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

“Thank Jesus!” Grandma says, cackling. “Need more little girls to keep these men in line!”

Everyone’s loving it, and they’re all so wrapped up in my having a girl that no one is even tasting my new drink.

The party goes well. Tony’s actually helpful in bringing out the other refreshments. As we eat the last of the Chinese food that I’ve recently been craving, Oliver leans in, kissing my cheek and whispering in my ear. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I ask, turning to look in his magnetic eyes.

Oliver shakes his head and finishes off the rest of his frappe. “For making me the luckiest man in the world.”

He pulls me close, the two of us chuckling as my belly bumps against his belt buckle. “You ready for this to hit you before my boobs do again?” I tease him as he wraps his arms around my lower back and I put my hands around his neck. “Last time, I got pretty big.”

“If I remember, the bigger you got, the bigger I got,” Oliver lightly growls, his cock swelling in his pants and bumping into my hip. “See?”

“I see you two need to clean up this mess and chase us out of your house!” Grandma says, her hearing somehow sharp as a tack. “I might remember the rodeo, but I don’t need to watch it no more!”

Everyone laughs, and I give credit to Brianna and Gavin. They do a good job of herding everyone out, Brianna stopping to come back and give me a hug. “Tomorrow, we’ll go baby shopping,” she promises me. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” I say, and suddenly, it’s just us. I turn around to see Oliver at the swinging door to our kitchen, his t-shirt soaked through in spots where he’s already been cleaning up, a smirk on his face. “Well, Daddy, how do you feel?”

Oliver tosses the dishtowel in his hand over his shoulder and crosses the living room to lift me into his arms. “I told you, I’m the happiest man in the world. Just promise me one thing before I take you to bed.”

“What’s that?” I ask, distracted as Oliver’s lips find my throat and he starts kissing, sucking on the skin and sending fire coursing through my veins. “Oliver, stop before I’m too focused on getting you out of your t-shirt to answer.”

Oliver chuckles but pulls away, yanking his t-shirt over his head and growling. “There, problem solved. What I want you to promise me is that we’re never, ever letting our daughter have a fake fiancé, okay?”

I laugh and pull Oliver in for a kiss. “Oh, I don’t know. Worked out pretty well for me.”

Heartstopper

Playlist

Toxic - Britney Spears

Rude Boy - Rihanna

This Is What You Came For - Rihanna/Calvin Harris

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Power Of Love - Celine Dion

Uptown Funk - Mark Ronson/Bruno Mars

Milkshake - Kelis

Freak Like Me - Adina Howard

Rockabye - Clean Bandit

American Girl - Tom Petty

Up Where We Belong - Joe Cocker/Jennifer Warnes

Do You Really Wanna Hurt Me? - Culture Club

Take My Breath Away - Berlin

I Want It That Way - Backstreet boysRoxy

“The guys had better get ready,” I say, twirling my hair around my finger. I’m riding shotgun down the road with my best friend, Hannah Fowler, in her beat-up Lexus sedan. The windows are rolled down, the wind blowing through the cabin and ruffling our hair as the downtown streets whiz by.

It’s been a long time since I’ve gone out, and boy, have I missed it.

But tonight I’m going to let loose, I vow. Enjoy myself for once.

“Why’s that?” Hannah asks as she speeds through a yellow light, glancing over at me. With shoulder-length blonde hair, big round cheeks, and eyes that are as blue as they are huge, she looks a lot like Amanda Seyfried, and she’s played it up a few times. Equipped with a sense of humor that almost rivals mine, she’s basically been my bestie since I struck out on my own. We’re inseparable.

I grin, flashing my notorious wink I learned from my big sister, Mindy, and boast, “’Cause I’m about to release the Rox on them!”

“Did I just hear you just say you’re gonna gobble all the cocks?” Hannah yells over the roar of the wind.

I laugh. “You know damn well that wasn’t what I said!” I got ninety-nine problems and gobbling cock won’t be one. If anything, that’s on Hannah’s menu, considering the tight black number she’s wearing that looks like it’s been painted on her frame.

Hannah giggles. “Well, it’s better than unleashing your deprived vajayjay on some poor man!”

“I can’t help it,” I say, shaking my head. “You go ten months without sex and see how you feel. Knowing you, they’d have to call the Ghostbusters because you’d have fucked half a dozen men to death.”

We share a good laugh and I smile as I let my arm hang out the window, enjoying the night breeze against my skin. We haven’t even gotten to the best part of the night and I’m already in a good mood. It’s a far cry from the sour, cantankerous pain in the ass I’ve become lately.

Don’t get me wrong—my job at Franklin Consolidated is okay and all, but it’s not my first love. The grin slowly fades from my face as I think back to three years ago. I was working the club scene and singing at Trixie’s, a local club back home, busting my ass for my big break.

It never came. There were too many rejection letters, too many times I got passed up on auditions. I almost tried out for X-Factor but got sick right before with a bad cold, so even that didn’t go as planned. Eventually, I set the microphone aside and went back to school. Mom at least had the decency to not say I told you so about my short-lived career as a singer. Instead, she gave me encouragement when I said I was moving away to finish up the degree that I’d been putting off.

I don’t really