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

“She does do that a lot, doesn’t she?” I laughed along with her, snuggling deeper in against Meadow.

“Well, you did warn me, I guess. The bigger issue is how do we move forward with our relationship?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, they obviously hate me, Luca,” Meadow sighed, “they may take some time to accept us if they ever do. I can see now why it took you so long to get us in the same room. While it hurt me a lot at first, I do understand your reluctance, but we have to work something out, honey, because I am not going anywhere. They need to understand and get that; otherwise, Trish is going to unleash unholy hell on the Donatella women.”

I pretended to shudder at the thought of Trish and my mum in the same room, then mentally added Lennie to the mix, and just like that, I was smiling again.

“How about we take this one day at a time,” I suggested, kissing her forehead. “If Mum doesn’t accept us, then she doesn’t. Whatever the outcome she chooses, it doesn’t change us, who we are to each other, or our love for each other. Okay, baby?”

“Okay, honey,” Meadow agreed, trailing a hand down my chest. “You know this couch is quite large.”

“Hmmm, it is yes.”

“Big enough for me to be on top and ride you, so you don’t have to worry about my arm?”

“Yesssss,” I hissed when her small hand found its way inside my jocks, grabbing hold of my thick shaft and pumping it slowly twice, her thumb running over my cockhead, smearing the precum over the tip.

“Big enough for you to straddle my chest and feed me this giant cock until you are balls deep in my mouth?”

Groaning deep in my throat, I could only nod as waves of desire seared every nerve in my body.

“I reckon so, yeah.” Oh God, please don’t let me come just yet.

“How about we start with your mouth sucking my nipples, then we—”

My mouth descended on hers, cutting off the last of her dirty suggestion, which I was totally going to do.

“Watch your arm, baby.” Reaching under the blanket, I helped her move it over to the back of the couch, letting it rest in the up position against it.

“I’m happy to see you have a button-up shirt on, mine?” I asked, slipping the buttons through the holes, spreading it apart to reveal her gorgeous tits.

“You know it’s yours, I can’t seem to sleep in my bed without you or your smell. That is why I am out here wearing your shirt,” Meadow rasped her nipples already hard peaks just from me removing the garment.

“Good to know.” Leaning forward, I took one pebbled bud between my teeth and bit down gently.

“Why is me not being able to sleep with you good news?” Her arm dropped from the couch, her hand grabbed the back of my head, holding me firmly in place.

“Meadow, arm!” I growled around my tasty morsel.

“Shut up about my arm and make me come just by sucking my nipples,” she demanded breathily, losing control with each bite from my teeth and soothing lap of my tongue.

“It’s good to know because …” Changing to the other breast, I did the same to the other nipple, getting more of the same response. “… when it comes time to convince you to move in with me, you might not give me a hard time and just say yes.”

Meadow stilled, her gasp laced with what I wanted to call hope, but I knew better than to predict anything with respect to my stubborn, independent girlfriend.

Her hand tightened around my neck, prompting me to look at her face. A smile gracing her gorgeous mouth. “First, we get your mum to stand the sight of me, tattoos and all, and then we talk about shacking up, Spunk.”

My pulse tripled, my heart soared. For the first time since this morning, I felt that everything was going to work out. Meadow being the reason for it all.

“How about first, I make love to the love of my life, then we tackle the rest.”

Meadow’s mouth covered mine in a kiss that burned me clear down to the soles of my feet.

“So mushy,” she panted, writhing against my hard cock.

“Only for you, baby.” Then the talking stopped and the loving took over.

Sitting on the back deck overlooking Luca’s backyard, I hugged a steaming cup of hot tea in between my hands, staring over the rim at the landscaped yard. It was a month to the day since my accident and a month and one day since Luca predicted and promised everything would be okay. Despite his and my hard efforts to accept me as part of Luca’s life, that had not come to fruition. The situation with Mrs Donatella and I had morphed into a full-blown turf war—Luca being the turf.

His mother refused to accept me, and as a consequence, her selfish and stubborn refusal was driving a wedge between Luca and myself. Each day brought a new problem, some big and some small, but each one caused the rift to widen, sending Luca and me further and further apart. As much as I fought, the cracks in our relationship reared their ugly heads, and I was doing everything in my power to hold on.

Today we were hosting a family barbeque, a traditional Aussie backyard party. Well, traditional save for the professional caters setting up in the yard, with their fancy tablecloths, padded seat cushions, and even a classical gazebo made by Luca and his crew last weekend.

Not a barbeque in sight, I thought sadly. Instead, a portable pig spit was hired, coming with a chef and a chef’s assistant. Luca caved to his mother’s demands when she nearly fainted after I told her my father would be manning the grill. Irena did not like Lennie any more than she did Trish; she thought them uncouth and without decorum. She expressed