“And we will move on from this, Luca, because it is just an argument. I don’t make threats to get my own way Luca, I don’t play with a man’s feelings for me. Ever.”
Never have I hated my name as much as I did then. To her, I was Spunk, and recently even honey, and I found that I liked that too. The way she was saying my name now, her tone so angry and pissed off. For some reason, it hurt and that made no fucking sense to me, because it was me doing all the hurting.
All I wanted to do was wind back the clock fifteen minutes, and that was all I needed. Go back just enough in our conversation and take back the stupid shit I said to her. Holding out my hand, I offered it to her, and thank God she didn’t push it aside. Lacing our fingers, I prayed I had the right words to explain myself.
“I panicked, baby. That is the only thing that makes sense for me to have said that. I fucking loved what you did in my office, it blew me away. It was all I could think about all day today, all night last night.” Pausing, I tried to gauge how open she was for me to keep going. Her face was still annoyed, her mouth still formed in a thin line, but the fire in her eyes was now just a glint of a spark.
Encouraged by this, I pushed my luck and pulled her closer until we were close enough I could feel the tips of her nipples on my chest.
“I never want to be the reason you hurt, Meadow, physical or otherwise. It freaked me, ashamed me that getting down on your knees like that caused the burns. Then I went and hurt you in the worst way imaginable.”
“You assumed something horrible about me, Luca. I can get over the bossiness, that doesn’t concern me as much as the fact you expect the worst of me,” Meadow rasped, her head tilted back to look me in the eyes. Her voice taking a softer tone, my name not sounding so much like a curse word now.
“I didn’t think when I said that, didn’t see how it could be seen that way,” I rushed to defend myself but in no way was l letting myself off the hook. That was for Meadow to decide.
A small smile replaced her frown, it wasn’t the hundred-watt smile that lit my heart on fire, but it was a start.
“I know, honey, and I do understand in a way.” My chest puffed out when she used the endearment. It was a sign that I had not screwed up irrevocably.
“You have led a life of protection and responsibility. But Spunk,” she sassed and winked at me like she read my mind and gave me what I needed to hear from her sweet lips, “you don’t have to protect anything but my heart. A little carpet burn is a-okay, I think of it like my own personal badge of honour. A reminder than I rocked my man’s world and blew his mind.” Meadow got up on her tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to my chin.
“I will endure skinned knees every day of the week if it means I get to see you lost in passion all because of me. The only thing you are responsible for is buying a soft rug for your office. Can you handle that, Spunk?”
Relief just about buckled my knees. Everything Meadow said about me was right; my father dying had conditioned me to take over his role in the family. I took his place because my mother and sisters needed me to, but Meadow didn’t need that from me. All she wanted and needed was … me. Getting my head around the fact this gorgeous creature was so capable was going to take some work on my part.
“I know I overreacted,” I volunteered sheepishly, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her gently to my chest, her cheek resting against my pec.
“Yeah, honey, just a little,” she giggled, then sighed and leaned deeper into me.
“Do you think we can start this night again?” I asked, fearful that I’d shot the mood of our first time before it really began. Her bare breasts pressing against me had my cock roaring for release, but he was going to have to wait. This bump in our relationship road was more important than him getting his satisfaction.
Meadow kissed my breast bone before pulling back and looking up at me. Our height difference, perfect for my liking. She wasn’t that short that I had to bend uncomfortably at the knees to kiss her, but she was short enough that I could cuddle her, tucking her head under my chin.
“I kind of like that we could do exactly that. An argument doesn’t have to kill the mood, it just means it makes it even more special after we work things out.” Clasping my cheeks in her small hands, Meadow leaned up and rubbed her nose to mine.
“Because we did work things out, Luca. This is how we get to know each other’s quirks and find out the other’s limits and boundaries.” Kissing me, Meadow showed me just how much she wanted us to work, just how much she didn’t ever want to leave me. We stood there, my arms around her, her hands holding my face and … just kissed. The relief that we survived our first fight poured through me, calming me down. Breaking the kiss only because I needed some air in my lungs, I picked Meadow up and into my arms, carrying her back to the bed.
