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

primal fulfillment and pounding the last sparks of consciousness out of me. I’m coming too, so hard that black stars bloom in front of my eyes as our bodies, slick with sweat, hot with passion, come together, and I know that I can’t be without him.

I don’t know if I passed out or not. All I know is that the next thing I’m aware of, we’re in bed, Jake spooned behind me, his cock still inside me but softening. His arms are wrapped around me, and I unconsciously reach up to stroke his forearm.

“That was intense,” he says.

“It was perfect,” I reply, sighing happily. I snuggle against him, and as he pulls me close, I realize something. It’s not just the sex I need . . . I’m starting to need him too. I’m starting to care about Jake.

A lot.

* * *

I blink, waking up. Jake’s still asleep, and I turn over, just watching him. At some point, we’ve stripped naked, and I take a moment to admire him in the soft light in the room. He’s got long, almost sensitive lashes. I know women who’d kill to have lashes like Jake’s. But his face is powerful, with a strong jawline and chin that leave me with no impression of him being weak. I reach out, tracing the thick swell of his chest muscles, down to the chiseled ridges of his abs.

He’s a moving, breathing, speaking human sculpture, a Michelangelo in the flesh. Best of all, I realize he’s done so much for me. Tonight, I felt more alive than I have in years. The club, the crowd, it was like I woke up from a long nightmare and found out that I’m not from Kansas. I’m from Oz itself.

And then, afterward, the way he took me. We’ve had sex twice, and each time, my body’s been left shaking with the intensity of how hard I’ve come. But both times have been different. The first time was mutual, almost tender in some ways. Tonight, he was powerful, conquering, taking me and making me his woman, and I loved it just as much.

But he’s done all of this . . . for me. No wonder I’m getting feelings for him. He’s done all of this for me simply because he believes in me. For the first time in my life, someone is reaching out, doing something for me out of a genuine desire to see me happy. He’s called me his angel, but I feel like he’s my guardian angel, descending from the heavens to pluck me out of a life I wasn’t supposed to lead. He’s reminded me of what I am, what I’m meant to be. He reached out and touched me, and in that touch, he’s laid a finger on my heart as well. Scared? Sure, I’m scared. But I’m more scared of not having him.

As I watch him, I hear the song in my head again, the same song I’ve been working on, and in a moment that shakes me to the bone, it all clicks. All the lyrics, all of them in order, the tone that I’ll use, even the notes. I think if I wanted, I could even tell you what each instrument will play, and who I want to play them.

I roll out of bed and see a pen and tablet of paper on the small bedside table. I start writing, my hand flying across the paper as I feel sweat dot my forehead again. I’m gripping the pen so hard my fingers ache, but it’s as intense a pleasure as when Jake was inside me.

“What are you doing?” Jake says softly behind me. He’s woken up. I turn, blinking. God, he’s so handsome. “You’re scribbling like a madwoman.”

“Maybe. I’m writing down how awesome you are,” I reply. I don’t want to tell him the song is about him. Yet. I don’t know if I should reveal how much he’s touched me.

“Really?” Jake asks, smiling. “Can I read it?”

I look down at the papers, and I see I’m missing just the final line. Still . . . “It’s not ready yet. But I promise it will be good.”

Jake sits up, grinning. “Oh, come on. Let me see.”

I toss the pad aside, reaching out and grabbing Jake’s hard cock. I can’t believe he’s so hard again already. I can feel it pulsing in my hands. Jake stops, moaning as I start stroking him, and I tug him to the edge of the bed as I get on my knees. Looking at his cock, I know I want to taste it. I want to give back to him since he’s given to me.

“You’ll see it when it’s ready,” I tease him. “Now, lean back and let your Angel see if she can get a treat out of this big cock.”Jake

The last two weeks have proven to be a titanic struggle. My feelings for Roxy have only grown, but our relationship has been more or less confined to the club. We see each other at work, but we try to be on our best behavior. We talked about it, and we’re clear on things. It’s better if no one knows. She’s even tried dressing a little more . . . well, I’d say modestly, but it’s just not working. I swear I go home with a case of blue balls every day after work.

Thankfully, I’ve gotten to relieve them with her a few times after work. But an hour here or there of passion in the back room just isn’t enough. I want more. I want to be able to strut through the city with her on my arm like she’s my real girl. At work, as bad as it may look and sound, and at the club most of all. Rules be damned. The fact that I can’t bugs the shit out of me, and it’s getting harder to keep my desire under wraps.

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