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

you don’t mind helping some? I need to tape and prep that back bedroom I just drywalled. If I get it done tonight, it’ll be ready for paint before the weekend.”

I drain the last of my wine, licking my lips in appreciation and nodding. It feels good to help out. “I’ve never done it, but I can help if you’ll show me what to do.” Five minutes later, I find myself with a roll of tape in hand, tearing off sections and holding them up as Caleb uses a putty knife to apply some kind of joint compound to the drywall seams around the room. Honestly, he probably could’ve done it faster without my help, but it’s fun to do it together. I even get to sneak a couple of pieces on Caleb’s back, forming the beginning of a smiley face. “We make a good team, you know that?”

Caleb rolls his shoulders, making the tape ‘eyes’ look like they’re winking back and forth. “Yeah, well, you keep that up, and I’m going to be sending you to get a new roll of tape.”

I laugh, sticking an ‘eyebrow’ on and stepping back. “A few bucks. I’m not worried.”

“Hold the tape right here?” he asks, and I move under his arm, applying another piece while Caleb scrapes some putty into a spot. “That’s the last one, I think. We do make a good team. It’s been fun having you around more often than not. I usually work alone, only sometimes having day helpers for two-man jobs. I’ll say, you’re definitely the hottest helper I’ve ever had.”

I wrap my arms around his waist, biting my lip and grinning. “Yeah, well, I hope I’m the only helper you’ve been driving your hammer into.”

“For sure . . . Tony didn’t swing that way,” Caleb jokes, and I laugh. He pulls me closer, and we’re about to kiss when he pulls back, a sheepish look on his face. “I probably should’ve told you this sooner, but you’ve got little flakes of dry joint compound all in your hair from leaning underneath me.”

“Ew,” I reply. “What’s it look like?”

“Like you’ve got toothpaste in your hair,” Caleb says, trying to pick some out. He gives up after a few seconds, shaking his head. “Too much. Sorry, I got you all dirty.”

I reach down, cupping Caleb’s cock and purring in a sultry tone. “It’s all right. I like a nice hot shower at the end of the day. Your place or mine?”Caleb

I drive as fast as I safely can to Cassie’s apartment, ready to get cleaned up so we can get dirty all over again. Since the run in the woods and then the intense sex after the pancakes, I’ve been walking around in a constant state of arousal. Our little wooded adventure was such a powerful encounter, and then to be going at it again so quickly, I feel like I’ve overdosed on Cassie but I can’t help but want more. I’m addicted, and I think she is too. The whole time we were on the table, I could see it in her eyes that she wanted me completely, that there was nothing we couldn’t do in her mind. If it weren’t for the repair job, we would have spent the whole weekend renovating and fucking, I’m sure of it. She was so hot and naughty, and the power of commanding her was heady, but an accident with a pressure cooker meant I had to spend sixteen hours repairing the damage and a Sunday night doing my best to rest my aching body.

It’s been hard not jerking off, remembering how she came all over my hand while struggling to stay quiet. The only thing that saved me was the comfort of knowing that we’d have time like this soon, and that tonight, I’m going to give her more than she’s ever felt from me before.

She’s such a good naughty girl. Even as she’s closing the front door behind me, I’m already stripping in the foyer, partially because I don’t want to get her place dirty from my work clothes and partially because I need us both naked . . . now. My cock is already raging hard, and Cassie’s eyes go wide when she sees. “How can you even think with all the blood down there?”

“Right now, I’m only thinking of taking you to the shower and making you come all over my cock,” I growl, smacking her ass. “Hurry up before I decide the clothes don’t matter.” She quickly follows my suggestion, dropping her clothes next to mine, and I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise, and I give her ass a little smack. “Let’s get in, because I think I see some very dirty spots on you. I’ll have to take care to get you extra clean.”

Carrying Cassie through her apartment and to the bathroom, I set her down carefully, hopping in the shower behind her. I let her adjust the water to the temperature she likes before I turn her to face me, letting the shower run rivers through her hair as I smooth it, slicking it back from her forehead. I add shampoo, using my fingertips to massage circles on her scalp as she moans her approval. After a rinse, I repeat the massage with the conditioner. The whole time, my cock stands as a stiff prod between us, brushing occasionally against her stomach and sending a buzz through my body.

“Feels like you like washing me,” Cassie moans teasingly, wiggling her hips back and forth and making my cock rub against her more. “After Saturday, too, I can for sure get used to this. You’re so good with your hands.”

“You should’ve realized by now that I’m more than just a handyman,” I murmur. “Now turn around so I can wash your body.”

She bites her lip and nods, whether in agreement or because she likes the idea of being washed, I don’t know. She pushes her ass