Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love by Leah Sharelle (fantasy novels to read .txt) 📕

a deck at the end over his dam. Reckon you could suggest some pointers for a group of novice tradies?”

“Any time Lennie, in the early days, that was my dad’s main source of jobs. Whenever you are ready, just shout out, and I will be more than happy to help with the planning and the building. My mate and partner, Ace, won’t mind helping out too and more so if there is beer involved.”

From the other side of the room, Spring huffed out a laugh. “Ace would run down the main street for a beer, let’s face it, Luca.” Her mouth was twisted in a smirk, but I could see the softness in her eyes as she talked about her boyfriend. Thankfully, Ace stepped up and asked Spring to give him another chance. Personally, I applauded his grovelling attempts, even coming around to see my dad and apologise to him for hurting his daughter. It showed respect for Spring and real balls because Lennie was tenacious when it came to his girls—hurting our feelings a first-class hard no in Lennie’s book.

“That boy is on probation as far as I am concerned, so he buys his own fucking beer,” Lennie growled deep. “Until I decide he can drink mine.”

“Lennie, you are so hot and sexy when you get all growly, tonight you and I are sleeping in Charlene’s sleeper cabin,” my mother crooned, getting the same reaction she always got from her children with her inappropriate over shares.

“Good Lord, Trish.”

“Must you?”

“Give me a break for the love of God.”

All three complaints came at once from Spring, Brecken and me.

“Trish, I am trying to keep Luca, not give him a chance to bolt,” I huffed good naturally, not meaning to sound nasty more flip. I gave up being embarrassed by my parents’ behaviour long ago, but this was Luca’s first time in the crazy loony bin, and I didn’t want him overwhelmed too quickly.

“Oh, get over it Meadow, you should be so lucky as us after you have been married for twenty-five years.” Trish slapped me on the leg before turning to look at Luca.

“Spice in a marriage is the key to longevity. Sex in the cabin of a truck, or out the backyard in the hammock, those and more are the reasons Lennie has been so lucky all these years.” Turning back to my dad, Trish gave him a sweet smile. “Isn’t that right, Stud?”

“Fucking oath, gorgeous. Humiliating the kids in the process is just an added bonus to our happiness,” Dad agreed.

“Well, I am definitely not running,” Luca announced, leaning over to take my hand, “I’m running to her, but not going to run away from her.” His eyes were boring into mine as he spoke, and in those deep blue eyes, I saw nothing but honesty and sincerity.

Lifting my plate off my lap, I hastily shoved it in my mother’s direction and jumped off the beanbag, throwing myself down into Luca’s crossed legs. Awkwardly, avoiding his own plate, I wound my arms around his neck and pulled his face down for a kiss.

“You are so sweet; I am definitely keeping you,” I mumbled against his lips, the taste of spicy barbeque sauce mingling with the beer Dad gave him and Luca’s own unique taste.

“There was no other choice for you, baby,” Luca countered, nipping at my bottom lip. The grumbling from Brecken and Spring was not lost on me; I just chose to ignore it as I continued to kiss Luca in a parent watching friendly way.

“Alright boy, I already like you more than Ace, don’t go messing shit up for yourself by mauling my daughter in front of me,” Lennie warned, making me laugh, and Luca tense slightly and end our kiss.

Grinning at my man, I pressed my cheek to his but heeded my father’s light warning and pulled back on the PDAs. Inside I was brimming with encouragement and hope for our future and happiness, so much happiness. Our immediate connection scared me at first, so much so I couldn’t help questioning what we were and what was happening between us. Now I was fully in and looking forward to every day I could get with him.

“Baby? Hey, baby, where is your head at?” Luca asked, pulling me out of my head and back to where my mind should be.

“Sorry, babe, I was daydreaming.” Running a hand over his closely buzzed head, I heard a dinging sound coming faintly from Luca.

“My phone. Can you grab it out of my back pocket for me please, baby?”

“Yep, hang on a sec.” Unwrapping an arm from his neck, I reach around his wide frame and dug a hand into his jeans pocket, taking a second to cop a feel of his tight derriere and receiving a low growl and squeeze, then lifted the phone out and handed the vibrating device to him.

“There ya go, Spunk.”

“Minx,” he clipped, peaking my lips before sliding open his phone and put it to his ear.

“You did well, Meadow Lavender,” Mum congratulated me in a hushed tone as not to be heard by whoever was talking to Luca. By the sounds of his grunts and the way his body was tensing under me, I had a feeling this was not a good sign for my plans of giving him a blow job.

Damn it.

“Thanks, Trishy, he is quite a spunk rat, isn’t he?” I whispered over my shoulder to her, earning another hip squeeze.

“Very dishy, and I do like the whole bald thing he has going on. But for the wedding photos, he should grow it back.”

“Trish!”

“Mum!”

Spring and I yelled at the same time, and this time Luca not only squeezed me, he nearly choked on his own spit halfway through talking business on the phone.

“Run, dude, run before you get too deep,” Brecken chimed in, his mouth full of macerated pizza.

“Brecken! Not helpful,” I admonished, but not worried. Luca was my one, and I was his. I was as sure of our future as I