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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Ian watched me for a moment without replying. Then he nodded and looked down at his plate again, and Jordan leaned over and put his head on his shoulder in support.

“Now, that’s enough serious for tonight. Let’s finish this meal, and then…I don’t know. Watch a movie or go swimming or something fun. Jordan, are you able to stay here tonight?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. It’s a date, then.”

I looked at Ian next. “Yeah, okay.”

CHAPTER TEN

Ian

We did exactly what David said. The three of us finished dinner. David talked about his work, and Jordan about his grandma and how they tried to watch Golden Girls episodes together once a week. Then David told us a little more about his mom and sister before ending that discussion with, “You guys will like them,” as if he somehow expected us to meet them.

“My mom left me in a gas-station bathroom. I don’t have stories to share.” I hadn’t meant for the words to come out. I wanted them back instantly, but the truth was, they’d been right when they said I was different lately. What was wrong with me? I was angry and didn’t know why, other than the fact that I was so tired of everything being so hard. So tired of being alone but afraid to be any other way.

“Oh shit,” Jordan said. “I’m sorry. I knew you grew up in foster care, but I didn’t realize…”

I shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“Ian,” David said, and I looked over at him. “That doesn’t say anything about you. It says more about her.”

“Yeah, whatever. I dealt with it a long time ago.” Shit. I’d made things awkward.

Luckily, David then said, “Can the two of you put the leftover food away for me? And maybe figure out a movie you’d like to watch? I need to make a phone call.”

Thank fuck for that. I would much rather have something else to focus on. “Yeah, sure,” I replied as Jordan said, “Yes, Sir. But this isn’t a chore thing, like Finley. Just a nice thing.” I had no idea what that meant.

Jordan and I chatted while we found our way around David’s kitchen. He had a black, red, and steel theme going, all the utensils high-end.

“This kitchen is amazing,” Jordan said. “I love to bake.”

“I know. You’re always doing it with Finley.” I loved his brownies.

“What do you feel like watching?” Jordan asked.

“I don’t know. Something action?”

We went back and forth before settling on a title. When we finished, we went into the living room, David joining us a few minutes later.

I sat on one end of the couch, while David sat on the other, with Jordan on the floor between his legs—similar to how Finley sat with Aidan—and ran his fingers through Jordan’s hair. The nickname “kitten” fit him because I could swear he was purring for him. It was…fascinating. What did Jordan and Finley get from this? The answer was there even though a part of me rebelled against it—the closeness, the care. But why did they have to be on their knees for it?

I spent half the movie watching them instead of what was happening on the television.

When it was over, David said, “Up, please,” to Jordan, who obeyed. “It’s been a long day. We should all get some sleep. You work in the morning, right?”

“Yes,” Jordan replied.

“Then I’ll give us one hour—no arguments.”

One hour to fuck, to…play?

“What about you?” he asked me.

“No, not until tomorrow afternoon.”

“I go jogging by the beach in the mornings. I’d love the company if you’re interested.”

Running was…not my thing. No exercise was.

Without waiting for my reply, he added, “How about you go three times with me, just to see what it’s like. If you hate it, I won’t ask you to go again, but it’s a great way to clear your thoughts and start the day feeling accomplished.”

I shrugged. The guy was letting me live with him. The least I could do was keep him company while he jogged. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“Thank you. The two of you can go up. I’ll take care of turning the lights off and locking up. Jordan, I’d like you naked on your knees when I get there. Ian, can you show him which room is mine?”

My dick twitched, blood rushing to my groin. Damn it. I didn’t want to get hard over that, but who wouldn’t? Jordan on his knees, sucking David, who would fist his hair and fuck his mouth.

I nodded just as Jordan replied, “Yes, Sir.”

When we got upstairs, I pointed to it. “It’s the one next to mine.” Mine. So weird, thinking of a room in David’s house as being mine.

“Thanks. Hey, are you sure you’re good with this? Or do you want to hang out or something? I can tell David we can play another night, and I can have a sleepover with you.”


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