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

teeth, giving him a sickly, weak grin. “I just . . . I could use a little bit of that Panna cotta.”

“Here,” Oliver says, taking a bite of his before sliding it over to me. “Take mine. I think Roxy has devoured the rest.”

“Thank you,” I say automatically. Oh, God, I’m thanking him now?

The Italian custard is delicious, and as I eat, I watch Oliver. I’m afraid. I came into this week thinking this would all be easy. That Mom would be so much the center of attention that I wouldn’t have to keep building lies on top of lies. And if I got lucky, maybe even get a little play cock.

Now, my defenses are crumbling, and I’m constantly thinking about babies and the idea of Oliver’s thick, juicy . . .

I’m hanging on by my fingernails at the edge of a bottomless pit, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up.Oliver

“A blob!” Roxy guesses excitedly as Layla spreads her arms out, wiggling them around before making big circles with her hands. I have no idea how Roxy’s getting blob out of it, but then again, I have no damn clue what Layla’s trying to say either.

We’re sitting in the living room playing Charades after dinner. It was nice, too. There was no gaming between us, just a good time. Mindy seemed to enjoy herself. She smiled, and as we talked, I felt myself being drawn to her more and more.

Not that I’m going soft. I can't stop thinking about the feel of her tight, slick pussy on my fingers or the way her teeth bit into my skin when she came. Now, playing Charades and having her next to me, I’m . . . torn. Good guy, bad guy, or just be the guy for Mindy? I can’t decide anymore, except that I fucking want her.

“Fat ass!” Roxy yells, pulling me back to the game. “Mindy has a fat ass!”

Layla drops her act, throwing her hands in the air. “I meant to say Mindy has a big brain. That she’s smart!”

“You’re horrible!” Mindy says with a huge laugh. “You couldn’t wait to do that. I’ve seen you trying to get it in for three rounds now.”

Roxy laughs. “You know I was just playing. If anything, you could gain some back there.”

“I don’t mind Mindy’s curves myself,” I say, rubbing her thigh. “They’re in all the right places.”

Mindy blushes, but before the next round can start, my phone rings. I pull it out to see that it’s from Gavin. Showing Mindy the caller ID, I excuse myself and go outside to the patio, where it’s another picture perfect night. “Gavin, what’s up?”

“Hey, Oliver, I was just calling to see how things are going,” Gavin says with a chuckle. “Brianna and I haven’t heard from you two. We got worried.”

“It’s going pretty good, actually,” I say, leaning against a wrought iron fence and chuckling. “We’re playing Charades, believe it or not.”

“Really? Doesn’t sound like your style,” Gavin says. “Any sparks between you and Mindy? At each other’s throats?”

I chuckle. Oh, there’s been sparks all right. “Nah, we’re good. I’m not going to lie, there were a few hiccups at the start, but everything’s going well now.”

“I'm glad to hear that.” There's relief in Gavin's voice, and I know he cares about Mindy beyond her being his wife’s best friend. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure if you could pull it off. Have you checked in on your brother yet?”

“I need to call him after this, actually. I’ve been meaning to. Do you know if my house is still in one piece?”

“From what I can tell. At least nobody’s called the cops yet.”

I shake my head. Hopefully, Gavin’s joking. “Well, I’d better take care of that then. Mindy’s mom is all about family time, so I won’t have a lot of time. Take care, man.”

“You too. And be good to her, okay?”

“You know it,” I say, hanging up the call. I tap my phone against my chin for a moment, then dial Anthony’s cell. It’s a good sign when he picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Tony?”

“Oli, I’m dyin’ here,” Anthony says. “She’s kicking my ass.”

I chuckle. “If she could kick your ass, I wouldn’t be worried. You doing okay?”

“Let’s see,” Anthony says under his breath. “I’m doing laundry, cleaned the whole house top to bottom, and so far, the closest thing I’ve had to getting laid was some late night downloaded porn. How do you think I’m doing?”

“Sounds just fine to me,” I crack, and Anthony laughs. “Seriously, though, Mom’s doing okay?”

“Yeah, we’re doing fine,” Anthony says. Suddenly, music comes on in the background, and Anthony scrambles. “Sorry, I had my game on pause. The network just put me back in.”

“What else have you been up to in your free time?” I ask, not really caring about his game.

“Nothing, just chilling and doing my best to take care of Mom, that’s all. She’s saying I should go out Friday night, so maybe I’ll bounce then. Hey, speaking of that, you bang that chick yet?”

I ignore his question, and Anthony gets the message. He changes subjects. “Hey, Martha wants me to go with her to look at some property that you said you want to look at.”

“I think she can do that fine by herself,” I reply. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, she's insisting. Don't you trust me? I looked at a lot of property for Dad.”

I sigh, nodding as I reply. “Okay. Go on, but no shenanigans.”

Anthony laughs. “Dude, I can be serious when I need to be. You gotta have faith in me.”

He’s right, and Anthony needs something to do besides porn, video games, and helping Mom around the house. “That's what scares me. All right, man, you take a look and tell me about it when I get back. Take care of Mom.”

I hang up from him and go back inside, where I find that the game’s wrapped up and everyone’s gone to bed except