Page 121 of My Retribution Too

“How much are you loving it?”

Lock didn’t respond with words. He pulled me to him and kissed me breathless.

When he finally released me, he rested his forehead against mine.

“This is ours. Let’s put in a bid.”

I squealed with delight.

We’ve been searching for a home to fit our growing family for months. Lock ended up almost losing everything in the fire. Some of his things he was able to save, his clothes and a few pictures of his team, of Brad graduating college. But the rest of it. Gone. His insurance did give him enough to rebuild and he had plans on rebuilding, but it wouldn’t be the same. Losing Homer like that, the memories going up in flames. He wanted to make memories somewhere else, somewhere we could call home as we raise our kids.

We told our realtor to make the offer. He and I didn’t bother with crossing our fingers or praying. We’ve been praying for a house for months. I felt it in my spirit, this house would be ours. We drove around the neighborhood for a little bit, checking out the area we would be calling home in a few months, before we made our way back down the Dallas Tollway toward Plano. We had plans today to head to Brad and Ayana’s house for a barbeque. We decided to stop at Kroger before we made it to their house for beer for him and Brad and chips and ice cream—cookies and cream to be exact—for the ladies.

It’s been a long few months since everything went down with Schindler. Things have been slowly getting back to normal for everyone. Burying Homer was hard for all of us. He had touched each and every one of our lives very differently. We’ve missed his smile, his laugh and his trash talking during card games.

Brady survived his ordeal and is still on the road to recovery. It’s unclear if he would ever put on a uniform again. Lock thinks he’ll be back. I didn’t think so. I could see a change in him. He used to have this fire in his eyes, especially when he was around his fellow blue brothers. Now, all I saw was a vacancy that may never be fulfilled.

Lock laced his fingers with mine and kissed the back of my hand.

I glanced over at him and saw concern in his gaze as he shifted from me back to the road.

“You okay, Kitten?”

I smiled. “Yes. I’m good. Just thinking.”

“Yeah? What about?”

I didn’t want to bring up Brady. It was a sore subject for Lock. It reminded him that the bullet that entered Brady’s body was meant for him.

“I was just thinking about the house. I hope we get it.”

Lock squeezed my hand, held my gaze longer than it was necessary and safe. “We will, baby. I feel it.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, a slight smirk on my face.

Lock’s eyes darkened, a promise of another ‘best night of my life’ in my immediate future.

Lock and I haven’t officially adopted the role of Dom/sub. I would flirt with the idea, tease him a little, but we haven’t really talked about it.

Oh, how would I tease him you ask?

Well, I’d assume the position, kneeling at the foot of the bed, completely naked, wet and wanting. He’d come home from work, tired, stressed. He’d step into our bedroom to find me waiting for him. He knew then that I wanted to play, and he never turned me down, never held back from me and gave me everything I wanted and more of his alter ego. And I loved every second of it.

It was important to me that I showed him I was ready for that kind of relationship. I wanted to be used by him. I wanted to please him, take care of him, to feed his desires, especially the dark ones. He knew that’s what I wanted, to be his everything and I think he and I will have that conversation soon.

Fuck, I hoped so. I was dying to be worshiped by him, to be controlled by him, to beownedby him. I was made for him and it was high time he used me for what I was made to be. His in every way.

We pulled into the parking lot of Kroger and Lock turned off the engine. Just before he got out of the vehicle, his cell rang.

“Yeah, Bro, what’s up?” He paused then looked at me and rolled his eyes. I started to laugh knowing what the call was about.

For the past week and a half, Ayana’s been having false labor. Every time Brad calls us telling us to rush to the hospital. This has happened at least five times over the last two weeks. We all would rally only for the doctor to say nope, false alarm. You’re not even dilated. It was so bad that people, including Lock, said call me when the baby gets here.

Lock put the call on speaker as Brad spoke frantic.

“Bro, I’m fucking serious. We are in the Kroger parking lot. The baby is coming now, I can see the head.”

My eyes rose into my forehead. I heard Ayana screaming, “If you motherfuckers don’t get back, I swear to god, after I have this baby, I’m going to kill each and every one of you!”

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