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

I step through, closing the door. I hear him mutter something but the closing door obscures it. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I head to the other hallway. I find the girl’s sauna room. Their space is laid out a little different from ours. I knock on the wood door. There’s a sharp cry of surprise, and Cassie, her face covered in some sort of green goop, sticks her head out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“There’s someone who is expecting you in the recovery gardens,” I lie, jerking my thumb over my shoulder. “Something about his back needing a massage for carrying you.”

Cassie stares at me, ignoring the fact that I’m in just a towel. “Seriously? I wouldn’t touch him if he was the last dick on earth.”

I snort, giving her a smile. “Yeah, well, it’s not the last one on earth, but I’m sure he’s willing to give you a nice massage in return as a thank you.”

Her eyes flash. Caleb’s going to kill me, but this is more than worth it. “Well, since you put it that way, I guess I can go keep him company. As long as I get mine first.”

Cassie’s head disappears back into the room, and I hear her talking. “I’m going to go rock someone’s world to the point he’ll want to be my love slave. Oh, and you’ve got a visitor.”

Cassie comes out a moment later, her face freshly scrubbed and a towel wrapped firmly around her upper body, and walks off.

I chuckle, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves before I open the door. As I reach for the handle, I hear Cassie on the other side talking loudly to Caleb. “Yeah, I’m back. I hear you’re ready to give me a massage, but no funny business . . .”

I shake my head—she is a trip—then I walk in. My breath stops in my throat as I see Hannah, sitting on one of the wooden lounge chairs, no spa mask but her body also wrapped in a towel. I guess they both decided to ignore Wesley’s rules. Hannah’s legs look long and beautiful as she sits up, my cock hardening underneath my own towel as I imagine what treasures lie underneath. Her skin’s flushed, and her eyes are wide as she sees me. “What are you doing here?”

“Tell Cassie sorry, but I had to lie to get her out of here. I came to serve you.”

“Serve me?” she says suspiciously. “And just what does that mean?”

I look around, seeing a bottle of coconut oil lotion, and pick it up. It’s more than just coconut, but all I can say is that it smells heavenly, and I can only imagine Hannah smelling the same way. “Yeah. I thought you could use a little spa treatment.”

Hannah bites her lip, looking at me uncertainly. “But—”

“Just relax,” I reply. “I promise, it’s just what you need.”

She hesitates a moment but gets up, going to the connecting door to the relaxation garden, where I see a body-length woven mat on the ground and high walls that separate us from the rest of the world. She lies down on her stomach, and I kneel down next to her, undoing the towel. The soft lantern light of the garden makes her skin glow as I really get my first look at her naked body. The earlier encounter was so shadowed.

I open my mouth in amazement but shut it as I get some lotion on my hands and start rubbing down her back. With each sweep of my fingers and thumbs, it feels like I’m sewing. Instead of cloth, I’m stitching myself to Hannah, not to her body but something deeper, something scary it’s so intense.

She moans softly as my hands reach the amazingly soft skin on the back of her thighs, her ass quivering and her knees parting a little. My eyes catch just a glimmer between her thighs, and I want to rush, but I hold back. “So, where’d you learn to use a bow?”

“What?” Hannah asks, her voice thick as I rub her inner thighs. “Oh, you mean the bowfishing? I learned a little at Girl Scout camp, but that was when I was twelve.”

She sighs softly as I edge closer, moaning as I pull back to start massaging her ass. The scent of her arousal fills the air as I knead and squeeze her ass, my thumb working toward the middle, and she wiggles her hips lightly, another deep moan coming from her. My cock throbs. It’s raging hard as I think of what I want to do to her. Suddenly, she slides over and pops up on her knees, totally naked. “My turn.”

I gulp, taking in the glorious sight of her glistening body, my cock oozing precum as I look at her. “I didn’t get your front yet.”

“I insist,” she says, her voice full of desire. “Lie down and let me return the favor. I’ll get your front.”

I chuckle. “Fine, have it your way. But you know what you’re going to find.”

I lie down, undoing the towel around my waist, and Hannah’s eyes go wide as she takes me in. Still, even as her breasts heave up and down from breathing harder, she kneels down and pours some lotion into her hands.

She starts on my shoulders, rubbing them with sensual strokes as her breasts dangle just out of reach above my lips as she works the knots out of my muscles. It’s erotic torture as she finds tight spots in my muscles I didn’t even know I had. “Don’t tell me you learned this in Girl Scouts.”

“No,” Hannah teases as she runs her hands up and down my body. I suck in a breath. Her soft touch feels amazing. She reaches out, wrapping a hand around my hard cock before smiling and bending down. “And I definitely didn’t learn this at Girl Scouts.”

Her tongue strokes me from tip to base. I’ve never felt