Initiate Me (16 page)

“No, I can’t. What if I do something wrong and you don’t like it?”

Damn, she was sweet. “Just do what feels good for you. You can’t get it wrong, whatever you want. I won’t be complaining either way.”

Her wide eyes met mine. “But...what do you do when I do...this?”

“I’ll be watching you. Watching your face, your tits jiggle and I’ll be holding onto your hips.”

At first Mia was extra tentative, hardly moving, unsure what to do with her hands. I could tell she wouldn’t trust her body to find a natural rhythm. I found her innocence so arousing when she was like this. My thumbs rasped her nipples. I was dying to get my mouth on them again and suck them until she screamed, but I was worried my attention would be a bigger distraction to her sense of imbalance.

When she leaned over to kiss me, her clit rubbed the top of my groin. She blinked with surprise. “Wow, that felt good.”

“See, I told you. Do what comes natural.”

“But I need to touch you. Let me touch you: your chest, your abs and your face. I can’t do that if I keep my hands on your shoulders.”

“Go ahead. Touch me.”

She ground her pelvis into mine, still keeping my cock deep inside her as she rocked her clit to my groin area again. She leaned down and licked circles around my nipples with her hot tongue. She licked and sucked my neck and collarbone until I wanted to explode. As she bounced faster, my thighs went rigid. I clenched my arse cheeks to keep from thrusting into her, letting her learn how to get what her body needed. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and gasped with surprise as she came without warning. I gritted my teeth as I felt the spasms tightening around my cock.
Hold off, hold off
. The second her eyes blinked open after the last orgasmic ripple, I flipped her on her back.

“Sweetheart, I am going to ride you this time.” I pinned her arms above her by the headboard and drove into her.

Stroke after stroke we spiralled to another realm, both of us covered in sweat; both breathing hard, lost in the moment. I put my lips below her ear. “Angel, you are so fucking wet and so fucking tight. I am burning up for you.”

“You—”

“I want you to come with me this time.” I changed the angle of my hips and entered her again with one swift stroke, and she shrieked as I shot my load. My vision blurred, my throat closed. Her sweet pussy milked every drop of cum from my cock. Still, I sought Mia’s mouth. She pressed her chest to mine, breaking free of my hold on her to run her hands all over my body.

I rested my sweaty forehead to hers. “Holy fuck.” I shifted my weight to pull out of her and she hissed. “Sorry, sweetheart, I got a little carried away. You’re probably sore. I shouldn’t have taken you a second time.”

“I like that you got carried away.”

“I’m glad you don’t mind. I can be rough.”

“I’m not nearly as delicate as you think I am.” She looked at the bedside clock on the nightstand. “Shit, is that really the time? I better get home, unless of course you want me to stay?”

“Yeah, I suppose you could stay the night, as long as you’re prepared for the repercussions from your brothers.”

“I should go, really.”

“Why?”

“Because we leave for Queensland tomorrow afternoon and I need to pack. And when I come back, I need to prepare for my parents’ welcome home dinner, remember?” She bounced off the bed and bent down to snatch her clothes strewn haphazardly all over the floor.

Damn, she was leaving? It was probably best she left; that way she wouldn’t cling to the idea of us being an official couple.
Shit, I want her to stay, though.
Why was she messing with my headspace so much.
Fuck!

“Wait.” I grabbed her around her waist. “At least stay the night and get some rest. You can leave early in the morning to get yourself sorted for the convention.”

“Okay.”

I noticed she was wincing as she moved back to the bed. I went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. “You’re sore, angel; let me clean you up.” I wiped between her thighs and tried not to wince at how swollen she was. “No more sex for you for a while. You didn’t bleed; that’s weird.”

“So, now you are questioning whether I was a virgin or not.”

“No, I could feel you were a virgin. You were as tight as fuck.”

“Good answer, stud. You know, I’ve been riding horses from a young age which you should know has often been the cause of a woman’s hymen breaking. And I use tampons all the time, plus I do have a vibr—”

“Fucking hell, Mia, I was making a statement. No need to get defensive.”

