Mai’s heart broke as Trevor drug her from the bathroom by her hair. Contrary to Dom’s belief, she was not angel but she had chosen before. This was not supposed to be happening.
Before her eyes she watched Trevor’s face morph back into the gentle face she’d first met. He let go of her hair and smoothed it back from her face making shushing sounds as if after exploding into the bathroom he could calm her. To look at him now, it was almost like she had dreamed the screaming, cursing soon to be rapist.
“My head is spinning. Why don’t we lie down for a bit and sober up. Okay?”
She cringed away from his touch and tried to stand against him as he pushed her toward the bed. “I just want to go home.”
He was having none of it and shoved her back onto the bed, still smiling like nothing was amiss. “Yeah, I know baby but you said yourself, we’re both too drunk to drive right now. Let’s just lay here for a while, sleep a little maybe and then I’ll take you home.”
Mia crawled to the head of the bed and curled into a tight ball. How long ago did I call the boys? How far is it from the garage to here? Trevor was going to one sorry motherfucker when they finally arrived but until then she needed to distract him. “Let’s go downstairs.”
He climbed up on the bed beside her and put a hand on her arm, the pressure increasing as she tried to unfold her body. “Why? Parties clearing out now and besides, I thought you weren’t feeling well.”
“I need some air is all. Was thinking the porch would be nice. Come with me?” And get your ass beat to hell when Leon and Vince get here, she silently finished as she tried to pull herself away from him and make it to the door.
He grabbed her wrist tightly and said, “I’ll open a window for you then.”
Fuck.
But just as she began to lose hope, she could hear a ruckus downstairs. Her heart swelled as she heard the sound getting louder as someone was shouting his way up the stairs. “Mia! Mia Toretto! Where you at kid?”
Struggling to break free from Trevor’s
grasp and evade the hand he was trying to clamp over her mouth she yelled back
as loud as she could, “
“Who
the fuck is
Energized by
“Let go of me.” She growled, wrenching her arm free, “Let go of me!”
Just then the door slammed open and
there stood
He turned to her and the look in his eyes melted her into a puddle on the floor. He lifted her into his arms and carried her down the stairs where she discovered Vince holding off the entire frat house with a shotgun and a big mouth.
He saw them, made one more glare around the room and slung the shotgun over his shoulder muttering, “Did not know who they were fucking with.”
~~~~~
“Who’s the chick?” Asked one of the men seated at the table.
Inside Letti’s stomach turned. What the hell am I doing here?
Marco shrugged and draped an arm over her shoulder. “What the fuck does it matter? She’s cool.”
“Want a name on that hoe.” Demanded the man. One of the others leaned over to him and whispered pointing at Letti as if she where an inanimate object.
That was it for her. She pushed Marco’s arm off her and started to slip out of the booth. “Fuck this shit. I’m out. You do whatever you gotta do, I’m gonna go to the garage.”
The interrogator asked, “Hey, you Letti Ramirez? Dom’s girl?”
“I ain’t Dom’s girl.” She growled standing over the small group of men glaring down at them trying hard not to wish she still was Dom’s girl. She sat back down.
“Gotcha.” He shrugged and turned his attention to Marco. “So, Marco, what can I do for you. Been a long time.”
Marco leaned forward, looking way too eager. “I want back in.”
The interrogator leaned back in his seat and spread his hands, “Fuck, you got in a shitload of trouble last time man.”
Marco was undaunted. He pointed a finger at each of the men in turn and growled, “Yeah, I did my bit, and yours, and yours, and even yours puto. You know I can be trusted.”
Letti felt sure that Marco would be turned down. She hoped he would be turned down.
But the angry looking Mexican said,
“I got three keys need for pickup and delivery in
~~~~~
His hand drifted over the curve of a woman’s hip. Flannel gave way to bare skin and then lycra. He returned to the valley of her waist and the bare skin residing there. Her leg was draped over his and one small hand was drawing concentric circles on his chest. Her face was buried in his chest, peach scented hair tickling his chin. He brushed it back and smiled when she snuggled into him.
