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Dom woke suddenly, violently. He hadn't had that nightmare in close to one year. Every time it was the same, his father walking out of the crushed car, telling him that he had failed him before dying in his arms. It left him sweating and so fucking sad that he wanted to bang his head against the wall just to get the imprint of it out of his mind.

He rose, not considering the ramifications of his actions, and walked to Letty's door. He didn't even knock, just put his hand on the door. He wasn't so dense that he didn't realize that after the other night just one more night would be excessive.

Suddenly the door opened and Letty was standing in front of him. She was wearing a pair of white lace panties, the kind that pretended to cover her ass but really ended at the swell of her behind, and a tight white baby tee. Her hair was down her back in crazy waves. She looked like she could barely keep her eyes open, "what?"

"How did you know," he whispered, not wanting to wake Mia or Vince, who slept in the attic.

She shrugged, "couldn't tell you. I was just about to go check the house out, something was wrong."

"Do you usually check the doors in your underwear," he asked. That was a novel thought; Letty roaming around in her underwear. And so far he had to admit the woman had some sexy underwear.

"Well generally I'm the only one around to notice," her smart ass reply almost made him smirk. He probably would have smirked too if it wasn't so fucking weird; Letty standing half naked in front of him. Was this new? Or had he just never paid attention to anything except her smart mouth?

"Well I'm here now, I'll go with you," it wasn't an offer that she could turn down and they both knew it.

Letty sighed heavily, intentionally conveying her displeasure. It had been three days since Dom had fucked those two race whores. If she had any doubt that he had banged them then hearing them giggle and speak in hushed tones in the bathroom afterward would have proved her wrong. He'd fucked them both and very well apparently.

"Fine," she would have offered to put on shorts but he'd made too big of a deal out of it with his long assessing perusal of her body. They made their way down the stairs Dom first, not because he thought he was better than her, but because he wanted to protect her in case someone was waiting. The thought made her smile, she could protect herself. She had protected herself for countless years before ever even meeting Dom.

Together they moved from the back of the house to the front, both locks were in place. Dom watched as she pulled the blinds shut to cover the living room window. She put one knee on the couch and bent forward to yank them into place. He watched the muscles under her softness ripple. He thought about this logically. If he took everything off the table and thought of her as just a woman she would be pretty damned close to perfect. Beautiful, intelligent, stacked, and a deep love for anything on four wheels. He bet she fucked like a wild woman. He bet that she could make love so leisurely that it could last for hours.

"How's your bruise," his voice was low and so deep that it almost vibrated the air around them.

She turned, noticed where his attention was and shrugged, "turning a nice yellow. I get the stitches out on Friday morning."

He nodded, he would remember that and ask Mia to go with her. She rose and looked him in the eyes, "this could get stupid real quick."

"I think it got stupid last Saturday morning," he replied.

"Agreed. So you should probably keep your eyes on mine because it looks like you have a," she paused dramatically, "growing problem."

Dom didn't have to look at his briefs to know he was sporting a semi-erection. He also didn't need to look at Letty's body to remember what it had felt like touching it. This was strange indeed. He could take a few steps and press his body in on hers, let her know who was boss. But how would they rebound from that? Things would never be the same again. They couldn't be.

So he didn't take the few steps. Letty studied him in his wife beater and briefs. He was walking sex. His muscles were firm, she could imagine running her fingers over them again. She could imagine settling over him the first time and riding him into euphoria. She took a step forward, arched one eyebrow, and smirked, "I told myself that I wouldn't do this. I told myself that we would never get back to normal if I did."

"Do what," his voice deepened again, his body hummed with anticipation.

She put her hands on his chest, gently took hold of the collar of his wife beater and ripped it down the middle. She smirked again, "we'll get back to normal," she promised.

Dom nodded but didn't speak. He'd had his fair share of women but he had never been manhandled. It turned him on immensely. If she was so certain that this would be nothing then who was he argue? Letty had her own mind. She wouldn't turn into one of those needy hoes. And God knew he wouldn't turn into one of those kiss asses.

He pulled her to him roughly, his hand on her behind. He pushed his other hand through her hair and was about to taste her again, finally, when the lights came on. Letty tried to jerk away, an instant response. His response was to pull her even closer.

Jesse surveyed the two of them, his mouth opened slightly when he noticed Dom's ripped wife beater, then he finally shook his head. He turned the light back off and spoke to no one in particular as he made his way to the kitchen muttering, "...completely innocent."

"I end up in my bed, you end up in yours," Letty told him. He nodded his assent. Letty took his hand and led the way up the stairs. He followed her as she walked toward his bedroom but suddenly stopped. She turned to look at him through the darkness, "you fucked that trash in here the other night?"

"I washed the sheets," he replied. He wasn't going to lie, not to Letty.

"Do I need to ask you if you're clean," she asked.

"I will always protect you."

They didn't bother to turn on the lights. Letty grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss and he had to admit that she tasted good. He pulled her body close to his again and deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue into her mouth to get a better taste. Her hands began to roam his body, stroking, and shocking him with small scratches. As usual now one hand kneaded one perfect ass cheek. Breaking the kiss for only one moment Dom stripped Letty's shirt off. She groaned, probably from the pain it caused in her shoulder but continued.

