J. Valentine - Surrender to Love

Patricia let out another yawn.

“Tired?”

Looking at him, she gave him a drowsy smile. “Very.”

“Give me five minutes,” Jon requested as he pulled into the driveway in front of what was now their house, their family home. “I have something I want to show you, and then I’ll tuck you in to bed.”

Dropping her head back against the seat, she groaned.

“Are your eyes closed?”

Patti stumbled a little, her hand shooting up to grab hold of Jon’s forearm to steady herself. “For the millionth time, yes, they’re closed. Now hurry up before I trip and kill myself,” she grumbled. If there was one thing Patti had learned from living with Jon was that he liked surprises, and she hated being surprised. Okay, make that two things.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Be patient,” Jon entreated. His large hands were clasped tight over her eyes as he led her through the living room. “Almost there.”

Patti took each step with care. At seven months pregnant, she felt as big as a boat. She swayed on her feet, her balance completely shot now that she was carrying extra weight up front. It didn’t help that she was blind now, too.

Shifting so that one hand covered both eyes, Patti waited patiently as Jon leaned over her shoulder. She heard a door open. “Okay, one step forward, stop,” he instructed her. With her arms extended, Patti felt for the doorframe and used it as her guide. “Step down. Good. Now, I’m going to remove my hands but keep your eyes closed. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Patti said smartly, earning a playful slap on her ass.

She felt the air stir as Jon left her side. It was incredibly difficult to keep her eyes shut knowing that something was waiting for her on the other side of her closed lids, but she remained dutifully still, focusing on all of her senses to see if she could figure out what all the fuss was about…

She smelled a hint of gas mixed with the pungent odor of motor oil. There was also the spicy tang of rotting garbage mixed in there, too, letting her know exactly where they were. “Jon?” she called out, wondering how much longer this was going to take. The baby was sitting on her bladder, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out before she wet herself, again.

The process of becoming a mother wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Most days she felt like a beached whale, and she’d hit that stage where her face looked like an oil slick. Of course, it was really just the “glow” that women got during their pregnancy. Patti didn’t feel like she was glowing. She felt fat and frumpy and swollen, not to mention perpetually tired. The only nice thing to come of all of it was that her hair had never been so thick or luxurious before. And her rack was amazing. Jon couldn’t keep his hands—or mouth—off it.

“Are your eyes still closed?” Jon’s deep voice asked her as he moved in front of her to take her hands.

“Yep.”

Patti allowed him to guide her a few more steps, placing her right where he wanted her. “Okay,” he said, sounding nervous. “On the count of three, open them.” The air stirred again as he stepped to the side, presumably to open up her line of sight. “One.” Patti felt her stomach flip. “Two.” Her pulse quickened. “Three.”

Holding her breath, Patti eked open one eye. “Holy shit.” She wasn’t sure if she said the words out loud, or just in her head.

Both of her eyes were open now, blinking slowly as she struggled to understand what she was seeing.

“Well?” Jon asked excitedly. “What do you think? Are you surprised?”

He could say that again. Sleek. Black. Touches of chrome in all the right places. It was just as she had dreamed it would be. “How?” The word came out a little choked, considering Patti felt like she had just stepped into an alternate universe.

Jon’s eyes danced as he approached the GTO, running his hand down the polished hood. “I know why you did it, but I hated that you had to give up something so important to you. I had Travis track it down for me, and we’ll probably have to get used to eating Ramen noodles for the rest of the year, but after practically selling my left kidney, I was able to talk the guy into selling it back to me.” He smirked. “He really didn’t want to let it go.”

She knew how the guy felt. “Ramen noodles sound good,” she said, a weak smile forming. Patti’s eyes burned and she pressed trembling fingers to her mouth. “Jon, you didn’t have to do this.”

Slowly, with all of his love reflecting back at her in his eyes, Jon walked over to her and placed his hands on her swollen belly. “Yes, I did,” he said firmly. “It’s my job to make you happy, and this makes you happy.”

Patti’s hands covered his and she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “But it’s just a car.”

Refusing to let her escape him, Jon grasped her chin and lifted her face to his. “It’s more than that. That car is a legacy. It belongs in the family. Our family, and one day, you’re going to teach our son or daughter just like your father taught you.”

Tears were slipping down her cheeks in a steady stream now. Cupping her face in his hands, Jon wiped them away with his thumbs. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. This is a happy day.”

She didn’t know what to say, except, “Thank you. Thank you for bringing it back to me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” Taking her in his arms, Jon held her tight.

“Can I touch it?” Patti asked hesitantly, stepping out of his embrace and wiping her face dry.

That wicked gleam flashed in Jon’s eyes again. “Baby, you can touch it whenever you’d like.”

She slapped him in the arm. “You know what I mean.” Walking over to the car, Patti ran her hands over the pristine paint job, admiring all the small details that had been added since the car had changed hands. There was no sign of the damage from the accident, every dent, and scratch gone. The custom racing stripes she had added were painted over, making the car a monochromatic black on black, which was fine. It suited it better. Opening the driver’s door, she eased into the leather bucket seat and found that everything seemed to be exactly how she remembered it.

“Do you want to take it for a spin?”

Patti looked up to find Jon standing in the space of the open door, holding a pair of keys out to her. Longing swept over her and she recalled all the times she had flown down the highway, feeling the power of all that American muscle surrounding her.

One glance at Jon, his eyes burning words she didn’t have to hear to understand, and she knew what her answer would be.

“Not today,” she said, reaching out to take his hand for leverage. He pulled her from the car and lightly closed the door behind her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, taking her in his arms again.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, Patti stared up at him. The doubt and fear along with the grain of hope etched into the fine lines around his eyes told her she was making the right decision. Jon had done the most beautiful, generous thing for her by bringing her car back to her, but she needed him to know that their future was more important to her than their past.

“I’m sure. We only have two months left alone together.” She drew her fingernail down the front of his shirt, smiling suggestively. “And there are so many things I can think of that I still want to do to you.”

A growl rumbled in his chest as Jon backed her up against the side of the car. Gathering the hem of her dress, he inched it up around her waist and bent to sweep his tongue across her mouth. “And what, exactly, would you like to do to me?”

Gripping his shoulders, Patti leaned back against the cool steel, soaking in the feel of his body pressed against hers. “For starters,” she said her voice nothing more than a breathy moan. “I’d make you get down on your knees and surrender to me.”

Jon nipped her shoulder, and then licked away the sting. Patti watched as he dropped down on his knees before her. His large hands spread out across her thighs, smoothing across her skin. He stared up at her almost reverently, and said, “I already have.”

The End

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