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

“Good. Now, the rings . . . the rings . . . uh . . .” Wesley says, patting his pockets. “Hold on just a moment.”

Grandma Ivy Jo speaks up again. “Now, I’ve known a few people who were a little off their rocker in my life, but this man takes the cake. He makes me look as normal as blueberry pie.”

“Yeah, well,” Wesley grumbles before searching every single pocket of his cargo pants. Of course, they’re in the last one. “Oh, there they are!”

He pulls out a plastic baggie with the rings inside. Tony and I exchange rings, and a single kiss later, I’m now Hannah Steele. We all go to the main house and change clothes for the reception, which is in the same village square where the festival took place. I change from my white wrap into something much more native inspired, a hula skirt and tank top that, while nowhere near as revealing as what I wore for the competition, is still wavy and sexy, just like I want it to be.

“You look smokin’,” Cassie says, grinning as she comes out of the room she’s sharing with Sophie Stone, who is taking a few days off school for a free trip to Hawaii. Cassie’s got on a bikini top and a wrap skirt, looking as beautiful as ever and just at home. “You know you got him now. You don’t need to dress up.”

“I’ve got something special planned,” I tell her. “I sorta jammed it with Alani last night. She stayed up until nearly midnight with me, working all the moves.”

“You do know the only move you need is to drop it low, bring it up slow?” Cassie asks, and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Not for this. This is a special dance, just for Tony. Come on, I made him promise to get changed and head over there with the guys, so it’s just us girls for a few minutes on the way over.”

Our SUV is filled with ladies, and I find myself slightly squished next to Brianna Adams. She and I haven’t talked much, but she seems nice. “So, what do you think of the property? I mean, you do practically own a timeshare here now.”

Brianna laughs lightly. “I think we’ll enjoy coming out here. Although that Wesley . . . he’s a character.”

I groan. “What did he do?”

“Oh, last night as we headed out for a walk, he asked Gavin if his sperm count was, how did he put it? Oh yeah, ‘as impressive as the equipment delivering it’. Just when Gavin thought he’d lived down that video . . .”

I laugh. It’s Wesley. “Don’t worry, I think he’ll end up asking every man in the family about his sperm count at some point. Wesley’s very big on virility. I’m kinda curious what he’ll do if someone says they’re suffering a little bit in that department.”

“Probably something herbal and illegal,” Mindy jokes from shotgun, resting her stomach. “Phew, I think I’m taking a baby making break for a little bit. Three might be enough for me. I’d at least like to let the stretch marks fade a little before adding new ones.”

“Still looking hot to me, sis,” Roxy says as she drives. “And you don’t need to wear a crop top on stage.”

We get to the reception, where Tony looks handsome as hell in a Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts, and a white silk scarf around his shoulders. I hug him close, kissing his lips and feeling the ripped body that’s going to give me decades of love. “Mmmm, you look good, Mr. Steele.”

“And you’re the most beautiful woman on the island, Mrs. Steele,” Tony replies, kissing me again. “Alani said you had something planned?”

I chuckle, nodding. “A first dance. Go sit down with the guys. You and I will have our couples’ dance next.”

The music starts, and I’m glad for Alani’s help as she plays lead ukulele again. I’m so nervous. Still, the moment I take my first step, I just look at Tony and dance for him, an ancient wedding hula that Alani taught me. Every sway of my hips, every motion of my hands is done with as much love and grace as I can do, and when it’s over, Tony comes over, pulling me in for another kiss as the crowd explodes in applause.

The reception is a lot more normal after that, with a Hawaiian luau spread, plenty of drinks for everyone, and the village square becoming a large street dance. Alani and Wesley put on a hell of a show themselves, dancing, of all things, a classical flamenco in the dirt square before Wesley literally tosses his wife into the air and catches her to the wild applause of everyone.

“A final show before I start the next stage,” Wesley says with a smile.

“What is that, if you don’t mind us asking?” Tony says, offering Wesley and Alani drinks. “I mean, Alani’s already said she wants to help out with the transition.”

“You’re taking over our village’s sacred grounds, so of course I do,” Alani says. “I may have forgotten to mention . . . I’m sort of the traditional village chieftain.”

“Oh, now she tells us!” Caleb laughs. “I’m so lucky I didn’t get fed to the sharks.”

“I’m honored, then,” I tell Alani. “I look forward to learning as much as I can from you. But where will you go?”

“We’ll build a small house for ourselves in the village, but I want to spend the next decade or so traveling the world,” Alani says. “I’ve never seen snow, and I figure a decade will give you two time to have some children and get them to just the right age that they’ll be able to learn from mine about what could be expected of them.”

“You mean you’re pregnant?” Tony asks, and Wesley grins, kissing his wife on the cheek. “Congratulations, both of you.”

Even with all the