Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

“But I wanted to have my She’s All That moment. You know, when she walks downstairs in slow motion and he’s waiting for her at the bottom, and then he looks up at her and is stunned by how beautiful she looks.”

“You look beautiful, by the way.” Redness crawls into her cheeks. “I look like a busted can of biscuits.” “I like biscuits.”

“Now go wait at the bottom of the stairs, and make sure you look like a literal angel is floating down those steps when Kourtney comes out. Otherwise, I’m going to kick you in the dick.”

“We should sell feet pics on the internet.”

It’s consuming, like a flood rushing over us and pulling us under. And I let it. I succumb to the desires I’ve hidden, and let the water take me.

“Touch me. I want you.”

“I want to be yours.” I roll my hips against our hands. “I want you to be mine.” “I’ve always been yours, little mouse.”

“Fuuuck,” he drags out, gazing down between us. “Look at the way you take me.”

“I like your hair.” “Thanks.” Erika twirls a bright-orange curl at the end of one of her braids. “I like your tits.” Celeste sticks out her chest. “Thanks, they’re real.” “I’m saving up for a pair of my own,” Erika says. Celeste whips out her phone. “Give me your number. When you’re ready, I’ll send you some pictures for reference so you can show the doctor.” “Wow, thank you so much.”

“Good morning, my little burrito.”

“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.”

“So let me be here for you.” I shift in my seat to face her. “Let me build you up and push you to become an even better version of yourself. Whether it’s to create your own website, or even if it’s something completely different. Whatever it is that’s in your heart, just know that I am here by your side, believing in you every step of the way.”

“Every exhibitionist needs a voyeur.”

“He might be a Greek god, but he worships me like I’m one.” “Oh, I’m sure you get on your knees to worship him right back.”

Women are so concerned with size, as if we’d even be capable of taking a twelve-inch monster dick. It’s Jason’s thickness; the veins running along his length that I love to trace with my tongue; the way he knows exactly how to swivel his hips and work himself inside of me to make me scream. It’s the attentive care in which he handles me, recognizing every sound and move I make. He doesn’t just fuck me. He studies me, and gives me every single thing my body needs.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock.”

“She knows we’re here for her. She just needs to throw a tantrum first.”

“You should make a mold of your dick before the surgery, and make a dildo out of it. Then, you can literally fuck yourself.” Erika throws her head back as she laughs. “Oh my God, you’re sick. I love it.”

“Kourtney is not my property,” Jason says. “She chooses me and I choose her. I’m secure in our love. It doesn’t matter what she wants—if it makes her happy, then I’ll stop at nothing to make sure she has it. What she loves, I love. If it’s important to her, it’s important to me.”

Jason presses a finger against my lips, silencing me. “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.” Jesus Christ. 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.”

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for us, baby.”

“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?”

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

“You’re ours now, kókkino.”

Jason’s eyes lock with mine. “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.” Kourtney twists around and kisses him. “Sounds like she needs to be taught a lesson.” I laugh. “Strong words coming from you, little mouse. I like it.”

“Are we ready?” “To get naked and have sex with my best friend and her husband for the internet?” Celeste offers us a thumbs-up. “I was born ready.”

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

“I love when he speaks Greek to her.” Trenton arches a brow. “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.”

“I’ll teach you another: Na sa gamiso tora.” “What does that mean?” He tips my chin and speaks against my lips. “It means I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Our parents are only capable of so much based on the way they were raised. It’s up to them to do the work and expand their minds in their adult lives. And most of them can’t do it. That shit is hard, undoing decades and generations of close-minded discrimination and judgment. They have to truly want to grow and learn.”

“This is what friends are for. They’re there for each other when they get new vaginas.”

You’ll never get anywhere in life if you don’t try. So don’t think about the what if’s, and only focus on the fuck yesses.”

“I would love to go to Greece.” “I already know how to speak Greek.” Celeste sits up and points at Jason. “Vlakas.” His shoulders shake as he laughs. “You only know the vulgar words. You can’t go around cursing people out and telling them that you’re going to fuck them when we get to Greece.” “Why not?” She shrugs. “How is that any different than the way I speak to Americans?”

“Se thélo.” Her breath catches in her throat as I kiss my way below her belly button. “What does that mean?” “It means I want you.”

“I don’t think you ever really fall out of love. Time passes, so the memories aren’t at the forefront of your brain anymore, but your heart never forgets.”

“You can be in love with more than one person at a time. People tell you that you can’t, but you can. The only limits on our hearts are the ones we put there.”

“Pop those booties like a Cadillac, ladies.

“You have to ask yourself: Whose life are you really living if you’re making choices based on other people?”

Me: That’s not fair to me. BossMan94: It’s not, but love isn’t fair. Love isn’t running away whenever something goes wrong. It’s standing with the person you love and fighting for them. Me: Well, maybe I need someone to fight for me for once. BossMan94: I will fight for you every day. BossMan94: I’m not giving up on us.

“I love you, Jay. I’ve always loved you. Even when you weren’t mine to love.”

“I throw myself at no man.” Aarya plants her hand on her hip. “I don’t care who he is or what he’s the captain of.”

“And for the record, I think the right man is worth throwing yourself at.”

“With you in my corner, I could never lose.”

Life is about choices. We can choose to open our minds and educate ourselves...or we can choose to stay rooted in the beliefs we’ve been fed all our lives. And that choice isn’t always easy to make. But if we fight hard enough, we can make a change for the better.

“You’re going to have to come for us now, baby.” I swirl my fingers faster. “Show our husband how well that pretty pussy soaks his cock.”

“When you first meet someone, you can’t tell what kind of impact they’re going to have on you, or what part they’ll play in your life. You don’t know if they’ll be there for a lifetime or for a season. Only a select few are meant to be in your life for the long haul.

You two are my past, my present, and my future. I’m standing here today to promise you that I’ll continue loving you with all that I am for the rest of our time on this earth. I will always be your unwavering support; the shoulder you lean on in times of sorrow; your biggest cheerleader in moments of triumph; and the hand you hold through every challenge. You will never have to walk alone. You have me, my heart, and my soul. Gia pánta. Forever.”