I tugged her to me and held her close, breathing in her smell. Part of me wished she could stay in my bed every night and another part of me wanted her to leave. A lot of shit had happened in a short amount of time with us, and I needed some quiet time to process it all.
I’ll let her stay the night and then we can reassess it all.

“Go to sleep.”

“But—”

“No buts. And no more sex. I mean it. You’re sore and swollen; you need a break,” I said, giving her a long kiss. Damn, as much as I wanted it not to be a serious relationship, Mia was drawing me in. And unfortunately since I’d had a taste of her, I never wanted to spend another night without her.

ZANE

F
uck! The first thing I saw when I woke up were several texts message from my bar manager informing me Jessica was downstairs creating a scene. The last thing I needed to deal with after what could possibly be the best fucking sex I’d ever had in my life was my crazy ex.

It was easy to ignore my phone when all I could think of was the way Mia’s wet, tight heat hugged my dick the night before. Her warm body was wrapped around me and I sure as hell didn't want to be pulled from that. The feel of taking Mia's innocence was something I had never experienced and something so special, I would never forget it.

But with Jessica, it was only sex. I should have known when I first met her that she would be trouble, and trouble she was.
Fuck.
But with Mia, damn just thinking about her and all that feisty attitude made me wonder why the hell I was attracted to a woman like Jessica in the first place. I needed to stop thinking about Mia when I had to deal with Jessica. The last thing I needed was a hard-on when dealing with my ex. Jessica would take that as encouragement.

Reluctantly, I left a sleeping Mia in my bed and trudged downstairs to the pub.

“Oh, Zane, thank God you're here,” my bar manager said, looking flustered. The young guy was clearly shaken by Jessica's antics. She just wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Where is the crazy bitch?"

"She—she is over there. I am so sorry to have to call so many times, but she wouldn’t leave and when she started to get hysterical, I didn’t know what to do.”

“You did the right thing. I’ll straighten her out; don't worry about a thing, okay?” Poor bastard. Jessica would scare anyone in her psychotic state.

I walked over to where she was standing, her arms crossed and attitude flying high. What. The. Fuck?

“Jessica.” She didn't even flinch at my biting tone. Nothing, no reaction at all to the fact I wanted nothing to do with her. “What are you doing here?” I gritted.

She stood and moved toward me, smiling and strutting like the practiced slut she was. "Oh, sweetie, don't sound so angry. I knew you must have been stressed yesterday at your office so I wanted to surprise you. Unfortunately, I ran into some trouble with your young manager. He wouldn't let me in."

Is this bitch for real? I tell her to fuck off and all she does is smile at me.
“I'm going to ask you one more time, Jessica. What are you doing here when I have repeatedly told you it’s over and there's no chance in hell of us getting back together. Firstly, this pub is my home and I would never give you access to come to my house like this. It was my mistake; a huge mistake for me to have ever been in a relationship with you in the first place, let alone become engaged to you. I’m going to tell you one last time. Go home. You need to go home and forget we ever knew one another."

I turned and attempted to make my way back upstairs, but before I could even take one step, she began screaming. Fuck me; she totally flipped out, screaming at the top of her lungs. She sounded like one of those chicks from a horror movie.

I glanced at my bar manager Pete before moving back to deal with Jessica. The poor guy looked terrified.

“Zane? Do you need me to call someone?” He stepped back into the safety of his office. “Just let me know.” And with that, he shut the door.

Great, all I needed was Mia to wake up and come downstairs to witness this shit. I couldn't wait to get back upstairs and be with her, but Jessica’s bullshit had to stop. When she saw me starting back in her direction, she stopped screaming immediately. Her clothes were dishevelled and she looked like someone who’d come straight from the looney bin and was in desperate need of a white straight jacket and a daily dose of pills.

I grabbed her by her shoulders to steady her. "What do you think you’re playing at, Jessica?” I growled. My voice was lethal and it wasn't the first time I’d directed the tone at her. Whatever I said to her never sank in. "How many times do you need to be told? I don't want you back."

“But...Zane,” she whined, “You're wrong. We are meant to be. I know you are just playing hard to get right now. I know what you really want.”

