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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I wondered if Jordan was there. This morning had been…well, a surprise, for sure. And good, definitely. Holding Jordan while he slept had been nice. And maybe I liked being held by him just as much, which was weird as fuck because even though I’d always considered Jordan gorgeous, I’d never thought about being with him in any way except platonic until recently.

The strange thing was, what we did could very well have been platonic. Finley and I had slept like that together more than once, and outside of a few sloppy kisses and handjobs when we’d lived with our foster parents, we’d never been anything other than the best of friends—brothers.

I filed away for later all these confusing thoughts about Jordan, and headed straight for the kitchen and opened the fridge. I’d bought a few things, but I needed to make another trip to the store, and though my stomach growled, I closed the fridge. Unless we were eating together, it felt wrong to eat food David had purchased. He wasn’t my keeper. I wasn’t his responsibility.

Since no one was downstairs, I figured David and maybe Jordan had to be upstairs. Possibly playing, as they called it. Why not say they were fucking? I didn’t get it.

The thought of going upstairs and hearing the muffled sounds of pleasure through the walls made my chest feel strangely uncomfortable, so I rubbed it, as if that would help, and headed for the back door. On the way there I went through the entertainment room, which had one whole glass wall overlooking the pool.

I didn’t know how I missed them at first. Maybe it was divine intervention, or maybe I was just fucking blind, but it wasn’t until I opened the door, until I stepped outside, until I closed it behind me and heard, “Is this what you want, kitten?” in David’s husky tone, followed by, “Yes, Daddy,” from Jordan, that my eyes shot up and connected with them.

And they were…beautiful. There was no other way to put it.

David sat on a porch chair, naked, his legs spread, a hand wrapped around his thick erection. His skin was a golden brown, like he was Italian or something, but as far as I knew, he wasn’t. His thighs were furry, and his muscles flexed as his toes curled toward the cement.

Jordan stood in front of him, naked as well, his hands locked behind his back, his posture straight except his head tilting down, his neck curved. His ass looked pert and tight, and fuck, he was hard too.

“I… Shit, sorry.” They both looked at me. This was when I was supposed to turn and go back inside. When I should avert my eyes or cover them, but I didn’t. I stood there not fucking moving. Why were they outside anyway?

David’s eyes met Jordan’s, and I could see a silent exchange between them, a whole conversation playing out that I couldn’t hear and wasn’t a part of. “There’s no reason to be sorry, pup,” David finally said. “We didn’t expect you home so early.”

“It was slow at work,” I replied, unable to believe we were having such a ridiculous conversation while they were both naked.

“I think you’ll find Jordan and I aren’t complaining. We’d liked it if you stayed. You can watch.” Jordan whimpered, and David continued, “Or you can participate. Our little kitten likes to be watched, but I know he’d like you to join too.”

Our little kitten?

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My dick was hard, straining against my underwear and jeans.

Jordan tilted his head toward me, his green eyes clashing with mine. “I really, really want you to stay. It’s so hot.”

My dick twitched as heat spread through me, head to toe.

“There’s no obligation here. You can leave, and nothing will change. We have no expectations of you. Isn’t that right, kitten?” There was something so soothing about David’s voice, lulling me and comforting me and…why was I thinking that about him?

“Yes, Daddy,” Jordan replied, and it was a jolt to my system, hearing him call David that. He’d done it when I first came outside, but I was too distracted to contemplate it. David was now Jordan’s Daddy? The tightness in my chest grew, but I couldn’t sort through to the root of it. Was it because I wanted David? Because I wanted Jordan? Because I was weird and didn’t get all this shit? Because I wanted them both?

“What’s—” I cleared my throat. “What’s the other option?”

“There are two. If you stay there, you’re going to get an eyeful. You can watch. You can jack off and watch. The choice is yours. Or, if you walk over and sit in the chair beside me, then our little kitten will make us both come before he’s allowed to come himself.”


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