His body instantly responded, the sound of his blood pounding in his ears, pulsing south. A tingling sensation followed the path of her fingers as she traced every curve and then centered on his left nipple.
Her fingers strayed just when he was about to go crazy drifting off to explore the intricacies of the crucifix he wore. He sighed deeply, disappointed that the necklace was getting more attention than he was. She shifted, raising her head and he knew she was looking at him. Her voice was a near whisper, “Dominic?”
Wonder how long she’s been up. What time is it anyway? He opened his eyes and squinted up at her. “Yeah?”
She was smiling, tousled hair framing her face. Dropping the crucifix she pressed her hand to his chest and informed him, “You slept.”
He let his eyes flutter closed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah.”
Her hand moved up from his chest to his face, fingers tracing his jaw line. She sounded happy when she asked, “Feel better?”
“Yeah.”
She palmed his head like one would a basketball and shook it. It was then that he noticed the headache pulsing behind his temples. He pulled her hand away, putting it back on his chest. She let her head fall and teased, “Have a one word vocabulary in the morning don’t you?”
Smiling into the tangle of hair suddenly in his face he mumbled, “Yeah.”
She giggled, pushing her hair back and out of both their faces. Her voice lost its humor and became uncertain as she asked, “Have plans today?”
It was a simple question but its implications weren’t. He thought about it longer than he should have deciding to hedge his bets answering, “Yeah.”
“Oh, okay.” She sounded disappointed.
Wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug and squeezing he asked, “You got plans?”
Apparently not familiar with the game and opting for honesty, she mumbled, “Not really.”
He relaxed his hug a bit and brought his lips to her ear. Taking a risk he whispered, “Good, cause my plans involved not getting out of bed today.”
~~~~~
Claudia’s head was spinning. She couldn’t tell if it was because she was still drunk or if it was simply being so close to Dominic. In bed all day.
A nervous ball formed in the pit of her stomach as his fingers trailed across the bare skin at her waist pushing up under the lycra of her tank but he went no further than her ribs. The roughness of his callused hands tickled and she worked to suppress a laugh. He seemed to know and drifted toward the less sensitive flesh of her back tracing the outline of her shoulder blades.
It had been a very long night for her. He’d fallen asleep almost immediately. It wasn’t fair, but those were the breaks. Sometime during the night he’d grabbed hold of her, pulled her back into him, because she woke wrapped in his arms. He was still sleeping, the length of his body pressed into her back. She laid awake memorizing the feel of him for a while and then drifted in and out of sleep until there was none left to be had. She’d been awake for a while watching him. Her hands had developed a mind of their own at some point and her inhibitions, usually close friends that were always present, had abandoned her. She wasn’t even embarrassed that he’d caught her touching him.
Now as he lay there, beautiful and awake, the urge to kiss him was only suppressed by suspected halitosis. The after effects of too much red wine leaving a vile taste in her mouth. A toothbrush was a necessity. “Would you excuse me for a moment?”
He let go and rubbed at his temples with both hands. “You hung over?”
Pushing away from the warmth of his body she almost laughed at him but knew the high pitched sound wouldn’t help his head. “Appears that you are. I just feel an overwhelming need for a toothbrush and shower.”
He smiled. “Know the feeling.”
“My dad’s room is three doors down on the left. Anything you could possibly want can be found in there somewhere. Cabinets under the sink would be a good place to look for toothbrushes, razors and the like.” Climbing out of the bed shivering, she said, “Meet you in the kitchen on 20 minutes?”
“Sure,” he said but he didn’t move. She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her reaching for her toothbrush.
~~~~~
IN the car on the way back to Marco’s garage Letti ignored him as she rambled on and on about how good life was going to be now. He was the embodiment of excitement while she was the poster child for disappointment.
