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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“God, he’s so lucky. I want a rich, older man,” Jordan teased.

“Why do you do that? You make it sound like it’s about the money, but I don’t think it is.”

Jordan was frowning again. I was pretty sure he hadn’t expected me to say that, and I hadn’t either. The words had simply come out, but the fact was, I believed they were true.

“I…” Jordan started just as I said, “There’s your fuck.” I nodded toward David as he came out, effectively changing the subject.

Not gonna lie, David was gorgeous. He wore a red Speedo that looked great against his sun-kissed skin, and he had a huge bulge, flat, cut abs, and a dusting of hair between his pecs. He stepped into the pool, and Jordan immediately swam over to him.

“Hi.” Jordan grinned.

“Hi.” David took hold of Jordan’s chin between his index finger and thumb. “Is there something you’re looking to ask me? Something you want?”

Jordan straightened his back. “Yes.”

“Not today. I’ll give you my phone number, and we’ll talk soon,” David replied, and I sank down below the water and swam toward the other side of the pool. I felt a hand wrap around my ankle, then let go. When I resurfaced, Finley was there.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m fine. Just gonna miss you, is all.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

I pulled my head out of my ass after that. We swam for a while, Finley hanging all over Aidan, Jordan flirting with David.

About an hour or so later, Aidan said, “Time to put the rest of the food together while I get the meat on the grill.”

“Yes, Sir,” Finley replied with a grin.

We hung out and chatted as the food cooked, Aidan going back and forth to the grill, Finley inside the house. Jordan was laying it on thick with David, who was eating it up. It felt…weird. I felt left out.

“Oh, this looks like a nice seat.” Jordan sat on David’s lap.

“Next time ask,” David said, but didn’t tell Jordan to get up. Instead, he put a hand on Jordan’s waist, fingers right above Jordan’s Speedo, rubbing his hip bone.

I watched the movement, and it was…fuck, it was hot, but then who wouldn’t think so? They were both gorgeous, David broad where Jordan wasn’t.

“I have another leg if you want it.”

My eyes snapped to David’s. Shit. I’d been staring.

“I can make room,” Jordan added playfully just as I said, “No thanks. Not interested.”

“Gee, thanks,” Jordan answered, and I wished I hadn’t said it. Why in the hell was I wishing I hadn’t replied that way?

“How’s work going?”

My gaze found David’s again as I considered his question. “It’s work. I have two shitty jobs. How good is it supposed to be?”

“It was similar for me when I started school. I was broke, and while I had scholarships and loans, I knew it would be worth it. I worked my ass off, two jobs, studying all night. It’s a good thing to have a strong work ethic, no matter what the work is. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Yeah, but he’d been going to college to be a fucking surgeon. This was my life, all I would ever be. Still, I hadn’t known David had struggled. He seemed the type who’d had money his whole life. “Thanks…I, um…I appreciate what I have.”

“I know you do.”

The hairs on my arms stood on end. I felt under the microscope, like both David and Jordan were dissecting me. I rubbed a hand over the back of my neck and stood. “I’ll see if Fin needs any help.”

I went into the kitchen, where Finley was pulling a pasta salad out of the fridge, and asked him, “Do you need anything?”

“I’m good. Thanks. Hey, you sure you’re okay?”

The truth was, I felt a bit jealous of Jordan…or David…or Jordan and David. Hell, I didn’t even know which one. Maybe I was jealous of everyone, because I was being weird about Finley and Aidan too. “Yeah, I’m just stressed. Bills and stuff.”

“I can—”

“Please don’t offer that. You know I don’t like to take money from you.”

Finley nodded. “I know.”

I hung out with him as he finished. When we went out, Aidan was pulling the chicken off the grill. We ate and talked about what Aidan and Finley would be doing in Texas. Jordan stuck close to David’s side, and David didn’t seem to mind.

Afterward, Fin went to do the dishes. The rest of us changed and settled in the living room. I sat on one end of the couch, Aidan on the other, Finley on the floor at his feet. Fin had his head on Aidan’s lap, his Sir running his fingers through his hair. It’d been odd to see them like that at first, Finley wanting to kneel for him, but I was used to it now. I saw how much comfort it gave Finley, and that was all that mattered to me.


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