Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love

wearing it. The plunging V neckline and shimmery, rose gold fabric and the length left little to the imagination what was underneath, or at least that was how it felt to me. My only saving grace was seeing that most of the women in the pub were dressed up much like me, the live band giving the excuse to swap out the jeans and crop tops for something with a little more oomph.
Taking my drink, I slowly made my way to where spunk rat was. Normally, I didn’t go for men with shaved heads, but this guy … was definitely changing my mind. My whole body had come alive, the year of sexual slumber now well and truly wide awake.

I clocked the stunning blonde the minute she entered the bar, walking behind another girl who ended up being Ace’s date tonight. Both women were beautiful, but it was the stunner in the gold dress that pulled me. Add to that her long, toned, tanned legs and stiletto heels with straps wrapping halfway up her shapely calves. The dress she wore was something off a runway, which usually only a model could pull off, but she could, and was doing a fucking good job of it. Long, blonde hair like spun silver bounced down her back in thick, soft curls. Long enough for me to grab hold of while taking her from behind—a fist or an elbow hit me fair in the ribs, knocking me out of my erotic thoughts and knocking the air out of my lungs.
“What the fuck?” Glaring up at Ace, about to knock his lights out for hitting me, when a soft feminine giggle stopped me.
“Now that you are back from wherever your mind went,” Ace drawled, “I was introducing you to Spring’s sister, not that you heard a word.”
Standing straight, I looked away from Ace and came face to face with the stunner. Up close, I could see the silver shimmer of her hair much better, and having sisters myself, I unfortunately knew a little about dying hair, and this was no bottle job. The colour was natural, just like the rest of her beauty. Green eyes that were so green they reminded me of freshly cut grass after a rain shower, perfectly pouty, pink lips and a smile that would bring any man made of flesh to his knees.
Perfection.
Beautiful.
Mine.
Those three words swirled around my brain as I just stood still and stared at her. I couldn’t help it, never in my whole life had any woman captivated me so totally, with so much impact from just a look.
Clearing my throat, I held out my hand. “Hey, I’m Luca.”
“Hey back, spunk rat, I’m Meadow.” Her small hand slipped into mine and my world spun. Electric currents shot up my arm, sending sparks to my dick.
What the fuck is happening?
It took a minute of silent drooling and tunnel vision just for this woman, for my brain to come back online to realise what Meadow called me.
Not letting go of her hand, I gave her my best sexy smirk.
“Spunk rat?”
To my left, Spring laughed. “You should know my sister doesn’t mince her words, Luca. She speaks her mind and doesn’t hide what she wants to say. It’s a blessing and a curse, much like her clumsy and bad decision making.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I mused, smoothing my thumb over the soft skin in my hand, “Nothing I see can be seen as a curse unless you call beauty a curse.”
The cheesy line just popped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Not one for pick-up lines, cheesy or not, I was shocked at how this woman was affecting me. And how fast.
“Very good line there, spunk rat, you try that out often?” Meadow asked with one perfectly shaped raised eyebrow.
“Um, to be honest, never. It shows, hey?”
Bringing her free hand up, she brought her thumb and index finger together. “Just a little.”
“So …” turning to look at the pool table, I motioned to it, “wanna play a game of snooker?”
Meadow shook her head, her long, blonde curls bouncing enticingly over her cleavage, almost drying out my tongue.
“Actually, seeing as though you still have hold of my hand, how about we hit the dance floor. Leave the sports to Spring and her honey pot.”
This woman was something else. Laughing at her silly names, I motioned towards the dance floor on the other side of the bar where the 80s cover band was busy belting out a decent rendition of a Cold Chisel song. Our fingers were still entwined as Meadow lead me to a spot where there weren’t too many bodies to bump into, which was a good thing because I did not like the thought of another man anywhere near my blonde stunner.
Five minutes in this woman’s presence and I was acting like a desperate twat.
Meadow stopped and turned around to face me, I mourned the loss of the view of her phenomenal arse and shapely back but decided that the front view was just as spectacular.
“Come here,” I ordered, wrapping a hand around Meadow’s hip, pulling her flush against me.
“The song isn’t exactly for slow dancing, spunk rat,” Meadow sassed but still she wound one arm around my neck and the other around my bicep.
“I only know one way to dance, baby, and that is slow and close.” Running my fingers down the bare skin of her arm touching me, I closed my eyes and revelled in the trail of goosebumps forming in their wake.
Meadow smiled up at me, her smile confident and sure. I didn’t see pretence, or shyness just a woman who knew how to be herself and not hide behind what she thought the man wanted from her.
“What are you thinking right now, right at this moment?” Meadow asked me, genuine interest etched on her face.
Genuine. That quality in a woman I found very refreshing for a change.
Deciding to go with honesty, I leaned down to