Crime wasn’t a new things to her. Afterall, she robbed trucks with Dom. But he had never sold drugs. He didn’t do them, didn’t like them and wasn’t about o profit on them. He may have had all the morals of a dog in heat, but Dom had lines that he would not cross.
Fucking, Dom. God, I hate you. This is your fault, she thought irrationally.
This wasn’t, not really, but if he had kept his dick in his pants she wouldn’t have had to leave him, she wouldn’t be dating Marco and she wouldn’t be an accessory to a drug deal. She’d made the decision to go out with Marco largely because it would piss Dom off. She could admit that now. But, she told herself in the harshest inner voice she had, Marco was nice to her. He respected her. He wouldn’t cheat on her. He valued her.
Fuck Dom.
But all the same, Letti was uneasy.
~~~~~
The sight that greeted Claudia when she entered the kitchen was both comical and sexy. Dominic’s blue velvet ass protruded from the refrigerator and she could hear him mumbling to himself about how crazy rich people were.
Sneaking up behind him she grabbed his ass in both hands and squeezed. He almost knocked them both off their feet when he jumped. She stumbled back, bounced off the granite lip of the center island and slammed into his back before regaining her balance.
“You okay?” He asked, pushing off the refrigerator shelves she’d knocked him into. Turning, he scanned her face, concern evident in his gaze until he was satisfied that she wasn’t injured then playfulness took over. “Copping a feel worth it, Claudia?”
“Not really,” she mumbled rubbing at her back, convinced she could already feel the huge bruise forming.
He cocked his head, “So I’m wasting my time at the gym, huh?”
“I think if you really tried, you could sound a little more arrogant. It might be a stretch but I’m pretty sure you can manage it,” she snapped back.
He closed the fridge door and leaned back on it. “I’m not the one grabbing asses though, am I? In fact, I’m the only person in this room that hasn’t tried to cop a feel or spied on anyone in the shower so if you want me to act less arrogant you act less interested.”
“I think I hate you,” she replied wishing for a sharper wit. Sparring with Dom was more difficult than she’d imagined. He was apparently that vile breed of creature that jumpstarted easily in the morning. She needed coffee and lots of it.
He shook his head in disbelief and turned his attention back to the cabinets. Rummaging through one he said, “I know rich people eat some weird shit but do you have any normal food? You know, eggs, cow milk, something like that?”
She poured water into the coffee pot and reached into the cabinet above for coffee filters before waving toward a hallway. “There’s another refrigerator down there, might be something edible in it. You never know.”
He started in the direction she’d indicated muttering, “How many people live here, anyway? There an army hiding in the bushes somewhere?”
She hit the ‘on’ button on the pot and retrieved her coffee mug while answering Dom’s question. “Just my dad and me but when he’s home there’s always company and dinner parties. He loves to entertain.”
Watching impatiently as coffee dripped slowly into the pot she heard him say, “Holy shit, a fucking walk in? Where the hell are my ruby slippers cause I’m pretty sure I’m in Oz. This is insane.”
Not sure if he was talking to himself or to her, Claudia raised her voice and called, “Like I said, my dad likes to entertain. He loves to cook too. This is his kitchen. I think he wanted to be a chef at one point but it wasn’t dignified enough.” Her stomach gurgled loudly and she added, “I want pancakes I think.”
“Works for me.” He returned with a gallon of milk and a crate of eggs.
~~~~~
They teased back and forth while they cooked and all the heaviness of the night before seemed forgotten. Claudia proved that she was a horrible cook and was the butt of a number of jokes as a result. Thankfully, he wasn’t a one meal wonder and breakfast turned out well despite her.
Even though he ate three times as much, Dom finished long before her and watched with rapt attention the course of each forkful from the plate to her mouth. It made her uncomfortable. “Would you find something else to do please?”
“What?” He asked wearing an innocent look that she knew had taken years of careful crafting to perfect.
“You know very well what.”
