Hey guys! So this is a story dedicated to MsShashaD, who has always been a loyal reviewer! She requested this a while ago, and I am sorry that it took so long to get posted! It was only requested as a oneshot, but there was just too much for it to be all shoved into one chapter! I've decided to make it into a three-shot. I don't know if that's actually a thing, but it is now! Anyway, this is for you, love! Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope I did you proud!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

The annual American Muscle car show was one that Dominic Toretto never missed. He and his bestfriend, Vince Martin, had been going to it since they were nine years old, with Carlos Toretto, Dom's dad. They had never missed a year since. As they got older, they began to appreciate the other things that the car show had to offer as well, like the free booze, and the pretty girls walking around in bikini's. The whole thing made them hard in their pants. Dom walked around one car, a red 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner, running his finger over the recent paint job. The blonde girl advertising the car grinned at him, and he felt himself getting distracted, turning toward her as another person came up to the car. The blonde was twirling her hair around her finger and blinking long, fake eyelashes up at him, but his attention was quickly distracted by a low, feminine whistle behind him. Dom turned around to see a dark haired girl bent over the open hood of the Roadrunner, her eyes intense.

"You got a thing for American Muscle?" Dom asked, dismissing the bimbo effectively. The girl looked up at him, her eyebrows raising.

"No," she replied wryly. "Clearly I'm just here for the entertainment." She nodded in the direction of three of the bikini clad girls, smiling and twittering with several men. Dom grinned as he followed her gaze and then looked back to her, his grin instantly faltering. She was disappearing into the crowd, hands shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket.

"Shit, hold up!" Dom called after her, ducking around a couple of people to catch up with the girl in front. She didn't even hesitate at his shout, continuing to walk toward another exhibit. "Hey!" He let out a long breath as he came alongside her next to a 1970 Dodge Charger R/T, shooting her a look. She was still ignoring him, looking at the car in admiration. He pursed his lips together, shoving his hands into his pockets, running through the things he could say to her. Finally, he murmured, "My dad and I built on of these from the ground up a couple of years ago." That caught the girls interest, although the look she gave him was fleeting. But it was still something. "Yeah, our family owns a garage and so when I was eleven, my dad and I are starting working on a Charger together on the weekends, and after school."

"Does it drive like a dream?" She asked, her voice low, a slight husky tone to it.

"Fuck yes," Dom replied, and he was rewarded with a wide grin.

"So how come I haven't seen you around before?" Dom asked as he took a long drink from his beer. After the exhibition closed up, they had walked down the street to a bar. It was crowded and busy, a wrestling match was on the TV and there were cheers going up from a group of men who were clearly betting on the match. They had found a spot at the back of the bar, and had ordered a few drinks. The girl with the dark hair continued to surprise him, matching him beer for beer as the night went on.

"Uh, so you know every female in the LA area?" She raised an eyebrow. "That's a little over-enthusiastic, don't you think?" He let out a laugh.

"No, but I thought I knew every attractive female in the LA area who appreciated cars," Dom replied. She shrugged a shoulder. They had been talking for over an hour, and as they continued to talk, she loosened up, laughing with him as he made fun of the burly men at the front of the bar, getting more rowdy the more alcohol they consumed. Finally, Dom leaned forward on his elbows toward her. "Okay," he began. "I need to know your name. I have brought you at least three rounds of beers, I think I deserve a name." The girl smirked at him, looking up at him from underneath her thick eyelashes, sending a jolt down his spine at the heat in her dark eyes.

"Letty," she said. "It's Letty."

"Is that short for something?" Dom asked.

"I didn't realize that we were going to get into a full name basis," Letty grinned at him.

"Well I want to get to know you better," he murmured, reaching out and touching her hair.

"Who said I want to get to know you better?" She smirked. Dom chewed down on his lower lip, bending his face closer to hers, stretching over the table so that their mouths were only inches apart.

"I did," he muttered before their mouths crashed together.

Letty wasn't sure how they made it to the bathroom in the bar, everything after the moment their lips met was a blur. But somehow, they managed.

Their hands and fingers scrambled at each others faces and shoulders as they stumbled into the bathroom. Dom slammed the door shut, flicking over the latch before pushing the Latina against the vanity unit. Her eyes glowed as they parted for a moment, taking each other in. Then their mouths pressed together once more, their tongues attacking one anothers. There was nothing romantic about it, but it was passionate, and they were evenly matched, her fingernails biting into his shoulders through the thin material of his wife beater while his thumbs dug into her hips. He pulled at her shirt, breaking away from her for a moment to tug it over her head before meeting her mouth once more and running his hands up her sides. Her skin was smooth under his touch and she shivered as he ran his hands over her hips and then around to her back, expertly unflicking her bra and letting it drop to the ground, next to her shirt. Letty pulled at his own shirt, pushing it upwards and scratching her fingers over his well-defined abdominal muscles. She backed away from him to pull off his shirt, both of them standing there, naked from the waist up.

"Shit," Letty whistled through her teeth as she took in the man before her. He smirked at her as he reached out to cup one of her breasts.

