Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (classic literature books .TXT) 📗

terms, no compromise. So she’d have a man for a while, then he’d be gone. A little later, she’d have another one. She never wanted to bend an inch, while at the same time, she always needed a man in her life. Trust me, it was frustrating, and I don’t want to end up like that. There were some good ones, though, like Ed. He really was nice to me, despite his taking that tire when he left. And yeah, some were not so nice. It was never anything bad, just a bit of a revolving door of relationships that had me confused sometimes. Mama always said, ‘Chin up. Fish are gonna swim away because swimming is their nature. That’s why there’s so many fish in the sea.’ Took me a while to understand it.”

“Wow . . . that’s uh . . . deep and insightful, I guess. Did she ever fall in love?” I ask while secretly thinking Cassie’s mom probably had the most self-defeating point of view in the entire world, my own included.

Cassie sighs, nodding sorrowfully. “With every one of them. She was heartbroken every time one of them left, too. But she was always there for me, taught me how to be independent. She wasn’t perfect, but she showed me that love is worth having while you do, and to stay grateful for it every day.”

“Where’s she now? Do you talk to her? I’ve never heard you mention her before.”

I nearly slap my forehead when Cassie stops, and I can see the glistening of tears in her eyes. She holds them back, but when she speaks again, her voice is a papery whisper. “No, she’s gone now. After leaving here, we settled in the big city, and things were going okay. Mama had a new job. I seemed to have transitioned pretty well from a tomboy to a city girl, and then I moved out when I went to college. My senior year, she went on a road trip with her boyfriend, Steven. They were hit head-on in a freak accident and neither made it. It was rough because she was all I had in the world. Dad and I are on polite terms, but not very close. But I remembered what she told me and kept my chin up and the sun at my back, kept on keeping on. It’s my motto.”

I swallow, regretting the thoughts I had about Cassie’s mom just a few minutes ago. God, I’m an idiot. “Wow, Cass. That’s rough. I’m so sorry. Your mom sounds like she was quite the woman.”

Cassie nods, then smiles, bringing the seriousness of the conversation to a close. “Yep, so that’s the house I grew up in. Me and Mama against the world. She always said it was the perfect little family house, and now I want to make sure it’s ready for its next family. Swing and all.”

As we finish our pancakes, talk returns to the renovations and what still needs to be done to get it ready for market. But in my mind, I keep thinking that I know a guy who owns a tire shop in town. I bet I could get a big pickup truck tire that would be perfect.

I’m surprised when Cassie leans over as I’m washing up in the kitchen. “You’ve still got a little syrup right there.”

I start to wipe at my chin with my thumb, but her hand comes up, pulling mine away as she steps closer. “No, let me.”

She leans forward, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she delicately licks the sweet stickiness off and purposely lets her tongue roll over my lips. The feeling of her tongue on my lips is electric, and I can’t help reaching up to grab her ponytail again. It’s so damn convenient and sexy.

“Mmm, keep that up and maybe I’ll have another place for you to lick some syrup off me.”

Cassie giggles as she moves her hands down to the waistband of my shorts, pulling my quickly hardening cock out. “You don’t need syrup for that. In fact, I think I might owe you one from earlier.”

I put a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to mine. “Cassie, you don’t ever ‘owe me one’. I feel damn lucky to get to lick your sweet little pussy and watch you come for me. This isn’t tit-for-tat. We just take care of each other.”

Cassie pumps my cock slowly, grinning. “I like the sound of that, but I admit I got kind of distracted at tits and tats . . . shirt off so I can see those tats.”

I grin back. “Does that mean you’re taking your shirt off so I can see those tits?”

“Duh!” Cassie laughs, and she sweeps her tank and sports bra over her head as I pull my t-shirt off. My gaze focuses on her breasts, reaching out to cup them in my hands and slipping a thumb across her pebbled nipples. Cassie moans but moves away, getting down on her knees and taking my now fully erect cock into her mouth just a little.

She licks and sucks the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before finally slowly lowering, taking my shaft deep into her mouth inch by inch. When her nose is nestled deep near the base, she lets out a satisfied hum, and I have to squeeze the base below her lips to keep from coming right then. As she bobs up and down, I lean back against the countertop, pushing her ponytail aside to watch her take me into her hot mouth over and over.

Seeing her looking up at me with those naughty, twinkling eyes, I can’t hold back anymore. “Fuck, Cassie, that’s a damn pretty sight. You’re about to make me blow already.” She hums again and I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside her. I pull my hips back slightly, and she looks up at me. “Cass, get up here. I need to be inside you.”

“Well, we all have