“I can’t promise that I won’t get all alpha male on you baby, in fact, I know I won’t be able to control that.” Placing her on the carpet beside the bed, I went about removing my jeans, shoes and socks. My cock stiff, proud and ready between us.
“But, I will do everything in my power not to put that disappointed look on your face ever again.” Meadow remained quiet as I slipped her shorts down her legs, taking her tiny lace panties with them, pushing them down until they fell with a soft whoosh at her feet.
“All I ask, baby, is you tell me when you hurt when something is uncomfortable, so I don’t freak out like I just did.” Urging her to walk backwards, I took us both down to the bed, my large body covering hers from head to toe.
“I can do that,” Meadow answered me breathily, her arms around my shoulders, holding me as close as nature intended two lovers to get.
Looking deeply into her clear green eyes, I shimmied my hips to rest between her open legs. The tip of my cock touched Meadow’s wet, heated entrance, already I could feel precum gather at the tip of my cockhead, but still, he was going to have to wait because I was not done fixing my fuck up.
“I am falling hard for you, Meadow Lavender Tessler, harder than I have ever fallen before for a woman. It scares me, but it also excites me. I see a future for us, and this isn’t just a lay or a fun time. You aren’t a slight detour for me, baby. You are everything.”
By the time I finished opening my heart, giving Meadow my pure honesty, I thought my heart was about to burst out of my chest.
Meadow laid under me silent, saying nothing, but her eyes were shiny. One of her hands moved from my shoulders, slipped between our bodies and down until it wrapped around my ultra-stiff and pulsing cock, holding it to the heart of her.
“Make love to me, Luca, show me heaven.” Her words whispered and laced with desire, my undoing.
Taking over, I flexed my hips forward, entering Meadow with patience and a slowness I never knew I possessed. Warmth enveloped my cock as I pushed my long, thick length in until it bumped up against the deepest part of her pussy. Then, I held myself still, willing my impatient but now happy cock to not explode too fast so I could remember this moment. Mark it, burn it into my senses as the most amazing moment of my adult life.
“Perfection,” I breathed, dropping my mouth and taking her lips in a sensual kiss.
Our bodies started the dance of lovers, our rhythm in sync as I moved my hips back and forth, rocking against the sexiest woman in the world. I kept my eyes open, not to miss a single moan or the way she looked at me with pure desire, and Meadow did the same.
The only sounds were those of lovemaking, the best possible soundtrack as I learned what made Meadow whimper and what caused her eyes to widen in delight. Over and over, I pushed in and pulled out, feeling my climax build each time her pussy clamped my cock like a velvet-covered vice.
I fought the powerful need to hammer my cock into her, instead, I pushed my arms under her back and held her closer. Our naked and sweaty bodies were sticking together, our breathing turning from pants to gasping for air.
“Luca, I’m gonna, oh god, Luca!” Meadow whimpered, dragging her
nails up the length of my back to the back of my head.
“That’s it beautiful, show me how much you want this, want us.”
Every cell in my body begged me to release, the fight to hold off almost painful, but Meadow had to come first. I already knew what her cum tasted like on my tongue, and now my cock needed to know. A nagging voice in the deep recesses of my brain yelled at me to pull out, not to come inside her, that I wasn’t wearing a condom. And it shocked me that I didn’t give a shit; thankfully, Meadow seemed to understand my internal struggle because she smiled that perfect smile at me.
“Come inside me, I’m on the pill.”
I groaned loudly, my face falling into the crook of her neck.
“I’ve never before come inside a woman unprotected baby, that I can swear to you.” Raising my head, needing her to see the truth in my eyes, Meadow decided for me a second later as her orgasm flowed around my shaft, her heated cream sliding over me like a silk sheet. The moan of sheer delight coupled with her inner muscles clamping around me and the sensation of her orgasm warming pushed me over the edge to join her in that magical place. Thrusting forward, once then twice, my mouth dropped to Meadow’s just as my own climax spilled from my tip and into her.
