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

faster and harder. I’m desperate. There’s nothing except her right now, and I feel my balls grow tight.

“Hannah!” I cry, my cock bursting deep inside her again. Hannah wails, her fingernails piercing my skin and making the wounds burn as ocean water washes over them, but I don’t feel the pain, just the burn in my heart and in my mind as I fill her with my essence.

My knees unhinge, and I start to collapse into the water when suddenly, there’s an arm under me, holding me up and helping me toward the shore. I look, and it’s Hannah, my angel, a soft smile on her face. We curl up on the blanket, the night air just this side of cool and making it comfortable as I spoon her against me.

“Tomorrow . . . I want you to be happy, no matter what,” I say. I don’t know what I’m saying, but at the same time, I do. I’ve waited all this time to hear her say that she needs more than a good vacation fantasy. I’ve waited for her to say she wants more, that she wants me with all of my imperfections and all of my mistakes.

I’ve waited, and she hasn’t said it. I understand. Neither of us has come out and directly said our feelings, but I hope she understands what I’ve tried to tell her with my body. She owns my heart, from here on out.

Hannah murmurs something under her breath, but whatever she says is cut off by a large yawn. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, babe,” I reply, my throat tight. She snuggles against me more, and I wrap my arms around her, snagging our t-shirts to use as a pillow under her head. Within minutes, she’s snoring lightly, and I kiss her on the temple. “It’s okay, I’ve got it all . . .”

I can’t lie anymore. I don’t have it all under control. Watching her snore in the moonlight, the first tears trickle down my cheeks. My heart is breaking in my chest, but everything will be fine if she’s the one who wins. I’ve had the time of my life with her, and I’ll never forget this.Hannah

The light is still pink in the sky when I make it back to my room. I try to be quiet, but Cassie’s already up, sitting on the bed and staring at the doorway. I don’t know if she was worried about me or just worried that we may soon be unemployed. Anxiety tightens my throat when I see she’s even already packed a lot of things up.

“Everything all right?” Cassie asks, her eyes full of meaning. “I figured you were with Tony but was still a little worried.”

Hell no, everything's not all right. “I’m a little down, but I’ll be fine,” I lie.

She stares at me for a moment and then looks away. “I’m nervous,” she finally says. “You know . . . about what the outcome is going to be.”

“Don’t be,” I reassure her. “Everything is going to turn out fine.”

Cassie snorts. She knows I’m not a psychic, and I’m just spouting bullshit. “I certainly hope so.”

“It will,” I repeat, turning away so she doesn’t see the tears in my eyes. I want to tell her how I felt this morning, waking up just as the sky started to lighten, being in his arms, enveloped in his warmth. I want to tell her how hard it was to leave his side, knowing it was probably our last time together.

But I don’t.

I strip off my dirty clothes and get a quick shower before we get dressed. But there’s a pall over our actions. Neither of us wants to be putting on the nicer, professional clothes that feel appropriate for this meeting with Wes. Downstairs at the breakfast table, I avoid eye contact with Tony. He looks handsome as usual, dressed more conservatively in gray slacks and a white dress shirt. No matter what, the next few hours are going to be hard. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, not just between Tony and me but between all of us.

I choke down a grapefruit and wait. Just as someone’s watch beeps, the first time I’ve heard a watch our whole trip here, Wesley comes in with Alani, Mo Mo on his shoulder.

“Good morning,” he says, smiling at us. “So I spent the night reading, thinking about what I should do. To say that I was both surprised and touched by what I read is an understatement. After reading what you both had to say, I reflected and meditated. I spoke with Alani about them, and we discussed it for hours more. Hell, I even talked to Mo Mo about this decision.”

Mo Mo squawks. “Mo Mo genius!”

He chuckles, while in my gut, I wonder if my entire fate is going to rest on the opinion of a bird that insists on calling me a big booty ho. “Ultimately, I want to do the right thing for Alani and her people. I took into account what was best for them, for the karma of the land, for which of you would do more to ensure that we maintain the spirit of tradition and respect their history while continuing forward on their journey to new sunrises. I wanted to make sure the winner would be the person who will hold this place as dear to their heart as I do. I wanted to make sure they continue in balance with the cycles of Mother Nature.”

He pauses, looking at each of us. It’s so quiet I can hear a pin drop, and I can see the former industrialist in him. He loves the spectacle of drawing out the moment of the announcement. “I took more than just your performance into account, but I’m sure you already know that. If I were still running a company, I’d offer any of you a job right now. I also looked over your proposals, the files you brought with you