He shook his head and shrugged, eyes never leaving her lips.
Exasperated, she pushed him, intent on knocking him off his stool but found that moving a boulder might have been easier. He was wearing a shit eating grin when she demanded, “Stop staring at me.”
“But it’s a beautiful view, Claudia.”
“Oh I am sure, half masticated pancakes must be very attractive. Go away.” She took another sip of her coffee and tried to avoid his eyes.
“What?” he asked. The playfulness was gone, replaced by a guarded look that told her she was in the midst of a pop quiz. Pass or fail depended on her answer and she had no idea what the question really referred to. ‘What’ could mean a thousand things.
Staring at her plate she tried to come up with a non-offensive answer. Moody bastard aren’t you? Humor had saved her from a number of his mood swings so she hefted her fork, took another bite, chewed twice, met his eyes and opened her mouth, displaying the contents.
He wrinkled his nose and got up, “Definitely didn’t need to see that.”
Thank God for small favors. Catastrophe narrowly averted by disgusting display. Need to return that childish antic to the mental rolodex for future use. Offering a smirk she swallowed and said, “That’s what you get for staring.”
He yawned, stretching long arms over his head. “If it’s okay with you, I’m going back to bed.”
~~~~~
Mia woke slowly, there was an unpleasant scent of dirty socks and stale beer. She was also tangled up in someone’s arms.
Fearing the worst she opened her eyes and was greeted with the hamburger mug of Vince. Oh. My. God. What have I done? She panicked for a moment until she recognized her clothes, which were all still on her body, as the ones she’d wore the night before.
Vince woke and snuggled into her. The feel of his beard on her cheek was ticklish, but not in a good way. Shoving him hard in the chest she said, “Get off.”
“You didn’t say that to me last night.” He said through a grin as he released her.
It irritated her. “Fuck you, V. Last night was a nightmare and you have the nerve to joke about this shit?”
“What? You didn’t.” He pouted as he sat up and rubbed his face.
Swinging her legs over the side of his bed she laughed. “Not if you were the last man on earth, Vince.”
He glanced at her and she could see the hurt in his eyes. “You asked me to hold you. I did what you asked and now I’m getting shit for it.”
I am not a very nice person, she thought. Reaching over and clapping him on the shoulder she apologized. “Oh. Sorry, V. I’m just a little touchy.”
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Having procrastinated in the kitchen for a while, doing dishes and rearranging things, Claudia finally worked up the courage to go back to her room.
Dom had a baby face when he was sleeping. The corners of his lips turned up a little as if his dreams were sweet and his mind was at peace.
He was sprawled out on his back, shirt on the floor, covers tangled around his legs like he’d tossed and turned for a while before crashing. He does prefer the right side, how funny, she thought with a yawn. She went to the left side and crawled in wrestling for covers and pulling them up to her chin. As she snuggled into her pillow Dom rolled over, the length of his body spooned against hers. His arm snaked around her, hand splayed on her stomach. He sighed into her hair pulling her tight against him.
One of her hands wrapped around his and the other traveled over his velvet hip, down his thigh and back up against the grain of the fabric. He purred and the sound rumbled against her back causing a chill to travel down her spine. He shifted behind her and she could feel his erection digging into her back. The hand against her stomach came up, cupping her breast as his breath blew warm against her ear.
Wondering if he was still asleep, she rolled onto her back, looking at his face. His eyes were still closed but his expression had changed slightly. “Dom?”
“Hmm.” His hand traveled back down to her stomach, callused fingers circling her navel.
Do you really want to do this, she asked herself knowing that once it started there would be no stopping. The answer was a resounding, yes. She reached for his hand and dragged it back up to her breast, her eyes never leaving his face. He smiled and did as she silently asked, huge, rough hand gentle through the fabric of her shirt.