A vibrating roar tore from my dry throat, and my dick filled her with every single drop of cum from my balls. The heavy sheen of sweat sticking me to Meadow prevented me from moving, but right at that moment, I could not have cared if I lost the ability to walk. I just experienced the most intense, the most heart-stopping climax imaginable.
“Luca?” Meadow whispered so softly, I had to turn my head so my ear was close to her mouth, so I could hear her.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I know I have fallen, and I know you are my everything.” Her whispered declaration all that was needed for my cock to twitch back to life.
Since the death of my father, and coming back to my home town to first finish university then taking over my dad’s business while looking after my family was all life had in store for me. Content but not happy, busy but not complete, I accepted that was my lot in life.
Ten years later, and a much needed session at the pub, life gave me my purpose.
Meadow.
“I’m never letting you go, Meadow,” I vowed.
“You better not.” Her reply so typical and sassy, yet it meant more to me than if she told me she loved me.
She did, I was certain of that. The words would be nice, but I was a patient man.
A man who had finally found his purpose. Those three words would just be the icing on my perfect cake.
“Meadow, pass me the Twisties, will ya?” Brecken asked, holding one hand out to me while keeping the other one on the steering wheel.
“Ah, ah, buddy. Concentrate on driving, and you can eat when we get back to the shop.”
“Meadow, I’m hungry, and I am doing you a favour when I had other plans today.”
Rolling my eyes, I glared at my brother. “A favour! You are charging me by the kilometre! And what plan involves sitting on the couch playing stupid computer games and making Mum run out for KFC and Maccas?” I scoffed, throwing the packet of chips down on the truck’s floorboards.
Looking around the cab of the truck, I found myself bored out of my brain. Usually, my monthly trips to Castlemaine to the antique auction gave me all the feels. Anticipation during the drive up, thinking about the cool stuff that will be there. Then the excitement on the trip home, imagining what I was going to do with all my new purchases—deciding which piece to customise, which ones to sell as-is. Normally I loved it, but not today and not this trip.
Of course, I blamed Luca. If I wasn’t so damn in love with him, then being away from him for five hours would not be so hard.
My god, I was so gone over him. Four weeks had passed since our night of firsts, getting into an argument then making love for the first time. Since then, it has been smooth sailing for us. Luca still showed his bossy side from time to time, which I allowed but overlooked. Sometimes I liked it, and sometimes it caused arguments, not big ones but heated enough to have make-up sex afterwards. And the sex! Be still my throbbing pussy, Luca worked my body night after night, I didn’t exactly lack in that department either. He particularly liked it when I straddled his face backwards–the classic sixty-nine position our all-time favourite form of foreplay. His bed was better for that, while my kitchen counter was ideal for bending over and Luca pounding into me from behind.
We naturally fell into a routine of alternating between his and mine, depending on the day, what was happening the next day, and of course, his dinners with his mother and sisters.
I thought after more than a month, I would have been formally introduced to Luca’s family by now, I knew Kayla a little. On my first visit to Luca’s office, our introduction had been brief when I arrived, then Luca whisked me out the back entrance bypassing the reception area. At the time, I had not given a shit, not with puffy lips from sucking his cock and hair mussed up from his fingers. I really wanted to get to know his four sisters better, especially Kayla, mainly because at our first meeting, she knew what was going to happen in her brother’s office. Luca, though, was dragging his feet, making excuses, claiming his mother wasn’t feeling good, but I knew he was lying and that both pissed and terrified me.
Pissed because I was kinda insulted that he had yet to show me off to the most important people in his life; that then brought on my anxiety, which led me to imagine he could be ashamed of me. And that made me pissed off further.
“Breck, when did you meet Tash’s parents for the first time?” I asked my brother.