She pushed him toward the bed and as he sat down she went lower. She kissed his collar bones, licked a fiery path down his chest to the waist band of his briefs. He had hardened so painfully that he didn't think he could move without shattering. Letty leaned back suddenly looking at him with lusty eyes. His eyes roamed over her and appreciated the sight. Thank God he hadn't known that her tits were so perfect or he never would have been able to stand seeing her in those work shirts.

"Take off your briefs and sit back down," she commanded.

He wasn't a man who said no to a woman in this type of situation. If she wanted him naked he would do his best to accommodate her. When he did as she asked Letty grinned, "Oh boy, are you gonna come!"

Dom swallowed hard, he believed her. His fingers slid over the skin of her tight belly. He felt her quiver, knew his touch affected her as much as hers did him. She tortured him with well placed suckles and hot nips. She grazed her nails all over and finally put her mouth over him.

The first suckle made him groan out loud, deep and masculine, as he pumped his hips up. She smiled up at him, his cock still in her hands, "you taste delicious."

The only response he was capable of was, "yeah."

She laughed and then got back down to business. It wasn't that he'd never had a blow job it was that it wasn't just a blow job. When he was on the brink of coming she would pull back, massage him, kiss him, nibble on him. Finally he groaned, "put me out of my fucking misery Let."

Letty maneuvered Dom into standing and pushed him against the wall before returning to her knees. He understood that this wasn't a position Letty was in often although he wasn't dumb enough to believe it was her first time, she was just too damned good. He knew that this time she was going send him over. He noticed her free hand snake between her own legs and moaned as she suckled him once more. That took him over. His balls tightened, he felt himself swell, and finally he released everything in him to this one woman. He heard her moan as she took herself over a moment later.

She rose after sucking him into a latent softness. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he lifted her closer so he could kiss her. She sighed into his kiss and smiled, "good night Dom."

Dom couldn't believe she was leaving after that. She hadn't even asked for anything in return. It took a moment for that thought to settle in even as he heard her bedroom door shut. He had just realized they hadn't even had sex.

XOXO

Dom woke promptly at seven thirty which was his schedule. He didn't need an alarm, like his intuition, his wake up call was engrained within him. As he pumped the weight set in the garage he went from lazy satisfaction to disgruntled. He hadn't so much as licked her nipple. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a satisfying sexual encounter or the last time he had gotten his pleasure and the woman involved hadn't. Now she probably thought he was a selfish lover. Fuck.

"So Jesse had a strange dream last night," Vince began as he began to prepare the bench beside Dom.

Dom's response was a deep rumble in his chest. Leon spotted Vince and they shared a look before he continued, "said that you and baby girl were in the living room in your underwear practicing foreplay."

"We both went to check out the house at the same time. We both happened to be in our sleep attire."

"Doesn't explain the foreplay," Vince reminded him.

"You guys should mind your own business," Dom warned. He pumped hard without another word for thirty more minutes before Mia called out that breakfast was ready.

The guys sat down waiting for whatever Mia put on the table, real food or cereal, it didn't matter much. Mia looked toward the stairs and yelled, "Letty, breakfast. Move it or lose it!"

There was some loud crashing and a few choice cuss words before Letty came down the stairs. Wearing cut off jean shorts and a black baby tee that showed off her newest belly button ring. Dom almost groaned he wanted to taste that belly button so badly.

"The new chrome pistons come in today," Letty told them all, which meant, hello, good morning, today is going to be a good day. She didn't notice until halfway through her cereal that the boys were staring at her. She sat back, "what now?"

Jesse smiled, "I never could keep a secret."

"You didn't see anything," Letty huffed.

"I saw you close to naked, Dom with a ripped wife beater, both of you with your hands on-"

Leon cut him off with a smirk, "the cookie jar, so to speak."

"I fell, he caught me, I accidently ripped his shirt. Like I said before Dom and I don't fuck."

Dom didn't say a word, didn't give up anything with his expression. She was being very cavalier. Which was exactly how he expected Letty to be. Damn it but she was good at this shit. He didn't like hiding from their team. He didn't like that he was going to take extra care because she part of his team. He also didn't like he was fast approaching saluting status just because he got a huge whiff of her scent. God damn, pheromones were strong as shit.

"Letty gets her stitches out of on Friday, Mia. Do you want to go with her," he asked.

"I would but I have orientation," Mia replied apologetically.

"It's okay girl, I can go alone," Letty replied.

Dom shook his head no, "I'll take you. You won't be in any shape to drive."

Letty knew she was being watched by everyone, knew they would gauge her reaction and then make their decisions about what transpired the night before. She shrugged, "okay."

Jesse seemed deflated, Leon still watched quietly and cautiously, Vince grinned, "tried your luck and failed old friend?"

"Let's get to work, knuckleheads," Dom rose and the boys followed him out.

Letty knew Mia was looking at her so she tossed her hair back and met her eyes, "what?"

"Nothing," Mia grinned, "nothing at all."