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

Downstairs, I see Emily still waiting for Oliver, and I give her a wave as I head out. I’m surprised when she follows me out. “Hey, Cassie? Sorry if you weren’t ready to talk about things with Caleb back there.”

“No sweat,” I reply with a smirk. “I’m a big girl and it’s my fault. I think I secretly wanted to tell someone.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve only talked to Caleb a few times. But he seems like a great guy. You’re already friends, and it sounds like you’re, uh, compatible, so dating isn’t too crazy, right? If you guys did decide to be more, I’m sure he’d make a great boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. Sounds good, but not part of our agreement.

Before I can reply, a familiar-looking Lexus pulls in, and Oli gives a beep. “That’s Oliver.”

“Give the kids a big hug from me,” I tell her, cranking my engine. I’ve got a lot of thinking to do, but also, I’m exhausted. I need to get home and chill for a while. As I drive, I have to laugh. Caleb and me, dating?

Don’t be ridiculous.Caleb

As the days pass, Cassie and I fall into a routine. Every day that I’m not working for another customer or only have a half-day, I’m over at 614 Douglas, working on the house. Cassie’s there every Friday through Sunday, and she also pops in on the weekdays when she can. She earns my respect with her ability to get her hands dirty, and dirty is exactly what we do. It seems like every other night turns into our fucking like bunnies everywhere in the house, breaking in every room with our erotic sexcapades.

When the tile for the kitchen came in, we celebrated by piling the boxes up and my fucking her upright, her elbows planted on the pile to keep her balance while the whole house was filled with the sounds of our wild passion. When we got done sanding down the walnut floors, before we even bought the wood stain, we stained it with our sweat. It’s like the more progress we make, the more we’re ripping each other’s clothes off.

Finally, after a month, I take a look around the house. I came in tonight because it’s a Thursday, and my work for Oliver was easy, so I wanted to take care of some of the basics on the woodwork for the kitchen out here. Once the cabinets are up, I’ll take care of the counters before we do the tile. I give a little hum of satisfaction. “You’re looking good, old girl,” I say, patting one of the doorposts. “See you tomorrow.”

I shut off the lights and climb into my truck, feeling like everything is coming together nicely. Between Cassie’s house and my other various jobs, I’m totally swamped with work, but she and I seem to find plenty of time to bring each other to new orgasmic heights. Even after going at it all of these times, each one is just as amazing as the first. Even better, we’re still friends afterward, giving each other shit lightheartedly. When I got hit on by another customer, Cassie laughed her ass off right before swallowing my cock all the way to the base and making me fill her mouth with a full load of my cream.

The only thing not going so great is my diet. A few too many nights of pizza and Chinese take-out have me feeling a little like a slug. I’m not getting chubby—I’m working too hard for that—but I just feel lethargic, especially in the mornings. I know what I need to do. I’m going to convince Cassie to do a little speed work at the high school track. Maybe some runs up and down the bleachers will do wonders. Hell, maybe I can get Cassie to fill one of my teenage fantasies and we can go for a quickie under the bleachers. I can picture her with her running shorts pulled down around her thighs, just enough to let me in as I pound into her from behind.

Stopping that train of thought as my jeans get a little too tight, I switch gears to make a mental note of things I need to pick up at Home Depot in the morning. We’ve got another busy weekend ahead of us. Going inside, I lock the door behind me, flopping onto the couch and crossing my feet, dirty boots and all on the coffee table. I’ll get some dinner right after I relax for a minute.

It’s not until I’ve watched the second episode of some crappy sitcom, eating the last of my pork chop and apple-spinach salad, that I realize it. I’m alone, and for the first time in a long time, it feels . . . lonely.

I wonder what Cassie is up to tonight, and for a split second, I consider texting her. That’s what fuck buddies are for, right? Booty calls. Hell, even if not for sex, that’s what friends are for. To call to hang out when you’re lonely.

I pull out my phone, but my thumbs freeze before I can type out anything. A nagging question rises up in my mind, and I stop. What am I calling her for? For sex? To hang out? For something else? What is Cassie to me now?

When I don’t know the answer for a beat too long, I decide that maybe a night off is exactly what we need. I don’t want to blur the lines, especially with a friend. Besides, I’ll see her in the morning at Mindy’s. Maybe we can reschedule our run for Saturday too. That way, we can start the weekend off on the right step . . . and if I’m lucky, under those bleachers.Cassie

Jogging up to the park, I’m excited to see Caleb. It’s been a couple of days since I checked in on the house or got off on his cock, and