Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

snapping me out of my reverie.
    “Yes, sorry, Ronan, I was just thinking.” My thumb rubs over my scratchy stubble.
    Brunette. Brunette .
    Memoria. Memories .
    Abbandono. Abandonment .
    “You look like you are in real pain. Do you want me to call upstairs to the clinic and get you an appointment with the brunette?”
    Brunette!
    I forgot all about my back pain for a moment. I was too busy thinking about my heart and my dick. It has been a while since they were looked after properly, since I felt loved or had a good piece of ass.
    “No, it is okay.”
    “Pity. I desperately want to get to know this beautiful broad that everyone’s talking about. Let me know how you get on,” he jokes. I will give the prick fooling around; he has a fucking job to do.
    Now that I think about it, it has been a while since I had any piece of ass. I work too hard and do not play enough anymore. Maybe I should hook up with an old acquaintance in Tuscany on my trip. That is exactly what I need: a quick, mindless distraction. Works every time.
    I cannot remember the last time I had a good fuck. No strings attached … good fuck … good times … good night … back to work. Everybody is happy. Fuck it! I must be losing my edge.
    My New Year’s resolution was to find a nice girl and settle down this year. I am not getting any younger, and shit if my papa does not keep reminding me. I just do not have the time to meet a nice girl, so quick fuck from an old friend will have to do. Until I have time or meet the right person.
    It is not as if I do not have many offers. Women seem to throw themselves at me, and while that was amazing when I was younger and getting over Jasmine, Fran, and my son dying, I do not find it appealing anymore. I envy what my parents, grandparents, and brothers have. That all-consuming love. It is something I have yet to experience.
    Fuck … I am turning into an old man, thinking crazy shit like that.
    The types of women who throw themselves at me are normally desperate. Many of them are desperate for my money or just plain whores. Not all, but some. A few of my no-strings-attached affairs are actually friends who wanted more … who wanted me and a serious relationship I would never commit to.
    My brothers, Savio and Armando, cannot seem to comprehend how I can sleep with women, break their hearts, and still be friends with them afterwards. I do not see it like that. Sure, there have been a few cling-ons in the past … but no one that I have ended or parted ways with on bad terms.
    I am always honest and put my cards on the table. I never give them hope or any slight notion that they will ever get a piece of my heart. I did not even promise that to Jasmine after our one nice night.
    Hey, I am a sensitive man … my heart needs to be protected.
    I think it is respectable and mature to be able to continue a mutual friendship or relationship with someone I have slept with. It is only sex. It is not as if I remember or feel anything afterwards, so there is no reason for me to phase out friends who I have been with. They are only ever going to be friends, and the sex … is always inconsequential. Well, it is to me, unfortunately sometimes not to them.
    There have been many encounters I have experienced which I am not proud to admit. I have found myself in bed with some piece of ass after a night of alcohol. Faces I will never remember. Drunken, mindless sex, which is good for a brief amount of time, but gives me nightmares the next day and makes me feel like a complete fucking asshole.
    Which actually reminds me to give Ronan a stealth warning not to get involved with this chick upstairs. It is not professional and he better not get any ideas … not in my club.
    “Well, do not do anything foolish. You have a reputation to uphold here and an example to set and a lovely wife at home. Keep your dick in your trousers,” I gently warn him, patting his shoulder.
    “Relax, Lucca, she is out of bounds, or I think she is.