Craning her neck she kissed him and the lust coursing through her demanded more. She never stopped to wonder where the aggression came from and she never considered the possible consequences. Not a single thought existed in her head, the tingling pulse between her legs had taken over forcing reason and worry into the far corners of her mind.
His lips parted and she accepted the opening, deepening the kiss, loving the feel of his lips, full and soft against hers.
Overwhelming urgency moved her fingers down his body, fumbling to remove the rest of his clothes. Tugging at the waistband of his pants she was thwarted by a knot in the drawstring. Her fingers were shaking so badly she couldn’t untie it.
“You need some help there, girlie?” He whispered into her mouth as he pushed her hands away and untied the knot. He did not remove his pants and laughed when her hands tugged hard at them. “We’ve got all day Claudia, what’s the rush?”
It was almost as if she didn’t hear him, the words going in one ear and breezing out the other. She continued to pull and he finally helped her out, lifting his hips and allowing her to strip him naked. Her hand ran over smooth caramel skin from the back of his neck down the length of his spine over the rise of his ass to the extent of her reach midway down his thigh. The trip back to his neck worked up from the inside, fingers dragging over his hipbone, the plain of his stomach, the landscape of his chest. It was like touching warm marble, smooth and hard, sculpted in the shape of a man. As much a visual medium as one of touch she pushed her living sculpture onto his back letting her eyes travel where her fingers feared to roam.
~~~~~
His hand drew circles on her back, fingers dancing around the hem of her tank, pushing under it an inch or two before withdrawing. The urge to rip the thin cloth from her body wasn’t easy to resist. But watching her face as she studied him was a worthy distraction. He’d seen the same look on the faces of museum patrons. That dreamy look people got when looking at something beautiful. He’d never been looked at like that before. It was an odd feeling.
“My, my,” she murmured as her gaze traveled south.
This he was familiar with, her reaction nothing new to him. There was an inevitable compliment or protest to follow. He remained silent and waited for it.
She looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes as she studied his face. He had no idea what his expression told her but she found whatever she was looking for. Smiling she asked, “Guess you don’t get picked on much in locker rooms do you?”
Not a new one, but worthy of a laugh anyway. She pulled herself up, leaning heavily against his side and kissed him burying the sound of his laughter in his throat.
She seemed to lose herself in the kiss, her hands becoming bolder in their journeys and the hope that she would touch him began to rise. But she didn’t. Instead she broke the kiss and leaned on her elbow staring at her hand on his ribs. His eyes followed only because her hair veiled her face from view. Her travels stopped a hair’s breadth from the head of his cock and he mentally begged her to stop teasing. She must have heard him somehow because she asked in a quiet voice, “May I?”
Are you kidding? Confused by the question he wondered what in the world would make her think he would say no. Rather than answer, he took her hand and guided it home.
“Stupid question that was.” She muttered, feather soft fingers tracking veins from base to tip, her touch exploratory and gentle. Where did the aggressive girl who got me undressed in less than 10 seconds go? It made him wonder again about her experience level. Virginal he doubted, inexperienced or shy was the question.
Dying to get on with it, he pulled a little at the hem of her shirt wanting it off, wanting to feel her skin against his. Pushing it up to her shoulder blades making his intent to remove her top evident he used her words, “May I?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she released her hold on him, sat up and pulled her shirt off clutching it to her chest. Her eyes were shy and she watched intently for his reaction.
“You’re beautiful, Claudia.” He told her in all seriousness and pulled the shirt from her grasp exposing small, pert breasts little more than a mouthful. Perfect. Watching her face he placed a hand on her hip and let it ride up and over the swell of her breast, her nipple hardening under his fingers. Her eyes glazed and she leaned back clinging to him, dragging him over on top of her, between her thighs. Her lips brushed the top of his head and her arms wrapped tightly around his back.
The scent of peaches surrounded him and her milky white skin glowed under him, pink nipples like little beacons guiding him home. Restraint began to slip and he tugged at her pants encountering the same problem she’d earlier had with his. It gave him enough time to remind himself to ask first but even as the words formed, she swung one leg around in front of him showing a range of flexibility that made his head swim with possibilities and shimmied out of them. Once again she turned shy eyes on him, begging for approval.
