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

away just as I thought she was about to come. “Wait,” she says, her voice shaking as she repositions.

She straddles my hips while facing away from me, reaching down and lining my cock up with her pussy. She sinks down, my cock enveloped in the tight, clingy warmth of her body. Her ass is right in front of me, and I reach down, massaging it as she starts riding me, moaning happily. “You know just how to please me.”

Watching Hannah’s ass as she rides me is mesmerizing, each flex of her hips in perfect timing of my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. My cock throbs as she rolls her hips, gasping when I smack her right butt cheek lightly. “And I know this feels good,” I add.

She looks back, a gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her lips as she clenches her pussy around my cock. I start thrusting up to meet her, and Hannah groans, throwing her head back and I grab a fistful of her hair.

We fall into a perfect joining, my cock thrusting up to meet her exactly, both of us adding to the speed and electricity crackling through the air. Keeping one hand tangled in her hair, I use the other to squeeze and spank her ass as we go harder and faster, the glimmering lights from the crystals making everything look surreal and sensual.

“Fuck…oh Tony, give it to me,” Hannah begs, and I thrust up, our hips smacking together so hard they echo in the cave, and I feel my balls grow tighter, my cock swelling. We’re close, so close, and I thrust as deep as I can, Hannah groaning as I bottom out inside her. I can feel her pussy tighten before she cries out, and I unleash myself, coming deep inside Hannah as she milks me, her body quivering as we come together, riding it until our bodies collapse.

“We’re going to have to come up here often,” Hannah says when she can speak again. “This place is magical.”

I shake my head, sitting up and gathering her in my arms. “Magic is what we make together. This place, this land . . . it’s important, but nothing will ever replace the magic that I have with you.”

Hannah turns and kisses me tenderly, and I hold her tight. She’s right, this land is special, but what I have right here, the love in my arms . . . that’s the true magic.Hannah

Morning dawns and I stare out at the ocean, the sand pristine and glimmering in the brightening light. There’s a soft wind coming off the water, and as I look out, tears come to my eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Roxy asks, rubbing my shoulders. “This is your wedding day.”

I smile, looking at her. She’s gorgeous, her island wrap picked out by Alani so that all of my ‘maids of honor’ look like they coordinate. My wrap is all white, of course, and I wipe away the tear. “I’m just so happy, you goof. Back when you and Jake got married, I remember thinking to myself that if I ever got married, I’d want a ceremony as beautiful as yours. Well . . .”

“I’d say yours beats the shit outta mine,” Roxy says with a quiet laugh. “Although I’ll still claim the reception. I didn’t have a foul-mouthed parrot at mine. Hmmm, on second thought… would that be a point in your favor or mine?”

I look up at the altar, where Wesley’s waiting. He’s going to be the minister. Apparently, he is ordained some way or the other. Caleb and Tony are up there too, Tony looking so handsome in his full tuxedo except for the flip-flops, while Caleb decided to go a little more casual, rocking some Bermuda shorts under his tux jacket. Alani is the musician, and Mo Mo, of course, sits on Wesley’s shoulder.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I promise Roxy. “And I promise not to throw a glass of punch on Tony today.”

Alani starts up the music, playing Can’t Help Falling in Love on a ukulele, of all things, and Roxy and I go up the ‘aisle’ in the sand. Everyone’s here—Brianna and Gavin with their kids, Jake with Roxy’s baby, Mindy and Oliver with their kids . . . even Myra showed up this morning. She took her golden parachute when Aurora’s property division closed down, and while she’s not ready to retire, she’s going to be okay.

I reach the altar, taking Tony’s hands as Wesley looks over us both, smiling that sort of wide, slightly vapid smile that tells me I’m glad I’m used to him by now. “Fellow carbon-based inhabitants of the Earth, I welcome you all here today to see the spiritual and physical bonding of Tony and Hannah into a fellowship that transcends the limits of our limited perception.”

“Did someone test him for drugs before this?” Ivy Jo asks, and I can’t help but chuckle. Wesley doesn’t mind, and for the next five minutes, he rambles on with a speech that’s part Captain Kirk, part Captain Jack Sparrow, part The Dude, and truly heartfelt. Finally, Alani clears her throat and Wesley stops short.

“Okay, okay . . . so, Tony, do you take Hannah to be your old lady, to hold her hair out of the toilet when she’s got morning sickness, to rub her feet when she’s got blisters, and to smile and put up with it when menopause turns her into a total bitch?”

Tony blinks. I’m shocked too, but he immediately nods. “I do.”

Wesley turns to me. “And Hannah, do you take Tony to be an annoying pain in the ass who needs a man cave, will probably play video games at the worst times, develop an innocent crush on some pop princess, and will eventually get a pot gut and morning breath and bellybutton lint?”

“I do,” I say, thinking I may have gotten the better of the vows. I mean, I could hang out in a man