“Officially or accidentally?”
“There are options?” Confused, l stared at Brecken and waited for him to explain.
“Sure, the first time I saw her dad, I was in the middle of climbing out of her bedroom window at four a.m., which didn’t encourage friendly conversation.”
Gaping at my idiot brother, I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out. “Only you, Breck, only you. And officially?”
“I don’t know for sure, but it was about two weeks in I reckon. Her old man still hates my guts, but I don’t give a toss, as long as Tash loves me, that is all that matters to me.”
Sometimes, only sometimes, my brother surprised me with his sweetness. His girl Tash, my whole family liked her a lot. She was young, just nineteen, but she had a good head on her shoulders going to uni and, of course, putting up with Brecken, a girl had to have some courage and tenacity about her.
“How long have you been with Tash now?”
“Six months. The girl deserves a medal if you ask me.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I laughed. “We all think that too, trust me.”
Breck slapped me on the arm, but I barely felt it. One thing about the Tessler men, they never hit women in play or anger. My sister and I, as kids, tried to rip each other’s hair out when going to battle, but Breck would just sit still and let us have at him. He endured girlie punches, nail scratches and high-pitched screams. Not once did he fight back because he loved us, and Dad would have had his balls on a platter if he did.
“So why all the questions, doesn’t Luca’s mother like you?
“I don’t know I haven’t met her,” I admitted quietly.
“Fucking what!” Breck shouted loudly. “Why the hell not?”
“I guess you would have to ask Luca that, but I guess what I want to know is this normal or totally bizarre.”
“It’s fucked up is what it is, sissy. I mean, Luca is at our place all the time. Lennie likes him enough to take him in Charlene and Trish fawns all over him like he is Thor. Even though Tash’s dad wants my dick on a stake, he talks to me when I am there because I am important to his daughter.”
I was in the twilight zone, officially. A universe that existed where Brecken was making sense and sounding … adult.
“I am important to Luca, and I know that, I just don’t know why I’m still waiting to meet his family,” I
defensively replied, because I wasn’t all that sure about it now. If Brecken thought it was suss that Luca hadn’t yet to shown me off, then it had to be true, right? Could he be ashamed of me, so much that he couldn’t bring himself to introduce us? Was I just a fling, something to pass the time until he found someone more acceptable? The questions were no sooner thought of than rejected by my heart immediately. No way was Luca feigning his reaction to me, and no way did he not feel our connection as deeply as I did. I refused to believe that our nights together were faked, the passion not real. We spent so much time together outside of the bedroom, too, going on day trips, strolling hand in hand around second-hand markets. He even took me down to Warrnambool to show me his bridge project. We stayed in a B&B that weekend, two days of swimming, sightseeing and making love. If I was just a good time to him and nothing more, his acting game was superb.
“You know, Meadow, did you ever stop to think that it’s his family he is keeping from you and not the other way around?” Breck surmised, his question piquing my interest.
“What?”
“Yeah, I mean Luca isn’t acting when he looks at you with gooey eyes, and have you noticed he doesn’t stop touching you despite the dagger glares Lennie throws him. Not all men pretend sissy, Luca is the real deal, so maybe he hasn’t introduced you because his family is more whacked than ours.” Brecken tapped the end of his nose with his finger and winked at me. What he was saying made perfect sense, and the few times I came into contact with Kayla, I got the impression she thought herself too good for me. I also got a vibe that she resented my very presence in her brother’s life. Could Brecken be right? Again!
Shaking my head, I let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t know, Breck, maybe you are right. Maybe I’m just being a girlie girl and thinking the worst when there isn’t anything there.” Turning to look back to the road ahead, I ignored Brecken’s roar of laughter and watched the scenery in front of me.
“Ya think? Between you and Spring overthinking your men and their imaginary intentions, Trish and her desire in suddenly wanting to get her boobs done, I thank the Lord that Tash is normal because I don’t think I can handle four crazy—”
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