As if he would deny her. At that moment she could have asked him to wrangle stars and he would have done it.
~~~~~
“Beautiful,” he said again, sounding awestruck which she liked even if she didn’t fully believe it.
Intoxicated by the symphony of sensations he stirred within her, feeling the electric pulse of pleasure pounding in her core she laid back for him, naked as the day she was born and unashamed of it. He climbed between her legs again, crouched over her, his eyes never leaving hers. Staring into the black depths she felt his hands make contact with her hips, sandpaper against her skin, rough and gentle at the same time. She opened to him, willing to accept whatever he chose to give. Trailing long fingers along the inside of her thighs he barely brushed through tight curls and her hips involuntarily rocked up to him as he pulled his hands away.
“Tease,” she hissed through clenched teeth, fighting to regain control.
“You don’t like this?” he asked leaning forward, his tongue circling her navel, his hands returning to the inside of her thighs spreading them wider.
Her breath hitched in her throat as his tongue found the core of her and danced. Writhing under him she felt her release welling up and just as it nearly broke free he stopped, raised his head and gave her a lazy eyed smirk.
Squeezing him with her legs she choked out, “More please.”
His smirk grew into a smile and he sat back on his heels. “What do you want more of, Claudia?”
The moment passed, her orgasm slipping away from her with irritating speed. You know exactly what I want but you’re going to play games. Okay, we’ll play. She sat up, wrapping her legs around behind him Indian style. Meeting his eyes, she reached between them and placed one finger, very lightly, on the head of his cock. His eyes sparked at the touch. Leaning up to him she whispered in his ear, “I can take care of myself you know.”
She retracted her finger and lay back wondering if she had the nerve to prove her point. His eyebrow arched in disbelief and the look galvanized her. With her eyes fixed on his, she raised a hand to her lips, licked her finger and touched her nipple, rubbing it between two fingers just long enough for his gaze to shift before dragging her hand down between her legs his eyes following it all the way.
It was almost funny to watch the expressions that raced across his face as he watched her, eyes never leaving the manipulations of her fingers. She writhed a little, as if his participation was unnecessary, and watched his tongue dart out moistening his lips. Giggling at the look on his face she asked, “Isn’t there something you should be taking care of too? He looks a little lonely.”
She reached out and stroked him from base to head once, moisture from her body making her hand glide effortlessly over his soft skin.
He looked down at himself and then at her. “You are evil.”
The feel of him in her hand had been wonderful, silk over steel. She knew exactly what she wanted from him but stubbornness demanded she ignore him. You get to beg, big guy. I wont. There was something tantalizing in having him watch anyway. “I just give as good as I get. You started it.”
“And I’ll finish it,” he growled, leaning over her, hands planted on either side of her supporting his weight as he kissed her. No other part of his body touched her and that she didn’t like. He was still teasing. Deciding to call it a draw she wrapped both arms around him and pulled him down, relishing the press of his body against hers, wanting the press of his body into hers. He was right there, poised at the gate and she nudged him with her hips, wordlessly telling him what she wanted.
“Not yet,” he whispered climbing off of her.
“You called me evil? I swear you were part of the Spanish inquisition in a former life. Torture is a specialty of yours…” She opened her eyes and saw him tearing open a small silver square, “Oh. The Harry Houdini of condoms. Where did you have that hidden? No, wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”
He grinned at her and continued while she watched him. Previous lovers had turned away but Dom didn’t seem to care what she saw. The moment he looked finished she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him down to her. The delicious weight of his body on top of her again she grabbed his chin, looked him dead in the eye and said, “You will regret it if you tease me, I promise you that.”
“Guess I won’t ask if you’re sure then.” He responded, reaching between them and guiding himself in.
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