True Control 4.2 (17 page)

Chapter 42 HER

“And what if I’d said no to being yours?” I tease him with a coy smile and kiss on his chin.

He only laughs. And swats my ass hard. I cry out. “Are you asking for another spanking so soon, girl?” I shake my head. He turns a little more serious. “I know you didn’t have a choice.” He kisses me and I’m filled again with the complete passion of his touch. Even with only a small kiss, every part of me is claimed as his. I feel it down to my toes. I feel everywhere that he touched with his belt, his lips. “I want you to move in here, Lucy. I don’t have a ring…I’ll take care of that tomorrow, but I want to make you my wife. Say yes.”

I put my arms around his neck. “Two weeks.”

“What?” I laugh at his confusion and stern frown. I kiss him quickly.

“We’ll get married in two weeks, on Saturday and I’ll move in then.” I step away from his arms and walk back out into the hall. I know his eyes are on my ass, on the marks he’s left on me. I smile. “That should give you enough time to get this place ready for a nice party to celebrate.” He comes up behind me laughing and picks me up again, spinning me around and heading back into the bedroom. I can picture a future again. With Jake. Here.

I allow myself one more thought before giving into his kisses, the tiny part I know Jake will always let me have…

I can picture a future with our baby very loved, Max…and he will know you through Jake and me. You will always have a piece of my heart. Always.

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In the dark, listening to Jake’s little snores, I know he’s right. I know I’m his now. I know he’s mine. My heart may never heal completely from losing Max and I’d never forgive myself if I let go of the love I still have for him. But I know Jake loves me. And I love him. He’s given me everything I want, everything I need…him.

Control is about choices. And I didn’t have any before.

I didn’t chose to let fate step in my way. It just did.

I didn’t chose to fall for him. I just did.

I didn’t chose to give him everything I am. I just had to.

I have no choice in how I love him. I just do.

I can be strong. I can submit all of myself again. And he just accepts me as I am.

Always.