Griff’s Place (Havenwood #4) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Havenwood Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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Shoving all thoughts of sex to the back of my brain—seriously, what the fuck was that? This was Griffin—I told him what we would be playing first.

And that’s what we did the whole close-to-six-hour drive to the mountains—played games and just…talked. Even though I’d known Griff for years now, we didn’t really talk like this, not for hours at a time, only the two of us.

His navigation continued to give us directions, and before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of our rental. It was a small, traditional-looking cabin, sitting on a more private part of the lake, tucked between nothing but trees and nature.

Griffin turned off the truck, and we both sat there for a moment. His eyes scanned the area around us, but mine kept finding their way back to him. He made me curious in this strange sort of way lately that I hadn’t experienced with Griff before. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he felt. I hoped he was happy.

“So?” I found myself asking.

“It’s perfect. I think this is exactly what I need.”

This unfamiliar burst of…pride? Excitement? I didn’t know what it was, but it swelled in my chest. “That’s what I like to hear, Griffy.”

“Is it Griffy or Grumpy G?” He cocked a brow.

“Depends on how I feel in the moment. I like to keep you on your toes.”

He shook his head, but a smile curled his lips. “Whatever you say, Joshy.”

“Let’s do this.” We got out of the truck and grabbed our bags. I set mine down when I got to the door, looked at the code they’d given me for the lockbox on the door, which would have the keys inside, and typed it in. Once I had the key out and got it open, I stood back for Griff to walk inside. He did, and I followed him, until he stopped right in front of me. “Something wrong?”

“It’s a studio. There’s only one bed.”

“That can’t be right.” I slipped around him, certain his eyes were playing tricks on him, but they weren’t. It was, in fact, a studio cabin with a bed against the back wall. Beside it was the door to the deck, and beyond it, the hot tub. I could see the lake through the glass. There was a small kitchen to the right of the front door, a living-room space with a couch and a television, and another door I assumed was the bathroom. “Well, it’s a studio.”

“No shit. That’s what I said.”

I shrugged. “I can tell them. They must have made a mistake, but I don’t think there’s a big chance they can fix it. Not with this late of notice.”

I set my bag down and took a seat at the small table for two in the kitchen. Everything was made with dark logs, the whole cabin rustic and homey.

I called the company I’d booked with, and, of course, there had been a mistake, and no, there weren’t any other cabins available. I tossed my phone on the tabletop. “There’s nothing they can do, but we did get a discount and a free weekend when they open up again in the spring.”

Griffin looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “That doesn’t help us now.”

“We’ll survive. It’s a king-size bed, at least. I know I’m irresistible, but you’re straight and Kellan’s brother, so there will be no getting handsy with each other.”

“He got handsy with my best friend.”

My eyes shot to Griffin, my heart suddenly beating way too fast.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean—Not that we’d—That wasn’t why I—Oh hell. I’m shutting up now. I don’t want to get handsy with you.”

I couldn’t help laughing. I was looking forward to this week, much more than I should.

I stood, clapping a hand on Griffin’s shoulder. “It’ll be an adventure.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

CHAPTER SIX

Griffin

I didn’t know why I was freaking out at the thought of sharing a bed with Josh. There really was no reason to. How many times in my life had I shared a bed with Chase? I wasn’t that guy who made a big deal out of shit like this, but then, I’d also never tried to randomly hook up with a Chase lookalike—or, well, any other guy lookalike—the way I had with Josh.

That had me feeling a little twitchy. Then I was pissed at myself for letting it get to me, because making a big deal out of it made it feel like it was something, when really, all it should be was nothing.

Christ, this was fucked up.

We unpacked our things real quick and decided to drive into Chimney Rock Village for a late lunch. It was a tiny town, the population somewhere around a hundred and twenty. I’d read about it online when Josh told me where we were going. It was a throwback Western village, where the buildings all looked as though they came from the 1920s and ’30s.


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