Initiate Me(80)

Three months later

MIA

I loved our family Sunday lunches. My parents had a few of their friends over catching up. Jada's parents were there; Janet and Michael Sinclair had been friends with my parents for over thirty-eight years and they tried to make it to a Brunetti Sunday lunch at least once a month.

I spied my mother and Janet taping down tablecloths on the long picnic tables, and I headed over in that direction. “Need help?”

“No, honey, you go and relax with the others. I'm sure Jada could use some company. She needs to rest and remain calm if these eggs are going to take this time around. As soon as Zane's parents arrive, we can start bringing out the food," my mother said innocently.

"You invited Zane's parents? Oh, my God, why?” I was so not ready to meet them.

"Well, you and Zane are engaged, right? It only seemed appropriate to ask them to come." She eyed me, trying to gauge my reaction. "That's okay, isn't it? I didn't think I needed to ask your permission, sweetie."

“Oh, no, it's all good. I'm just nervous that's all; you know, ‘meet the parents’ type of thing." Shit, I knew Zane's parents were visiting for the weekend but he'd never asked me to meet them.

"Mia, you've got nothing to worry about. They'll love you..."

My mother's smile died when she looked at Janet, who’d gone absolutely still.

“Ma? What’s wrong?”

She took off like a bat out of Hell and ran across the yard.

All conversation everywhere ended abruptly.

A lone figure limped down the driveway, the duffel bag in his hand dropping to the dirt as my mother launched herself at him. He spun her around and she was sobbing so loudly, everyone heard her.

Jada gasped softly from behind me. "Oh, my God. Mic is here."

My father hurried past me and I trembled from the shock, covering my mouth with my hand.

“That’s Mic, as in Miccah?” Winter asked no one in particular.

“Yes, that’s Miccah Brunetti. Pep and Rosa's son who’s been serving in the military, until he got injured,” Milan answered. "He's so sweet, yet so hot. I've always had a soft spot for Mic."

“So, no one knew he was coming?” Winter prodded.

"No, we had no idea. Oh, God, I can't believe he's here," I said finding my voice. But I still didn't move. I remained frozen as I watched Max and Marco hustle by. As soon as they finished their private reunion  , I rushed forward to meet my youngest brother, tears streaming down my face.

"Hey, brat, you miss me?"

***

ZANE

“Hey, angel, I think we need to celebrate in our own special way, seeing as Miccah is back home in the Barossa. What do you say?” I asked her as we were about to head off to bed.

“It all depends on what kind of celebration you had in mind. I am not drinking; my stomach doesn’t feel right after all that food today. And I didn’t even eat that much!”

“Nope, not what I had in mind at all.” I eyed the pool table and her eyes shone. “It seems we have some unfinished business, angel.”

Mia smiled and walked toward the front door of the pub, ensuring it was locked. “The pub is officially closed for the night, right?” She walked toward me and stripped off her clothes layer by layer. By the time she reached me, she was only clad in her bra and G-string. Damn, she had a smoking body and she looked hot as Hell standing there in her red lace bra and thong. I picked her up and made my way over to the pool table.

“Kick your heels off, sweetheart, and spread your legs,” I told her as I balanced her on the edge of the table. “I want to see that sweet pussy of yours. This is my show, remember? Do as I say and there won’t be any penalties.”

“But—”

“Nah...ah...ah. Stick to my rules, angel. No talking. I want you to show me how you make yourself come.”

Her mouth opened to protest and she remembered the no-talking rule. “It’s good to see you’re learning. I want you to move your fingers down to that juicy, pink pussy.”

Mia tentatively stroked herself from her clit down a few times. She seemed worried about something. I kissed the frown away from her forehead. “Angel, it’s just you and me here. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Tease me. Make me wish it was my fingers getting you off. I want you to give me a show that’ll make my dick harder than what it already is.”

With my encouragement, she lost some of her fear and pushed her middle finger into her pussy. She pumped that long digit in and out, getting it good and wet, using the bony section of her thumb to grind into her clit. When her finger was slick enough, she slid it up to her clit and rubbed. Lord, that looked hot. “That’s so sexy. Keep going. Lie down, baby.”