Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

“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.”

Guacamole is the glue holding my life together at the moment.

Gay, straight, monogamous, polyamorous—whatever floats your boat is cool with me, as long as you’re all consenting adults.

“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.”

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

Love is the connection, not the gender.”