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

my bed and smiling, “but after I thought about how I would have to either sleep in a bed with you or on the floor, I’m kind of glad we’re staying here tonight. Besides, I feel so good after my win. And the way I left Tony . . . that was icing on the cake.”

“Oh, please,” Cassie grunts, squeezing her thighs together. “You’re just glad to be near Tony. You want him to ice your cake, don’t you?”

“Hell, no!” I say sharply, so much so that I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince. An impish smile comes back to my face as I think about the torture Tony is going through . . . but damn, did that bulge look big.

“You surprised me tonight, that was an evil stunt you pulled,” Cassie says, chuckling deviously. “But hey, I loved it. They deserve it for gloating after beating a bunch of girls in tug-of-war. You should’ve told me and let me slip some to Caleb, though. All his ‘aww, shucks’ charm doesn’t hide the fact that he’s full of himself too. I can’t believe I got him to wear that pink tank top for team solidarity. I told him we were the C-team! Mental note, I guess my Cassie Charmer bit works on him.”

I smile evilly, agreeing. I can’t believe he fell for my sweet act. He was so into cleaning those damn shrimp that he didn’t notice a thing. “Hey, Cass?”

“Ugh . . .” she groans, sounding as if she’s trying to pass gas, her legs still tied together and stuck high in the air.

I can't take it anymore. I have to know what the fuck she’s doing. “Okay, just what the hell are you doing over there? Trying to lay an egg?”

Cassie grunts again and then laughs. “Actually, I’m using a yoni egg at the moment.”

Huh? “Do I want to know what that is?”

Cassie turns her slightly flushed face to me in shock, staring. “You don’t know what a yoni egg is? It’s a stone that women use to strengthen their vaginal muscles. You’ve never heard of it?”

“You’re exercising your pussy right next to me? Cassie, I just can't with you.”

“What?” Cassie protests. “Don’t knock it ‘till you try it. Give it two weeks, and I bet you could make Tony—”

I shake my head, interrupting her. “Let me just stop you there. I told you, I’m not interested in Tony.”

My phone buzzes and I pick it up. It’s late, but I figure it’s probably Roxy texting, checking in on me.

My smile disappears and my heart skips a beat, my throat going dry as I see the text first.

Congrats, you won today. Tomorrow is my turn.

Then I see the image, and my jaw drops. A big, hard, delicious cock fills my phone’s screen.

That fucker. My mouth is watering just looking at it. How the hell did he get my number?

“Hannah?” Cassie asks when I’ve gone quiet, staring at the screen, lowering her legs and sitting up in bed. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” I whisper, trying to keep my cheeks from becoming too flushed. But I can’t tear my eyes away. They’re glued to the screen and I’m pretty sure my eyes are as wide as saucers.

“It’s something. You should see your face right now,” Cassie says, squirming. “Show me!”

I snap my eyes away from the picture, desire burning my blood. “It’s a . . . it’s a dick pic. He sent me his dick.” My breath is raspy, and I squeeze my thighs together from the sudden pulsing sensation. The bastard! I can't get the image out of my head. And even worse . . . I want it.

Tomorrow is his turn? What about right fucking now?

“He did not! Oh, my God, let me see!” Cassie pleads.

“No,” I snap, shutting off my phone and holding it to my chest. I want that picture all to myself. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep.”

Cassie gives me a look. “Yeah, you’re not interested in him at all . . .” she says with a knowing smirk.

* * *

The next morning, I feel more refreshed, and thankfully, Tony’s cock has only flashed in my mind a couple of times. Okay, maybe a couple of dozen times if I’m honest with myself. But the dreams were pretty spectacular, leaving me aching between my legs this morning and wondering how close they are to the real thing. He’s so going to get it.

There’s a knock at our door. It’s Alani, holding some clothes in her hands. “Good morning, ladies. Wesley wanted you to wear this for today's challenge.”

“What is that?” Cassie asks over a yawn and stretched arms. I don’t know how much sleep she got, but I hope her pussy is satisfied with the workout. Mine could sure use one from a certain someone . . .

Goddammit, did I really just think that?

“Clothing for Hawaiian dancing.” She steps forward and lays a small pile on each of our beds. A red and white floral print wrap-around skirt is paired with a simple white bandeau top, a shell and woven necklace, and matching bands, four of them. I guess they’re for our ankles and wrists. “Please get dressed. Your breakfast is waiting for you downstairs, and then I will show you the way to the beach.”

With a respectful nod, Alani disappears just as quietly as she entered, while Cassie looks uncertainly at her clothing. “Hawaiian dancing? Couldn’t we just shake our ass a little and call it a day?”

I shrug and reach for the skirt, thinking about how I’m going to face Tony. I can’t let him know how much he turned me on. Maybe I’ll play it off, act like I never got the text.

We get dressed quickly and head downstairs for a breakfast of fruits and some oatmeal. There’s no sign of Tony or Caleb, which I’m grateful for. I could use a few more minutes to figure out how I’m going to face him and to get my head