Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (bts books to read TXT) 📕

whisper in my own head again that says after what just happened, maybe being just friends isn’t the best idea.

Either way, I yawn again and chuckle when Oliver echoes me, kissing the back of my neck once more. “Goodnight, Oliver.”

“Goodnight, Princess Mindy.”

* * *

I wake up to what seems like a dream. My body is spent, but in a way that feels amazing. Turning over, I see Oliver, his left arm tucked behind his head and his glorious body stretched out, his eyes fluttering behind his eyelids. “Wake up.”

Oliver smiles lightly but doesn’t open his eyes.

“Rise and shine, sweetie,” I whisper playfully, running my fingers over his chiseled abs to slide underneath the sheet. I find the thick tube of his cock and stroke it with my fingers, wrapping my hand around it and stroking him.

He grows hard quickly, and I hear him chuckle. “Rise and shine for sure.”

I look up to see his beautiful eyes taking me in, and I snuggle closer, kissing him. A single soft kiss quickly turns into a deeper one, and Oliver pulls me close, finding my ass and squeezing it in his powerful hands.

“One more before we shower?” Oliver urges, and I pull back, letting go of his cock. “Why?”

“We have breakfast,” I say regretfully. “We don’t have time for this. You know how Mom is.”

“Bullshit,” Oliver teases. “You know you want it.”

I moan as he pulls me back in for another kiss, and I have to force myself to pull away again. “Don’t tempt me. I want to feel that cock of yours inside me again. But we don’t have time.”

“You sure?”

“No,” I say, laughing slightly. “Trust me, if we had another half hour . . . but it’ll give me something to look forward to later.”

He gives me a warm smile, then nods. “Later.”

I stretch, knowing my body’s on display for him but enjoying the way he takes me in. I'm about to go to the bathroom to take my shower when I notice Bertha lying over in the corner.

“Bertha, dear, are you okay?” I ask, worried.

Instead of popping up and being her normal hyperactive self, she just lies there, looking dejected. “Hey, I think something's wrong with Bertha.”

Oliver gets up and comes over. He runs his hands over her sides and even opens her mouth, looking at her teeth and down her throat. “Nothing seems to be wrong,” he says after inspecting her.

“Mom’s gonna be worried sick.”

“Hold on,” Oliver says, but I'm too worried to listen. I don’t want anything to happen where Mom’s wedding could be ruined. I have no idea what could be wrong. I pet the dog, who wiggles in my lap a little but doesn’t do much else.

“Uh . . .”

The catch in Oliver’s voice causes me to spin around, and I see him squatting in the corner, inspecting something.

“What?” I ask. “Tell me you stubbed your toe.”

“I think I found our problem” he says, displaying the empty trash can that has several bite marks around the rim. I think back and try to remember what could have been thrown in there, and then it hits me.

“Oh, my God,” I moan, picking up Bertha and looking her in her little doggy face. “You ate the fucking condom?”Oliver

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Mindy demands of Bertha with a disbelieving laugh.

I laugh. “That has to be it. Unless someone came in here and stole it.”

Mindy laughs so hard. “So fucking gross!” She shakes her head. “Poor Bertha. But . . . is she supposed to be feeling this way, though? Like, can’t dogs eat anything?”

I shrug. “She should be okay. It’s not gonna kill her. My dog ate a beer-soaked pair of socks one time and was sick a little, but he was fine after he hacked up the fuzz ball. It was funnier watching him stagger around drunk.”

Mindy laughs lightly. “Your sperm must be doggy kryptonite then.”

I laugh. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t make you swallow?”

Mindy chuckles, blushing hard. “Seriously, though, what do we do about this? We have to be down there for breakfast in like twenty minutes,” she says.

“Let’s just go down there, have breakfast like normal, and then we’ll take her for a walk. She’ll be fine. She just needs to poop it out.”

Mindy giggles. “I hate that it happened, but I can’t help but laugh.”

I have to laugh too. “It makes for a great story to tell our grandkids.” I pause after the words leave my mouth. Grandkids. It was almost as if I was talking like we’d have grandkids. Am I really that deep into character after a couple of days?

The mirth flees Mindy’s face as well, making an uncomfortable silence, as if the same thought came to her. “I’m gonna go get ready.”

“All right,” I agree, squatting down next to Bertha and rubbing her belly.

Mindy hurries into the bathroom. We both take our showers and are down in the dining area within the next twenty minutes, just making it. I’m dressed casually in jeans and a breezy shirt because I’m in the mood to relax today, and Bertha’s already caused enough stress.

Mindy has on a sundress, a cute little light blue thing that hugs her body. She looks beautiful in it, flirty and sexy with just the right amount of skin showing. I have a fleeting memory of the way those arms clung to me last night, and I have to take a few deep breaths before I can continue.

“Remember,” I tell her before we step in the dining room. “Act normal. Anyone asks, we let Bertha out to do her business in the middle of the night.”

“I’m not sure that’ll be believable,” she says before I open the door. With the magic of a natural actress, her face lifts and she puts on a big smile and her voice lifts cheerfully. “Good morning, Mother!”

Everyone is in the dining room for once, with Uncle Charles slouched over a big bowl of what looks like Lucky Charms and looking like