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

early morning sunlight streaming through the window. Yeah, now I know for sure that I'd have back problems in two seconds sleeping on this shitty bed. I look around groggily, hearing a faint hum from the tiny bathroom. Brianna must be in the shower, and I’m tempted to join her.

I yawn and stretch, scratching my stomach as I look down at my cock, which is more than happy at the idea of a morning shower with her. I’m about to get up and give Brianna a surprise when my cell goes off on the nightstand. I have the urge to ignore it, but I know better.

“Yeah?” I say when I pick up, not caring who’s on the other end.

“Gavin, where are you?” Miranda growls. Well, good fucking morning to you too, Miranda.

“I’m right where I want to be,” I say before I can stop myself. At least I don’t tell her who I’m with.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Jim is going nuts over here!” In the background, I can hear yelling, and someone else goes running by, obviously trying to do something in the middle of the chaos to calm Jim down. “You knew this was the last day of filming! Today’s the big scene!”

Oh, shit. I just remembered. They might have delayed it, but I’m supposed to film my bedroom scene with Leslie today, and there’s another action scene.

“Fuck, forgot. I'm sorry.”

“I need you here. Like, ten minutes ago!”

The line goes dead, and I stare at my phone for a second. “Damn.”

She hung up on me. That’s never happened to me before. Running my hand through my hair, I set my phone aside and get out of bed. I can hear Brianna humming cheerfully in the bathroom, some little pop tune that’s been popular recently. Today was supposed to be her day off. We could’ve spent a lot of time together. We’d even said something about it when we went out to get some drive-through burgers. She’s gonna be pissed. I completely forgot about everything else.

I hurry and get dressed. I’m gonna go there smelling like dust in day-old clothes that are slightly wrinkled, but it can’t be helped.

I go over to the bathroom door to tell Brianna I’m going, but it’s locked. I don’t get why she locked it, but maybe it was out of habit.

I look around and find a pen on her nightstand, and inside the pocket of my pants is a piece of paper. I smooth it out and scribble down a note.

Brianna,

Thanks for the night of fun. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. I’ve gotta run. I completely forgot that it’s my last day of filming. Miranda’s up my ass and Jim’s apparently going nuts over there.

I’ve left a little surprise for you so you can enjoy your day off. Have some fun. You deserve it.

-G

I reach into my pocket and pull out a clip of cash I keep with me and place it on top of the note. I don’t know how much it is. I don’t even count it, but I want to spoil her.

After I put the money under the note, I go over to the bathroom. Brianna’s still humming softly to herself, barely audible over the shower, and I kiss my hand, putting it on the rickety wood before I quietly walk out.Brianna

The warm water rolls over me as I hum gently in the shower. This is my second shower since last night. I took one right after we had sex to help clean up, but I need another one now.

I can’t stop thinking about last night.

I’m aching all over, but it’s a good kind of hurt. A hurt that makes me want more. Even now, sitting in the shower with the water running over me, I wonder if he’ll come in and take me again in the shower. Any hole he wants. Even now, my body is heating up and my nipples tighten as I think of the way the water would look running over his chiseled body.

My pussy pulses at the image as I turn and let the water hit me. I lower my head, panting, trying to resist the urge to reach down and rub myself.

Simply put, Gavin was amazing. He was everything that I could have ever imagined. He made this shitty apartment feel like a palace, and I was a princess with a naughty streak that he brings out. He was gentle, but then when I was ready, rough enough to make me feel wanton, ridden . . . taken and claimed.

I use up all of my hot water, rinsing myself before I step out. I dry myself off using another one of the luxuries I got from the hotel, a room towel that’s been frayed on one corner and was ready for the garbage bin before I saved it, rubbing my skin until I’m pink and dry. Humming softly, my heart starts racing in anticipation. I imagine Gavin is awake now, waiting for me in my bed with a dreamy smile on his face. And maybe he has a way to help me with my still aching body and the voracious need that seems to be inside me when he’s around.

I have a glow about myself when I step out into my bedroom, my towel wrapped around my chest loosely to see if I can entice him into one more round.

“Good morning, Mr. Movie Star . . .”

I freeze. The bed is empty. Gavin is gone.

My heart skips a beat and I take a breath. It’s not like I have to search. I can turn around and see the entire bedroom. “Gavin?” I call, making sure he hasn’t gotten up and gone to the kitchen. “Gavin, are you here?”

There’s no response, and a crushing weight settles on my chest. If he were here, he’d answer me. My apartment is tiny as fuck. You can probably throw a paper airplane from one side to the other.

“Why the hell didn’t