Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Aidan chuckled, stood, and went into the house.
I watched as the three of them splashed and played with one another. Finley had come out of his shell a great deal since he and Aidan had begun. Jordan was…well, even from that first night when I met him, there was no shell. Jordan was who he was—flirty, playful—but I sensed a neediness under the surface. He wouldn’t be shy to ask for what he wanted, yet I thought there were things he needed that he hadn’t even admitted to himself. He played things off like he had no worries in the world, but there was more to him than that.
He looked my way and winked. Oh, someone was feeling feisty today.
My gaze wandered toward Ian. He had a slightly bigger frame than Jordan, and was a little taller too. He had more meat on his bones but wasn’t heavy in any way, just more filled out. His hair was a darker brown than Jordan’s, almost black, and his eyes a warm sky blue, which contrasted with how cautious he was.
Definitely intriguing. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, couldn’t figure Ian out, and that was new for me. I was good at reading people. What I did know was he loved Finley. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for him. I thought Ian believed he needed to take care of him, like Finley was his responsibility, at least before Aidan. He was a good friend, worked hard, hadn’t been given many breaks in life. He acted like he let it all roll off his back, but most of the time, that really meant a person was pretending all that didn’t exist.
Ian had made it clear he wasn’t interested in BDSM, but sometimes I wondered if he tried too hard to deny it. He said he didn’t understand Finley, but I paid attention to the way he watched Fin around Aidan, the way he watched them interact, and damn, did I want to explore that flare of curiosity he tried to hide.
I wouldn’t, of course. The last thing I needed was to get involved with someone who wasn’t sure when it came to BDSM.
Ian floated away from Jordan and Finley, who were still playing around. He watched them, his hand skimming the water, before his gaze flittered to me. He didn’t wink or smile or flirt the way Jordan would have, just wrinkled his nose and studied me, until Finley jumped on his back, distracting him.
“Here you go.” Aidan handed me a margarita, and I forced my attention away from the two boys I’d been obsessing about since I got there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ian
“Sir, will you please come swimming with us?” Finley begged Aidan after Jordan whispered to him that he really wanted to get David in the water with us.
“What? I’m not enough for you?” I found myself saying, pulling Jordan toward me and wrapping my arms around him. His eyes flared with the same surprise I felt in my chest. What the fuck was that? So I dunked him instead of contemplating it.
He pushed up and broke the water, his voice soft and just for me when he said, “Jesus, you couldn’t have gotten flirty with me before I decided to try and play with David? I had no idea hooking up with you was even an option.”
I hadn’t either, and I didn’t know if it really was. “That’s not what I meant. You always have sex on the brain.” Not that sex was a bad thing to think about.
Jordan frowned.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Aidan replied. Finley always got his way with Aidan, who came off as this really closed-off hard-ass, but who loved Finley in ways I’d never seen in my whole life. He was all mush when it came to my best friend.
“I’ll go change,” David said.
“Need any help?” Jordan asked, and I rolled my eyes.
David cocked a dark brow at him. “Be careful what you ask for, pet. I just might take you up on the offer, and you need to make sure you can handle it.”
For the first time, Jordan was struck quiet. David chuckled before going inside, and my stomach twisted uncomfortably.
Aidan dived into the water and resurfaced right beside Finley. He pulled my friend into his arms, then looked over his shoulder at Jordan. “Is there something I should know?”
“Just testing the waters…Sir,” Jordan replied.
“Jordan wants to play with David,” Finley added.
“Gee, thanks, Fin.”
“Sorry, Jordan. He’s my Sir, and I didn’t know it was a secret.”
I was surprised when Aidan’s gaze flittered briefly over to me, and there was something foreign there, as if he expected me to feel some kind of way about it. “You boys are trouble.” He pulled Finley closer and said, “Kiss me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Everyone else was forgotten as Aidan and Finley made out.