Finding Ian (Finding #2) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Finding Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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It was cool of him to ask, and I wasn’t surprised that he did. I knew Jordan wanted to…do whatever it was he and David would be doing, but he would skip it to spend time with me. That’s just the way he was. He’d proven himself to be a good friend.

I tried to push away the heaviness that cloaked me lately, to be more like myself. “Nah, you go be a good kitten.” I winked. “We can have a Demi sing-along another night.”

“Ugh. I love Demi Lovato.”

“Me too.”

Jordan surprised me by leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “I mean, I’ve seen you jack off to our best friend getting played with. I figure I can at least kiss you,” he said playfully. “We should plan something soon. I always… I always worried that you only hung out with me because Finley did.”

“What?” jumped out of my mouth. How could he think that?

“I don’t know why, but I’ve been worried about that. And I wanted to make sure you know that I like you. Even without our friendship with Fin, I would like you…but I also need to get going because if I’m not naked, I definitely won’t get to come.”

Jordan kissed me again, and then he was tugging off his T-shirt as he went into David’s room, and I wished…I wished I could let things go the way he did. That I could focus on the good and take my joy however it came to me. That I could blurt out so easily how I felt. I never would have told him what he’d just said to me. It was… Hell, I respected him for it. Everything that happened today made me like him more.

I heard David on the stairs. I didn’t know what made me do it, but I hurried to my room and closed the door.

I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. What the fuck am I doing here? This wasn’t like me. I didn’t want to be charity to anyone, and yet, I was glad I was here. I wouldn’t leave, even though I could.

A muffled sound came through the wall. I closed my eyes, tried not to think about what was going on in the room beside mine, tried not to think about what Jordan would look like on his knees, or wonder what David looked like naked, or… “Fuck.”

I tugged my clothes off, spit in my hand, and wrapped it around my cock. I hated jacking off without lube or something, but I couldn’t stop myself. I remembered that night at Finley’s…the things David said, Jordan asking if he could jerk off, the way Jordan’s eyes had tightened when he came…

What were they doing? Was Jordan sucking him off? Was David blowing him or fucking him? Goddamn, my balls ached. I spit again and picked up speed as I brought up that night in my mind again. Another sound came from the room beside me, and though I couldn’t even make out what it was, that didn’t stop it from going straight to my balls. I arched off the bed, stars dancing behind my eyes as I shot, spilling my load all over my belly.

“Fuck,” I said again as I relaxed against the mattress. I mean…I shouldn’t have been shocked. It’d been a while since I had sex, and Jordan and David were gorgeous and fucking in the room next to mine. That’s all it was.

Yeah, and maybe I was a liar.

I got up, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. There was an actual seat in it, and the tile looked expensive. It was crazy to me, that he had a shower this nice in his house and I could sit and have a rest while showering if I wanted.

I jumped in and washed up, then realized I forgot to grab a towel. I felt like a fucking shit as I dripped water on the floor to go to the cabinet.

I dried off and cleaned up the mess, then pulled underwear out of my bag and put them on, turned off the light, and climbed into bed…and waited. Were they done? Had it been more than an hour? Why did I want to know so badly?

With a sigh, I grabbed my phone off the bedside table. It was late in Texas, and I knew I shouldn’t call, but… My phone rang, and I smiled.

“Hey,” Finley said softly. “I couldn’t sleep until I talked to you.”

“Perfect timing. I needed to talk to you too.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I think… Maybe I hadn’t been okay for a while now.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Finley, I’m in a fancy-ass house in Santa Monica, in a warm bed, after I got out of a shower with a fucking seat in it. I’m stubborn, but I’m not stupid.”



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