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

“I paid for the pancakes, so I’m fully stocked and carrying,” I joke, pulling out my wallet. “But if you keep looking so sexy and pantyless when we go running, I’m going to start keeping one in my sock.”

“Lucky me,” Cassie says, looking around. She pulls me over to her small kitchen table, lying back on it and spreading her legs. She’s glowing, the lips of her pussy already spread. Cassie reaches down and rubs, shivering as she does. “You’d better hurry up and get that condom on, or else I’ll just have to take care of what you started myself.”

It’s hard to focus on getting the condom wrapper open and down my shaft as I watch Cassie rub her pussy, slipping two fingers inside and moaning, teasing me as she slides them in and out. Finally, after what seems like an eternity but can’t be more than twenty seconds, I step forward, pulling her closer to me, her butt helped by a placemat that gives almost no friction as I slide into her, Cassie’s fingers pulling out just in time. We both gasp, and my eyes are pulled to hers. “You’re right,” I growl, filling her all the way in one long stroke. “Who needs syrup?”

“I can’t last long,” Cassie admits, her pussy squeezing me tightly. “I’m so worked up, sorry.”

“Trust me, no more than I am,” I reply, knowing that I’m raging inside too. I start thrusting, pulling back and stroking hard in and out of her, our eyes never leaving each other as my cock throbs and pulses deep inside her. Cassie’s fingers dig into my forearms as I speed up, my balls slapping against her ass we’re fucking so hard.

The seconds seem to become minutes, and in those seconds I feel something, like a bridge is being built between us. Cassie’s taking everything I have and loving it, while at the same time, she’s giving everything she has to me. There’s no misunderstanding, none of the frustration or miscommunication of earlier, just the look in her eyes as sweat breaks out on our bodies again, my cock pumping in and out of her, and the hammering pace of our sex.

I’m sure we don’t last even two minutes, but it doesn’t matter. When Cassie’s fingernails dig in, I understand and reach down, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She gasps and her pussy squeezes my cock even tighter. “Caleb!”

“Me too,” I gasp, my cock swelling before I come, Cassie’s cries of her own orgasm pushing me even higher. Still, our eyes never leave each other’s and I can almost feel what she’s feeling, the heat and the explosion from deep inside different but just as intense and as needed as mine. When the moment passes, I stay inside her, reaching forward to stroke her hair. “Wow.”

“And who says a quickie has to be bad?” Cassie chuckles after a moment. “That was . . . goddamn!”

I laugh, not wanting to pull out of her but knowing I need to dispose of the condom. “Come on, let’s get washed up,” I say regretfully. “Then you can get some laundry done while I’m at the house, and maybe, if you’re really helpful, I’ll even bring you some dessert tonight.”

“Oh?” Cassie asks. “What’s for dessert?”

“A thick, creamy banana.”

Cassie laughs and smacks my naked ass. “Deal. And you might have a sweet muffin you can munch on too.”Cassie

After our confessional pancake brunch on Saturday morning, the crazy wooded adventure, and the mind-blowing sex, I was mentally and physically exhausted. Still a little embarrassed about my jealous fit and how emotional I felt after our couch session, I readily agreed when Caleb said he should probably head out. Taking a few hours to do all of my laundry helped, although I was disappointed when Caleb called later. One of his customers had an emergency issue, so he had to spend all Saturday evening and most of the day Sunday trying to repair a hole in the side of Mrs. Davis’s house. Caleb even sent me a picture, although I have no idea just how the damn hole got there. But by the time he was done clearing out the damaged portions, repairing the wall supports, and then putting in the new drywall and exterior paneling, it was already near sundown on Sunday. He wanted to meet me at the house to keep on working afterward, but I knew he needed his rest and told him to hit the sack.

I was excited when he texted me last night, telling me that he made a good amount of progress on the projects Oliver has him doing, and he could be at 614 Douglas on Tuesday, so I’m heading over tonight. In his text, he begged me not to grab pizza, so instead, I’ve got some homemade chicken sandwiches, fruit, and a bottle of wine. I took the time to change clothes, so I’m back in jeans, but I also freshened my makeup and made sure my ponytail looks good. Actually, the idea of wearing a ponytail around Caleb has not left my mind. The way he pulled it and talked dirty to me has left me wanting more. Maybe that’s why I brought the wine, and for damn sure, it’s why I’m wearing some sexy, nearly see-through panties under my jeans.

Walking up to the door, I kick at it since my hands are too full to knock. Nothing, so I kick again, a little hard to do in my tennis shoes. Huffing in frustration, I set the food down on the porch to dig out my keys.

I know Caleb is here. His truck is in the drive. The handsome idiot probably has his music on loud again. As I get the door open, I move the food to the floor in the entryway, closing and locking the door behind me. Music . . . loud rock music from the back of the house. I