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.

I think that’s what a best friend does. She makes you feel whole. She makes you feel comfortable being yourself. She holds up a mirror and shows you who you are, and who you want to be. And you can’t picture your life without her.

If they call blondes bombshells then Celeste is a firecracker, surrounded by an explosion of thick, reddish-orange hair.

There’s nothing that can describe the way I feel for these two.

Celeste skims her fingers over my bare stomach, trailing along the waistband of my shorts. “Imagine being able to make money just from getting yourself off.”

It’s scary as hell, and I don’t know what I’m doing...but I know I want her and that’s enough to finally go for it.

Celeste smiles. “My brave little mouse.”

“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.”

“Imagine the camera on us right now.” Celeste curls her finger, pumping it in and out of me while rubbing my clit with her thumb. “Imagine people on the other side of the screen watching me play with this pretty pussy of yours, watching you writhe and break apart as you come all over my hand.”

But fear is a strong motherfucker, and it’ll rob you of all the things you’ve ever dreamed of if you let it.

Sometimes, I let my mind drift and wonder what my life would be like if my high school girlfriend never broke up with me. My heart belonged to her from the moment I met her, and I could see our future together so clearly.

He leans into my touch. “Forever, agápi mou.” My love.

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

“A dating app with porn.” I nod. “I fucking love that idea.”

“He definitely isn’t lacking in the size department.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but Jason cuts her off. “I want to dance with my girls. Give me one dance, kókkino.”

“You were thinking about the three of us together. What it’d be like if Celeste and I shared you. How it’d feel to be between us like we were when we were dancing. To feel me and her at the same time.”

“Is that what you want? Do you want the three of us to be together?” He pushes all the way inside me before pulling completely out. “My girl wants to fuck me and her best friend?”

“I want to suck your dick while Celeste goes down on me. You holding my head and fucking my mouth while I ride her face.”

“I want you to fuck me just like this so you can watch while I eat her pussy. I know how much you’d love to watch that. And I want to get on top of you and ride your cock while she rides your face at the same time.”

“The thought of you rubbing your tongue on her pussy, being able to push my cock inside you while I watch...fuck, Kourt.” He grips my hips and lifts me up, then he slams me down on top of him before doing it again, and again.

And from the way he’s dragging Kourtney’s body up and down his length right now, I can tell he’s long.

When the three of us were dancing together at the wedding, Jason snaked his hand around to settle against my lower back like he was claiming me. He pulled me close, pressing me against his wife, and there was possession in his eyes. He likes to be the boss. To sit back and assess, to watch everything around him so he can be in control of the situation.

Get on your knees and suck my cock, kókkino.

“I’m wearing a vibrator,” she says. “He’s controlling it from his phone.” Oh for fuck’s sake.

Instead, my hands drop to her ass and rock her back and forth over my thigh. “This is so fucked up, Kourt.”

Fine, buddy. Let’s see how much you like seeing someone else kiss your wife.

I take Kourtney’s face into my hands and crash my mouth into hers. Her mouth opens instantly, our tongues finding one another in a deep, passionate kiss. We’re ravenous. Insatiable. Hands in hair, gasping for breath, all-consuming. I kiss her with everything I’ve got, with all the love and emotion and heartache I’ve had inside me. And she gives it right back to 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.

“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?”

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.”

With their masks in place, my girls take their spots by the counter. An assortment of berries and a fresh stack of French toast sits on the counter beside a bottle of syrup.

I reach out to take the strawberry from Celeste, but she yanks it back. “On your knees.”

It’s intoxicating, bringing pleasure to two women at the same time, the way they’re both spread for me. My dick throbs, begging for relief. And the more Celeste talks me through it, the more turned on I get.

A sly grin spreads across her face and she tips my chin. “I think our good boy gets a reward for his patience.” “I agree.” Kourtney slides off the counter and takes my hand. “Have a seat right here.”

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.

Amusement glistens in his eyes. “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.”

“Your safety will never be a joke to me.” His low voice floats over my skin and the magnitude of how seriously he’s taking this settles deep in my bones. “This won’t ever happen again.”

Jason pops his head out of my bedroom and holds up my double-sided dildo that he must’ve found in my nightstand. “We’re definitely using this for the video tonight.” Kourtney throws her head back as she laughs. “I don’t think he’ll have any problem getting it up.”

“I’ve thought about riding your cock just like that.” She gestures to Kourtney on the screen. “You’re so big. I bet would feel amazing to be able to feel you filling me.”

“If you come before she gets home, I get to fuck you tonight.” She moans loud. “And if I don’t? I get to tie you to the bed, and Kourtney and I will have our way with you.” “Fucking deal.” Either way, I make out like a lucky bastard.

“You’re on your back with your knees hiked up to your chest while I bury my cock deep inside you, my fingers wrapped around your throat just like this.”

“Lift your leg for him, little mouse,” she whispers. “Let him see what I’m doing to you.”

If I could, I’d be the one toying with my wife’s nipples, and bringing Celeste’s mouth back to my throbbing cock.

Her praise makes my dick swell as Kourtney torments me, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat until she gags. Then she pulls back and sucks on my crown, leaving me begging for more before repeating it all over again.

“Get this nice and wet for your wife’s pussy.” Celeste pushes the dildo inside my mouth to coat it in my saliva. “You’re going to watch me fuck her, and if you beg just right, I might let her fuck you when I’m done.”

I commit it to memory, the way she moves it in and out of her, the way she plays with her nipples, the rhythm of her hips. One day, she’s going to come on my cock, and I’m going to give it to her exactly the way she likes it.

Before Kourtney and I invited Celeste into our marriage, I never felt incomplete. There was never anything missing. So many people assume that your marriage must be lacking if you’re looking to add a third partner into the mix. But Celeste wasn’t meant to fill a void. She enhanced our lives, our relationship, in a way that no one else could have. The three of us were inseparable in high school, and it’s no different now. She’s a part of us. She feels it too. If only she could admit it.

Celeste walks up behind me and presses a trail of kisses along my back while I clip my phone into place. “I have an idea I’d like to try for the next video. I want Kourtney and I to sixty-nine, and I’ll lie on the bottom so that you can fuck her from behind.”