Holy fuck. She's lost the plot. How in the hell is it possible to have misjudged someone so badly.
Yep, she was most definitely off her rocker. Before I could answer, she squealed and launched herself at me.

"Tell me you want me, Zane. I know you do!" I could feel her nails biting into my neck as she tried to kiss me. She repulsed me. What the hell did I ever see in her in the first place? I tried my best to push her off me.

“Get the fuck off me.” Her legs were wrapped tightly around my hips and she was holding my head like a vice.

“Oh, baby, please take me upstairs to your apartment. Why can't you admit I make you happy?"

“Jessica. Move off me now.”

“Are you embarrassed because we are in a public place and we have an audience? That's never bothered you before. I recall a time when you couldn't get enough of my body."

What the fuck! “Lady, you have lost your fucking mind. Let me be clear and to the point once again. You cheated on me. We broke up. I don't want your skanky arse back in my bed. How much clearer can I be?"

"But..."

"Let me finish. And this better get through that thick head of yours. Firstly, I am with someone else, someone I want to be with. Secondly, I want you to stay the hell out of my life. For good. Finally, I do not want you anywhere near my work, my house and most definitely not my bed.

“Listen up, Jessica. You were the biggest mistake of my life. I've moved on. I realise now you were nothing more than an easy lay. I'm warning you; don't fuck with me because I'll have you locked up so fast you won't know what hit you."

She immediately attacked me, clawing at my face, but I didn't care. I was blind-sided and didn't see her attack coming. All I wanted was her off my fucking property and out of my life. I brought my hand up and wiped the blood I could feel trailing down my cheek.
Great, how am I going to explain this to Mia?

I was mere inches from her face but she didn't even flinch; the bitch had no fear. "And one more thing. Don't even think about going near me, my friends or my family because I promise I will make your life a living nightmare.”

And with that, I signalled for one of my bouncers to lead her outside. She left, but it sure wasn't willingly.

“We were meant to be, Zane. You'll regret this!” Her arms were flapping above her head as the bouncer dragged her outside. I waited for the front doors of the pub to close and I walked over to Pete, "Sorry about that. If she ever comes here again, please call me as soon as possible, got it?"

“Yes, I will; no worries about that.” He nodded.

“Thanks, Pete."

After one of the most amazing nights, I had to go and have one of the crappiest mornings. Instead of waking up to Mia and getting my fill of her again, I had to deal with that shit. I'd mentally planned to spend the whole day with Mia, get to know her better, teach her a few more things sexually; instead, I had to make a few quick calls to my police contacts down in Adelaide so I could get a restraining order in place.

Then I had to think about how the hell I was going to explain the scratch marks on my face and why I smelt like a two-bit whore straight out of a brothel.

Just fucking great!

MIA

I
heard the bedroom door close but I didn't move a muscle from the bath I was taking in Zane's en-suite. I was in fact sore and Zane's luxurious bathroom makeover was so enticing I never wanted to leave.

“Angel?”

“In here!” I answered with a small smile curving my lips. I loved it when he called me that.

“Goddamn...” he mumbled.

He walked through the bathroom door and my seductive smile died on my lips. “What the fuck happened to you?” He looked awful, like he'd had a fight with a gladiator. “Oh, my God, are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” he replied softly. I watched in stunned silence as he began stripping off his clothes. When he walked over and stood next to the bathtub, I licked my lips.

“You don't look fine to me. Perhaps you better explain why you have a bloody face and pink lipstick on your chin?” No way was I letting him in the tub with me unless he explained himself.

“Dammit, Mia!” he hisses. “Let me get in with you so I can feel you against me again.”

Ha! He thinks it's that easy. I want answers first.
“I don’t think so. Start talking, stud.”

“Fucking hell, you can bust my balls any other day, but let me feel you against me, angel. I need to calm the hell down.” He climbed over the edge and settled himself behind me, pulling me against his front and rubbing his hands across every inch of my skin.

“I hate to point out the obvious, big boy, but it doesn’t seem to be working,” I told him when I instantly felt his hard length against my back. "Um...Zane...it doesn't feel like you’re calm."