Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

To anyone who has fallen in love with someone who didn’t fit the mold society created. Love is love.

“Last night was fun, even if you two ganged up on me.” I stuff a forkful of pancakes into my mouth and hike a shoulder. “Sometimes you need a good gang bang.”

“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.” Jason guides us toward the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Relax your throat. Just like that. Kaló korítsi.” He smirks as he meets my gaze. “That means she’s our good girl, Celeste.”