Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

“Let’s go home.” My sense comes back, and I shake my head. “I don’t know if—”

“I don’t want to hear what you think, or what we shouldn’t do, or whatever it is you’re trying to predict will happen. I only want to hear what you want, so if you don’t want to go any further, then tell us right now. Otherwise, you’re going to come home with us and we’re going to fuck every last bit of doubt right out of you.”

Instead of answering with words, I open my mouth and suck Jason’s finger between my lips, wrapping my tongue around him. “That’s what I fucking thought.” J...

Jason reaches down between Kourtney’s legs and pulls out the vibrator. Then he turns to me and holds it up, hot pink and dripping with her arousal. I can smell Kourtney’s scent, and my next breath is a shaky one as I try to keep my composure. He tips his chin. “Open that sassy mouth, Celeste.”

“She’s sweet, isn’t she?” I nod. “But you knew that already.” Jason glances down as he runs his thumb along Kourtney’s clit while he keeps talking to me. “You’ve missed her, haven’t you?” I nod again, biting my bottom lip. “Taste her, Celeste,” he whispers. “Rub your tongue all over my wife’s pussy and tell me it isn’t the best you’ve ever had.”

“You’re going to come on Celeste’s face, baby. But you’re going to be choking on my cock while you do. Understand?”

Kourtney is so wet, she’s dripping down my chin, and it only spurs me on to know how much she’s enjoying this. Jason runs his hand over her throat, coaching her as he presses in further. “Relax your throat. Just like that. Kaló korítsi.” He smirks as he meets my gaze. “That means she’s our good girl, Celeste.”

“Don’t you want more?” I feel the tug of the zipper, the way it loosens my skirt as it opens. “Stop me if I’m wrong.”

Large hands skim up my sides, bringing the material of my shirt with them, and Jason’s gravelly voice is at my ear. “You’re ours now, kókkino.”

“Those are new.” “You haven’t seen me naked in six years. They’re not that new.” “I love them.” She leans forward and runs her tongue over one of them, flicking her eyes to her husband over my shoulder. “Look, baby.” Jason steps out from behind me and lets his eyes feast on my naked body before setting his gaze on my chest. “Goddamn, Celeste.”

“You don’t come until I say you do.” I arch a brow. “I’ll come whenever I damn well please.” He reaches down and grabs a handful of Kourtney’s hair, pulling her off me. “That best friend of yours is such a stubborn woman.”

“Sounds like she needs to be taught a lesson.” I laugh. “Strong words coming from you, little mouse. I like it.”

“Eyes on me, kókkino.” Jason takes it slow, drawing himself completely out of Kourtney before pushing back in. “Watch like you wanted to the other night out on that balcony.”

Jason’s arm reaches out and he rests his hand on my hip, giving it a squeeze. It’s reassuring, like he’s letting me know in his silent way that he wants me to stay. Kourtney is attached to me like a spider monkey, so I guess I’m not going anywhere at the moment. I’ll just lay here a few more minutes until they fall asleep.

“I included rules and stipulations of our sexual agreement.” She clears her throat. “We can add or change anything if you think of something I might have missed.” My heart hurts at the thought of Celeste writing this. It means she’s worried, but she’s trying to be okay with this for my sake. I flip the folder closed and reach across the table to clasp her hand. “Look, I know you’re worried about the logistics of it all, and if this makes you feel more comfortable, then I’ll sign it. But why don’t we talk about last night before we start talking contracts.” “Just look over the contract first.” Her eyes finally meet mine. “Please.” Jason takes the file and smirks. “All right. Let’s see what this little arrangement entails.”

“Why would I get mad when I’m the one suggesting this?” “Because fantasizing about it and actually seeing it happen in front of you are two very different things.”

“Last night was just the tip of the iceberg, and Jason and I barely had any physical interaction. It might be different when you see us...doing things.”

“Fine. Let’s test that theory...

“I’m not fucking your husband right now, Kourt.” “Not sex.” I pull Jason’s arm until he’s standing, and position him until he’s in the middle of the kitchen. Then I turn...

“Kiss him.” Celeste scoffs. “What? Just like that?” “There’s only one way to find out how we’re all going to feel about this. So, why not try it and see what happens?”

“This is so awkward.” “It doesn’t have to be.”

Jason drags his fingers down her arms, from her shoulders to her wrists, and I notice the goosebumps that fly across her skin. Lifting her arms for her, he places her hands on his chest. Then he lowers his lips to her cheek, pressing a soft kiss there before moving to the other side. Celeste’s throat bobs as she swallows, and her eyes flutter closed. Jason slips one hand around her waist, pulling her body against his, while the other hand cradles the bac...

“Come on, kókkino.” Jason drags his lips along her jaw. “Touch me.” But she’s stuck in her head. She won’t be the one to start this. I step behind her, sandwiching her between us, and I cov...

“Do you feel the way his muscles clench under your touch?” I whisper. “He wants this. He wants us.” I guide Celeste’s palms over Jason’s chest, lifting the shirt with us. “Take this off, baby.”

Our kiss is slow and sensual. Jason’s tongue snakes out and parts my lips, and I open for him as I tangle my tongue with his. His kisses always make my knees weak. Will they have the same effect on Celeste? Pulling back only slightly, I turn my head and lean in for Celeste’s mouth. Her lips are stiff at first, unwilling to accept the fact that I’m kissing her. But after I plant a few lingering kisses on her, she starts kissing me back like she can’t help herself. It’s been years, but our tongues remember one another, twisting and winding around like they’ve never forgotten how to dance together. I could never forget.