"Not so bad yourself either, sweetheart," he grunted as he reached back in to kiss her neck. She let out a groan as his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin, sucking it into his mouth. His hands busied themselves with her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, tugging at them, and then dropping his head and drawing one into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Fuck," Letty sighed as she arched her back into him. She fumbled with his belt, trying to concentrate on undoing it but getting distracted from the feeling of his mouth on her breast. He pulled at her other nipple and she felt another rush of wet heat flood the centre of her legs. His belt fell open and she pushed at the jeans, pleased when they pooled at his feet on the ground. He dropped down further, almost at his knees as he left a hot trail from her breast down to her waist where her jeans began. She was almost thrusting her hips against his face when he began to undo the button of her jeans, breathing hot air against her slick bare lips as he pulled down her jeans, followed by her underwear. He pressed two fingers to her lips, parting them, leaving her open to him. She sighed, her thighs clenching, one hand steadying herself against the vanity bench, the other grasping his shoulder. He let out another breath of air against her open sex and quivered underneath him. He let his two fingers drop from her lips and they slid into her, his thumb finding her clit and massaging it. "Oh, fuck," Letty groaned, her voice cracking as his fingers entered her over and over again, pushing her so close to the edge before pulling back out of her.

"Turn around," he said gruffly, straightening up. Letty turned around, gripping the edge of the vanity unit with both hands as he stood behind her. He slapped her ass, hard, and she let out a hiss. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned in her ear, pressing himself up against her back, his erection pressing against the crack of her ass. One of his feet kicked at her right one, spreading her legs further apart, to allow himself easier access. He kissed her shoulder gently, making his way up her neck before biting at her earlobe lightly. She shivered and he pulled away from her once more. Letty heard the tear of the condom wrapper and waited as he sheathed himself. Then he leaned forward, one hand going to her hip while the other slid around to her stomach to push her ass out more. Her whole body tilted forward over the bench, her sex completely exposed to him as he pushed her legs even further apart, and she could feel her arousal dripping down her legs. Then he pushed into her, and she felt a moan rip through her body.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, her hands clenching onto the edge of the bench so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Shit, Letty," Dom growled behind her, fingers digging into her hips so hard there was undoubtedly going to be bruises tomorrow. He didn't move for almost half a minute and while having him fill her made her stretch in a way that set fire to every nerve ending in her body, she needed more friction. She pulled herself forward, and then thrust herself backward onto him, impaling herself on his cock. "Fuck, girl!" He growled again as she made the same movement, tightening her vaginal muscles to clench around him tighter. He met her thrusts, pulling her against him harder and harder. Her legs were shaking but she continued to throw herself backwards to him, feeling herself tipping over the edge as the hand on one hip slid down moved around her clit, pinching it, pressing it down, throwing her off the cliff with a muffled scream as. "Fuck!" Dom growled out ass he came with her, biting down on her shoulder to try and stop himself from shouting out too loud. They stood there, pressed against each other for a good few minutes, catching their breath. Then he pulled out, pulling off the condom and turning toward the toliet to dispose of it. Letty didn't bother cleaning up, she was going straight home afterwards. She pulled her underwear and jeans up, and then clipping on her bra and tugging on her shirt.

"Here," she grinned as she handed him his black briefs. He accepted them with a smirk, sliding into them. She waited until he finished dressing and then raised an eyebrow at the handsome Cuban. "So, I guess I'll be seeing you around?"

"I'm going to call you," Dom had never been more certain of that. There was definitely something special about this girl. "And if you're lucky, I'll show you a 2010 Dodge Challenger I'm remodeling." Letty raised her eyebrows and grinned.

"Bet you say that to all the girls," she joked. Dom couldn't help but return her grin, glad at how easy it was to kid around with her. Then he leaned forward and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth.

"No, pretty eyes," he said. "Just you."

Letty hated school with a passion. She had learnt everything she needed in life from a classroom. Now she just wanted to get out there and be a part of something bigger, something that didn't involve petty girls with manicured nails and bumbling boys with their clumsy pick up lines. But she only had one year left to get through and then she was done. Her father and mother had promised her that they wouldn't push her to go off to University if she could find an apprenticeship and a local garage to become a certified diesel mechanic. So she was going to throw everything she had into the Mechanics class she was taking and then starting looking for part time work about halfway through the year.

She knew what she wanted, and she was so close to getting it.

It was the fifth new high school she had been too, but they were all the same. She pulled her silver Chevrolet Chevelle SS into the parking lot and got out, not paying any attention to the teenagers around her. The boys looked on in admiration, for both the car and for herself, and the girls looked on with a mixture of distaste and jealousy. She ignored them all.

Apart from useless Math and English classes, this was why she hated high school.

The only class she was looking forward to was her Engineering class, and that conveniently fell on the class of the day. She'd already had her ass grabbed three times in the hallways and earned glares from multiple of the 'pretty girls'. She managed to escape from lunch time to go back to her car and have a cigarette. Now she was following the tiny map she had been given by the office lady to find her mechanics class at the back of the school. She walked in, finding a bench at the back of the room and dumping her bag on the floor. Most of the class was boys, except three girls, two who looked like drop outs who probably couldn't get into any other class, and one very butch girl. The class quietened when the teacher walked in, and Letty looked under the table at her phone, flicking through her messages. The teacher began calling out the role, his voice deep and bouncing off the walls. It was actually kind of sexy. She looked up and felt her body run hot and cold.

"Leticia Ortiz?" Her full name sounded just as sexy as when he had said the shortened version. "Leticia?" Then his eyes found her and his face paled.

"Shit," Letty grunted under her breath as her gaze met Dom's.

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