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

fire in my core that slowly spreads all over my body as he speeds up, his thick cock driving me wilder than ever.

His balls slap against my ass cheeks as he starts to fuck me harder. The sound of our flesh bounces off the walls, making me grunt with him. I reach down, grabbing my knees and hissing.

It hits me hard, different, like a lightning bolt with almost no warning. I’m screaming, coming as I feel him cry out, coming deep in my ass, the condom catching it. Part of me wishes it wasn’t there. I want to feel his come inside me.

I collapse, Gavin beside me as he holds me, his cock still in my ass as he rolls me, pulling me on top as we both breathe deeply, trying to recover. Finally, I smile, putting my head on his shoulder. “That was amazing.”

He grins, stroking my hair. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I was worried you’d throw me out when I asked.”

I laugh and turn to kiss his lips gently. “No, I don’t think I have any limits with you. Everything you do, you wake me up. You make me feel sexier and hotter than I’ve ever felt before.”

Gavin smiles and kisses my nose. “Thank you.”

I frown and purse my lips as I feel him slip out of my ass. “But I’m pretty sure I’m not walking straight for at least a week.”

Gavin laughs. “You definitely earned it. Just think how Mindy’s gonna react when you waddle into the coffee shop tomorrow.”

I punch him in the side, laughing. “Hey, how would you like if I put a damn log up your ass right before a game and then joked about it?”

Gavin winces a little from my punch but still laughs. “Not very much, but you’ve gotta admit it felt good.”

“It did,” I say, my fingers trembling as I trace his lips. “Thank you.”

“No,” he says, pulling me into his arms. “Thank you.”Gavin

My eyes flutter open at a knocking sound. Beside me, Brianna is snoring softly, her head on my chest. It’s dark in the room, and the smell of dust hits my nostrils. I wiggle my toes, which are halfway hanging off her twin-sized bed. We’d come here after using her tiny little shower to clean up, both of us so exhausted. I can barely fit on this thing with her, even with her using me as her body pillow. The mattress sucks too. My back would be fucked up for days if I had to sleep on this thing all the time.

Bump.

What the fuck was that? I’m immediately on edge, my heart racing. It’s just my fucking luck if someone is trying to break in the first night that I have her this way. But I guess that’s a good thing. She won’t be taken advantage of. I can protect her. I look around for an object I can use as a weapon, anything, when I see it.

Moonlight is shining through the window and onto the wall, right on the ugly creature’s face. It stares back at me with beady little eyes, defiant. This is his house, he’s saying. The humans are just sort of bringing in the food. When he sees me move, he scurries off into a tiny hole in the wall and I hear bumping noises and squealing.

There must be a whole family of those fuckers in there. Sounds like there are more rats than people in this building, and Brianna’s apartment is their Grand Central Station.

Now that I know there’s no intruder, I relax, but I can't help but feel anger tightening my stomach. Brianna shouldn’t be in a place like this. Here I am, living in the best of places. Everything is handed to me on a silver platter. And she’s living here in this hell hole with a family of rats.

And to think when I came into the town, I hated it because it was just a place that didn’t have a busy nightlife and luxury homes. To think that Brianna would sacrifice herself to stay in a place like this so she could one day help contribute to the community she loves.

The whole time, though, she doesn’t have anything for herself. A shitty apartment that probably isn’t up to building code, a job where the hotel manager is a fucking tinpot Napoleon with a fake British accent, and a single friend.

Actually, she does have that going for her.

Mindy’s pretty fucking awesome as a bestie.

I don’t have any idea how she does it. I look at her sleeping on my chest, and my eyes feel hot and heavy. She’s like an angel, and she’s in my arms . . . even if I don’t deserve it.

My whole adult life, I’ve been obsessed with my image and my career. I’ve taken. I took contracts, I took money, and I took gifts. I took, and other than handing out a few toe-curling orgasms, what have I actually given?

Not a damn thing.

What good have I done with my money besides spend it on myself and pamper my spoiled parents? I give the bare minimum in time and money to charity to keep the team off my ass, and that’s it.

I’ve been so self-centered, I think to myself.

I look down at Brianna, snoring softly against my chest. I feel a tightness in my stomach, a sort of heavy ball that’s slowly building. Being with her makes me want to be a better person, a better man. The only thing is, I’m not sure if I could give it all up to be that way. I’m not sure, but I worry that the money and the fame have started to claim me too. I might be addicted to the fame. And she’s better than that trap.

“Oh, my little Bunny,” I softly whisper, squeezing her arm and placing my chin on her head. “What am I gonna do with you?”

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I wake up to the sound of running water. I let out a groan,