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.

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

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

“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 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.”

“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.”

“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.”