Initiate Me(14)

My breathing came fast, as I imagined the feel of him moving in and out of me, his skin slick against mine, the sheer size of him...Oh, God.

I came so hard my eyes flew open at the strength of my orgasm. With a groan, I sagged against the wall. Shit, I couldn’t believe I’d just had the most amazing orgasm while thinking about having sex with Zane Mitchell.

Shit! I groaned. If I was going to be fantasizing about him like that, I was in serious trouble.

***

ZANE

I tossed and turned all night, her words haunting me.

When I am ready?

I couldn’t get those words out of my head. She had no idea how ready I was for her. My dick had been ready for her from when she was sixteen. When Mia walked back into the after-party, I stared at her, not knowing whether to chase after her sexy arse or simply let her go.

I let her go.

I couldn’t believe after all these years, she propositioned me. Fuck, I had a hard-on the size of a pool noodle. I had a warm, willing woman ready to help me ease the pain and what did I do? I let her walk away.

I could tell she was hurt by my rejection, but I was positive it was the wine talking because in the past, Mia hardly ever said two words to me. Damn, she confused the shit out of me. I was going insane and I had to face her again at Max and Jada’s farewell lunch before they left for their honeymoon to Paris.

Mia’s family were always having some sort of celebration. Over the previous four weeks, it seemed I’d been spending every Sunday at the Brunetti mansion for some celebration or another. But this time, seeing as I was best man, I offered to host the farewell at my newly acquired pub, The Barossa Barrels. The minute I saw the run-down pub for sale in the town of Angaston, which was on the eastern side of the Barossa, I immediately made a bid for it.

After retiring from the force, I needed something to invest my money in. Sure, Max and Marco had made me a silent partner in the Brunetti chain of hotels, but I wanted something of my own. The Barossa Farmers Markets were held in the main street every Saturday which created a real buzz in the area and drew people into the pub for lunch. So far, my little investment was paying off.

I barely recalled driving home the night before. All I remembered was waking up with a massive headache and a bottle of empty scotch by my bedside table. Luckily for me, I lived above the pub and didn’t have to go far.

After showering and changing, I headed downstairs to see if everything was ready for the farewell drinks. Fuck knew why we couldn’t have just farewelled them the previous night at the wedding or after-party. That would have suited me fine.

As I entered the main bar, I noticed Marco was already there taking a long draw on his beer. He placed the bottle down carefully on the counter before turning his attention back to his date who was playing pool with a bunch of young guys.

Damn, is she the same date he had last night or a different woman? I could never keep up with his dates. This guy was unbelievable; he had women falling at his feet, whereas my sex life had turned sour the moment I caught my ex-fiancée going at it with another man, in my bedroom. Stupid bitch.

Marco called out to me with a cocky grin on his face, “Not bad for a tired old man,” he said, twirling his beer around as he waited for his turn to play pool. “You’ve really turned this pub around, buddy. It got rave reviews in the local paper.”

“Well, I thought you’d be too distracted with all your female entertainment lately to even notice,” I teased him.

“Yeah, man, I’m just living ‘la vida loca’ and loving it,” Marco announced. “Why, are you jealous?”

I grinned. “Yeah, Marco, I am real jealous of the various floozies you keep dating. It’s a wonder you haven’t given your mother a coronary yet.”

“Hey, come on, give me some credit. I stick to the Brunetti rules. I never bring a woman home to the mansion; only to events and functions. I respect my parents’ wishes for that.” Marco sounded sincere. “I know my father only wants me to bring a woman home if I am sure I am going to marry her. That goes for all of us. Max did it and Mia and Miccah know the drill, too.”

“Well, aren’t you the golden boy, Marco.”

He snorted and pulled a face at me, snatching the pool cue from his date. “Watch the master at work. Six ball, right-side pocket.” He lined up the shot, sinking the ball in one smooth, easy motion. Handing the cue back, he returned to his beer.

I wasn’t going to let Marco know how tired I really was or the reason for it. Sleep had evaded me the previous night. I tossed and turned, hard and aching all night long with no easy solution to my problem.

“So, are you enjoying living upstairs, Zane?” Marco kicked his legs freely as he sat on a stool waiting for one of the younger guys to take a shot.