Strings Attached Read Online Riley Hart

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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
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Zander sucked in a sharp breath. “We definitely can’t stop until I’ve had your ass.”

“How fair would it be to you if you didn’t get to see that I’m just as good on the bottom as I am on top?”

Zander rolled his eyes, and I kissed his smile. “Yeah, but then I’d have to deny you my pretty pink hole that you like so much.”

“Shit, good point. We’ll have to flip-fuck too.”

“God, you’re so obsessed with me.”

We kissed and laughed, before a buzzing sound came from the area of his pants on the floor. “That’s my alarm to remind me it’s almost time to get ready for work. I had my ass plowed, so I have to shower again.”

“Any regrets?”

“Not yet. We’ll see how much you get on my nerves, and I might change my mind.”

I loved this side of him, when nothing held him back. When he was playful and teased me, forgetting to keep up those walls he’d built so high.

“I’ll let you get to it, then.” I stood, took his hand, and pulled him to his feet. I felt Zander’s eyes on me as I grabbed my clothes.

“Are you sure you want this? With me? And that it won’t get messy? I don’t have many people who are close to me. You and Ross…”

Goddamn, this man was going to break my heart. He was so sweet, yet he didn’t feel like he was good enough. That much was clear. “You won’t lose us. I would never let that happen. I promise.” I leaned in and kissed him. “I’m gonna clean myself off real quick, and then I’ll see myself out. Have a good night at work, Mr. Wescott.”

Zander nodded. I kissed him again, he returned it, and then I grabbed the small trash bag like I promised and stuck my head out of the room. It was still quiet, so I rushed across the hallway, cleaned up, and got dressed.

When I came out, Zander’s bedroom door was closed, the nameplate was gone from the kitchen counter, and there was a piece of paper there with his phone number.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Zander

“I can’t believe you get up this early when you’re off,” Ross said to me a few mornings later.

It was Friday, the coffeehouse had given me the day off, and I wouldn’t be going to the school either. Still, I was a morning person. I always had been, which was probably a little strange since I couldn’t always slow my thoughts down enough to get the best sleep. Ross had to work a little harder at it. “It’s eight. It’s not that early.”

“It is when you’re choosing to be up at that time.”

I went to the counter, grabbed a banana, and peeled it open. “Aren’t you supposed to be off?” I took a bite.

“Yeah, but we have this car issue, and I don’t want to call my dad in. I know he’ll be understanding, but…”

“You want to deal with it by yourself?” I asked, cocking a brow.

“Yes, but it’s not the same as you. I can ask for help. You refuse. Are you guys going jogging?”

I leaned against the fridge, my gaze pointed toward my breakfast, which I suddenly found very interesting. In what world did one expect they’d talk to their best friend about spending time with their dad? It was weird as hell, and I tried not to think about it as much as possible.

He knew we ran together, of course, but I hadn’t told him we’d fucked again. Ross said he didn’t want to hear about it, and I wanted to respect that. But then I always started to feel guilty because I couldn’t say if that was really the reason I wasn’t telling him or if it was to save myself embarrassment.

Again, awkward, and not a conversation I looked forward to having.

On the other hand, I could have been freaking out for no reason. Harrison said he would tell him, and maybe he had. I hadn’t heard if they’d spoken about it yet.

“You know I know, right?” Ross asked, and my stare shot to him.

“What? How? I mean, it’s cool. Of course it is, but…oh shit. Did you come home, or did Harrison tell you?”

“Gross. You fucked my dad in our condo?”

The look on my face must have shown my horror at him asking me that question because Ross dissolved into a fit of laughter.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” But he wasn’t. I couldn’t imagine many people being as cool about this as Ross was, but then, he was a lot like Harrison. They were both surprising and not what I was used to. “Seriously, though…”

“Because I know my dad.”

I frowned.

“Not like that. I don’t mean because he’s off hooking up with everyone in sight. All week he’s been randomly bringing you up out of the blue—asking about you, mentioning you. I can tell he’s feeling me out, telling me without telling me because he knows I don’t want more details, but he also doesn’t want to feel like he’s hiding anything from me.” Ross shrugged. “It’s how he works. He has a streak of honor a mile wide. He always feels like he has to do the right thing by people—by everyone.”



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