When I’ve had my fill, I back away just enough so that Celeste and Jason can have this moment. He grips her jaw and fuses their mouths together, consuming her in one of his mind-blowing kisses that I love so much. She moans as his tongue sweeps past her lips, and her hands slip out from under mine, moving of their own volition into his hair.

I AM UNWELL.

“Are you wet for us, kókkino?”

HOT.

“Do you like kissing my husband?” I brush her hair over her shoulder and lick the sensitive spot on her neck. “Are you enjoying the way I touch you while you kiss him?” She lets out a moan as I sink my teeth into her neck. “Use your words.” Jason sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and releases it with a pop. “Tell us how you feel.” “Yes,” she says on an exhale. “Yes, I’m enjoying this.”

It’s taking all of my willpower to stop myself from slipping my hand down her pants to relieve her of the ache between her legs. I won’t though. We’re kissing her, and she likes it. She wants this. I know she does. But if she wants more, she’s going to have to make the move on her own.

“See?” I caress her cheek. “I’m not jealous. I’m not mad.” “Got any other theories you’d like to test out?” Jason asks. “Because I’d like to add blowjobs in the kitchen to the contract.”

Cackling. I love him.

“Are you going to be a sarcastic wench this entire time?” “Have you ever known me to be anything more?”

With their masks in place, my girls take their spots by the counter.

Melting

“How do we look?” I shoot her a grin. “Sexiest women I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

HOT

It takes a lot of nerve to let strangers in on the most intimate part of your life, of your body. Sex is a vulnerable thing. It’s the reason I love watching Kourtney explore this side of herself. She’d never admit this to anyone but the two of us in this room. It’s private, even when it’s being put on display for the world to see. This thing between the three of us means something.

Whoever said patience is a virtue must’ve been a voyeur.

I reach out to take the strawberry from Celeste, but she yanks it back. “On your knees.” A smirk pulls at my lips as I lower myself onto the tile, doing as she commands. “Open.”

Celeste tosses her head back as she moans, riding my face and taking exactly what she wants. It’s hot as fuck. I might like being in charge, but there’s something about being on my knees, at her mercy, that fuels a different side of me that I’ve never tapped into before.

And the more Celeste talks me through it, the more turned on I get.

HER TALKING HIM THROUGH IT IS SO HOT

A sly grin spreads across her face and she tips my chin. “I think our good boy gets a reward for his patience.”

Celeste lets her mouth fill with my cum and then she yanks Kourtney by her hair, jerking her head back, and spits it into her mouth. Kourtney swallows and licks her lips with a smile. “Damn, that was hot.”

“Let’s take a shower together.” Celeste pulls back. “Eh, I think I’ll wash myself.” “Come on.” Kourtney pouts. “Aftercare is important.” She rolls her eyes. “We didn’t do anything crazy, Kourt. We don’t need aftercare.”

“Lead the way, my love.” I press a kiss to Kourtney’s forehead and then I bend down and toss Celeste over my shoulder. She squeals, arms and legs flailing. “Put me down, you big brute.” I turn my head and bite her ass in response.

Unwell

“This three-way isn’t fair,” Celeste says as we step into the bathroom. “I’m outnumbered.” “You didn’t seem to have any complaints about five minutes ago.” Kourtney twists the lever to turn on the shower. “I think you like being outnumbered.”

Without a word, she washes Celeste’s body, swirling the soap suds over her curves. Celeste doesn’t have a snarky remark, and I don’t make a joke to lighten the mood. Instead, I move to stand behind Celeste, and massage her head with shampoo the way I did to Kourtney. She hums and closes her eyes, and I glance over her shoulder to meet Kourtney’s gaze.

My heart

She flashes me her sweet smile, and my heart swells with love and devotion. She reaches up onto her toes and presses a kiss on my lips, with Celeste between us. I wrap my arms around the both of them, holding them close. Kourtney turns to Celeste, kissing her softly. I expect Celeste to cut it short, to stop us from showing her affection because it isn’t part of the deal we made. The camera isn’t rolling. But she doesn’t.

Crying

We’re all turned on, touching and kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. But we don’t take it further. We simply exist in this moment. And for a split second, I wonder how we’re going to go back to the way things were when this contract is up. Or if we have to.

“Hey, maybe I can cause a scandal this time. Spicy romance author runs naked through Times Square. What do you think?” I scrunch my nose. “Not scandalous enough.” “And you’re not getting naked in front of anybody.” Trenton bends down and presses a chaste kiss to Cassidy’s nose. “Your body is for my eyes only.”

“You want me to learn a foreign language for you? I’ll do it.” She snakes her arm around his waist. “Will you talk dirty to me in another language?” “I’ll talk dirty to you in every language.”

Unwell

Jason kisses Kourtney. Then he turns toward me and leans in. I jerk back, and Jason freezes as his eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s doing.

Omg

“I hope they—” My eyes dart around the room. “Uh, Kourt? Where’s the second bed?” She glances over her shoulder and her eyes land on one King-sized bed. “I don’t know. I booked a room with two Queens.”

NOT THE ONE BED TROPE