.” My eyebrows hit my hairline. “This is a test, isn’t it?” “Choose wisely, Neighbor Man.” She winks. “See you at six.”

Jesus Christ. This woman is every one of my fantasies come to life. Voluptuous and sexy as hell while still leaving things to the imagination. And I have a good fucking imagination.

“I didn’t kiss you for them.” “Then why did you?” “Because I couldn’t wait one more second to find out what you taste like.”

Red is officially my new favorite color. And you’re my new favorite flavor. —Neighbor Man

“Fuck, baby. You look so good gagging on my cock. What a good girl you are.”

“No.” My throat bobs as I swallow. “I’m here because...because I want to see you. Because I need to be near you. Because I missed you while I was gone, and all I could think about when I wasn’t playing hockey was you.” My eyes bounce between hers. “We only have sex if you’re in the mood to have sex. And if you’re not, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time with you.”

“I believe in love.” His dark eyes meet mine and hold my gaze for a moment before he answers. “I believe in caring about someone so much that you’d do anything for them. I believe in putting someone’s happiness over your own. I believe in showing them every single day how much they mean to you, even if it’s in little ways to let them know you’re thinking of them. So, whether romance means flowers and jewelry, or taking a lavish trip to Greece, or simply showing up when they need you, I think the right person will do those things for you when he loves you. And if it’s real, no one and nothing could take that love away.”

“The way he’s looking at her?” He turns his attention to Aarya. “That isn’t fake romance bullshit. That is real love.”

“I want to be inside you every night.” “Fuck you forever.” “No one else gets to make you come like this.” “You belong to me now.”

“You’re ruining me, Cassidy Quinn.” I smile at that. “Good.” Because you’ve already ruined me.

I’m in love with her. I don’t know when it started, or how it happened, but I’ve been falling for a while now. Last night only solidified it.

She rocks her hips against me, letting out a small moan. “I love it when you look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you can’t take your eyes off of me.” “How could I? Look at you.” I pull her down on top of me and press my lips against hers. “You’re perfection, Cassidy Quinn.”

“It’s not pity you’re seeing when you look in my eyes.” I arch a brow. “Oh, no? What is it then?” “It’s the same thing I saw in your eyes last night when I took Petroski’s stick to the face.” He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. “It’s the kind of loyalty you feel when someone hurts the person you love. The kind where you’ll do anything in your power to protect them.” He brings his lips to mine. “It’s loving someone so fiercely and hoping it’s enough to glue together all the broken pieces of their past.”

“Rip it up, and we can start over.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I don’t want us to be bound by some deal. I don’t want you to make love to me because you need material for your next book. I don’t want you to feel obligated to be with me. And I don’t want you to think for one second that everything I do isn’t for your happiness. I live and breathe for you, Cassidy.”