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)
Jordan piped in, “I mean, the sex part wouldn’t be bad, but I’m not sure about the rest of it.”
“Hold that thought,” Finley said. “I’ll be right back.”
Jordan and I chatted for a few minutes while Fin took care of laundry. When he came back, Jordan twisted around so he sat sideways on the chair, facing us, with his legs folded beneath him. “I’m thinking about hooking up with David.”
My pulse jumped, beating a rapid rhythm against my skin, just as Finley said, “Wait. What?”
David was Aidan’s best friend. They were both surgeons—Aidan trauma and David in orthopedics. He was a Dominant like Aidan, or…a switch, I thought they’d called it. From what Finley said, he was a Dominant most of the time but would submit for the right guy. He used to do it for Aidan sometimes.
Jordan ran a hand through his brown hair, a familiar gleam in his green eyes. “I haven’t decided yet, but you know I’ve always been interested in the lifestyle. I’ve had a lot of sex and done a lot of things, but not that, and I figure, who better than David? He’s a Dom, I trust him, he’s hot. He would be perfect for me to test the waters with.”
I shifted uncomfortably, my stomach knotting up, but I wasn’t quite sure why. David was around with Aidan a lot, Jordan and I with Finley, so it made sense. David was…a friend in some ways, though I couldn’t imagine he would really want to be friends with me. He was eighteen years older than me, smart, responsible, wealthy. But I was positive he would want to fuck Jordan and do…whatever it was he did with people. Jordan was gorgeous, outgoing and all that.
“Oh my God!” Finley exclaimed. “What if you and David end up together? It would be perfect. He deserves someone. I want him to be happy.” He started fidgeting. Finley got excited by things like this, and of course his mind went straight from fucking to a relationship.
Jordan frowned. “I said I wanted to have sex with him, not fall in love with him.”
“Right? I was thinking the same thing.” Jordan and I fist-bumped. “Our dear, sweet Finley with hearts in his eyes.”
“Oh, so there’s something wrong with wanting other people to have what I do? Or for one of my closest friends and one of Aidan’s closest friends to be happy? You guys suck.” He crossed his arms and pretended to pout.
“We’re not Aidan,” Jordan said. “We’re not going to give you your way if you sulk.” He and I dissolved into laughter, and Finley flipped us off. Jordan sat back in the lounge chair again. “Do you really think he’d be interested? I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“I know he’d be interested. He calls you beautiful all the time. He looks at you like he wants to devour you and…well, I’ve only gone there once, but David is very good at devouring.” Finley waggled his eyebrows.
Aidan had shared Finley with David once. I didn’t know all the details, and I was okay with that. Still, the thought of David and Jordan together kicked around in my head some more. The tangle in my belly tightened, before spreading out to a burning in my chest. Jordan was beautiful. Long and lean, and a bit more twinkish than me. He had this cute round nose, and his lips were well-shaped, if sort of thin—I’d been told mine were plump and full, and his were the opposite of that. David, by contrast, was older than us, with bigger muscles—not huge, but definitely something he worked at. His eyes were like chocolate. He looked…distinguished, fancy… I shook those thoughts from my head. Why the hell should I care if David and Jordan started fucking?
“I still can’t believe Aidan shared you with him once,” Jordan replied, though I didn’t know why it surprised him. Aidan wanted Finley to have whatever experience Finley needed. Plus, it wasn’t like the five of us hadn’t had that weird thing that one time in Finley and Aidan’s living room. Aidan had finger-fucked Finley while David had praised him and Jordan and I jerked off.
“I thought you just wanted the sugar-daddy thing?” I found myself asking.
“I mean, who doesn’t want a gorgeous man to take care of him? But no, I mostly joke about that…I think…maybe. I don’t know. It’s confusing and not very cut and dried. I like sex. I like various kinds of sex, and I’m curious. I see the way Aidan is with Finley and…” Jordan shrugged. “No one has ever cared about me like that.” His eyes darted away.
Yeah, no one had ever taken care of me either. Jordan had his grandma, who loved the hell out of him, but he’d never known his father, and his mom had bailed on him. He’d spent his childhood getting teased, and I could relate to that. “We love you, man.” I squeezed his thigh.