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

Wesley nods with a tight smile. “Enjoy your evening.”

He leaves, and Cassie grumbles about having to stay the night, but Alani doesn’t seem to hear her.

Hannah doesn’t seem as upset. She’s probably still reveling in what she’s done to me. As we get up from our seats to follow Alani out of the room, I reach out and pull Hannah in close. Her eyes go wide as I press myself against her side, letting her feel how hard I am. “What the hell did you put in that food?” I demand.

She grins and pulls free, going over to her side of the table, where she tosses me a bottle. “Something to give you a little kick. Some people claim it doesn’t work.” She looks down at the huge fucking bulge in my shorts, then back up at me. “Looks like they’re wrong.”

She walks away with a huge smile on her face as I squint at the label. There’s some Chinese writing, then in small letters underneath, it says Horny Goat Weed.

Turning my gaze around, I watch as she triumphantly struts down the hall, leaving me wishing I could give her a good dicking until this shit wears off.

* * *

“Fuck, man,” I groan, turning over in my bed, my cock straining against my shorts. It’s been an hour since Alani showed us to our room, and I still have a raging hard-on. “I knew she was up to something.”

I grit my teeth as another pulse jolts my dick. Those sweet smiles, the way she sucked on my finger. Good God, she was playing me the whole time.

“Dude, why don’t you just go rub one out?” Caleb says in the single bed across from me. Wes made sure we were accommodated in a small room equipped with two beds. It’s not as nice as our suite back at the hotel, but at least it’s clean with a view of the ocean.

“Fuck that,” I growl. “Then she would’ve won.” When she needs to be taking care of the situation she caused, maybe on her knees.

“Well it’s a whole lot better than sitting there groaning for the next however long.” Caleb laughs.

“You're right,” I say as an idea suddenly occurs to me. “Which is why I’m going to do something about it.”

I roll out of bed, grab my phone, and head for the door.

He gives me a look, probably wondering what I’m doing but not wanting to ask as I walk out of the room. The hallway is mostly dark, just pale moonlight illuminating my footsteps as I find a corner, dialing Oliver’s number. I need to give him an update.

“Hello?” he answers after several rings, sounding groggy.

“Oli, what are you doing?” I whisper.

“Trying to sleep. It’s like . . . why the fuck are you whispering?”

“Listen, I’ve got to tell you something. It’s about this deal.”

I hear Oliver curse under his breath, and then some fumbling, but moments later, he’s back, sounding clearer. “What’s going on?”

“You’re not going to believe this shit,” I say before I tell him everything—about Wes, Hannah, and the competition. The only thing I leave out is the hard-on raging in my shorts.

“Hannah?” he asks in disbelief when I finish. “Really? That makes this a little more complicated,” Oliver says.

“What do you mean, more complicated? What do you want me to do, walk away?” I ask, but even as I say it, I don’t want to. That’ll probably mean I won’t see Hannah again for another year. Besides, she fucked with me, and I want revenge. There’s no way I’m going to let her get away with this.

“No, we can’t do that,” Oliver says, relieving me. “You said he wants you guys to compete? You can’t help that. Just do what he says. Don’t play dirty. Be fair.”

Don’t play dirty. Too late for that, I think.

“Gotcha,” I tell him anyway. “And Oli?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor. Get me Hannah’s cell number?”

Oliver sounds confused. “Why do you . . . never mind, hold on. I’m sure Mindy has it around here somewhere.” I hear him go away and come back a moment later.

He gives me the number, and I repeat it back to him. “Thanks, Bro.”

I hang up and rush to the bathroom, turning on the lights, and whip out my throbbing dick, getting a good angle for a picture of it. When I’ve got a good shot, I attach a text message. Congrats, you won today. Tomorrow is my turn.

I hit Send, thinking about how hot she’s going to get when she sees it. I know it’s going to make her pussy wet. I can tell she still wants to fuck me, but I don’t want to go overboard like before and piss her off.

Just thinking about it causes me to let out a tortured moan. I reach down, wrapping my hand around my shaft. It’s nowhere near as sexy as Hannah’s lips when she sucked on my finger, but my brain fills in the details as I replace my finger with my cock, imagining it sliding between Hannah’s lips, the way her tongue caressed my skin . . . she’d feel so good licking and sucking on my cock.

I explode, blowing my load all over the shower stall. After I’m done, I rinse the mess down the drain quickly and leave the bathroom with a smile on my face.

I wish I could see her face when she opens that text.Hannah

“I can't believe he’s making us stay here,” Cassie complains, lying back on her small bed and sticking her legs straight up into the air. “He’s like the insane guy from Back to the Future,” she says. “Fucking nut job.”

We’re in a medium-size room in the middle of the house. There are two beds, not the greatest but beats being in that room at the hotel with one bed. And it has a nice view of the outside, and I can see the moonlight glimmering against the beautiful waters.

“I was pissed at first,” I say, sitting on