Part IV

"To us." Letty announced, raising her champagne flute. Hobbs, Elena, Tej and Ramsey raised theirs as well.

"To us." They repeated. Dom raised his glass, nonchalantly, a moment later than the rest of them, but didn't drink when they did. He was more focused on the short brunette in the middle of the small circle.

"Great job, guys. Get some sleep."

"Thanks, Let."

After stealing the three-million-dollar car, the crew took different routes to end up in a new warehouse in a section of town that Dom had never been before. Tej had pulled a bottle of Moët champagne from the backseat of his car.

Letty watched Dom as he watched her. She hadn't taken a sip of champagne either. He was also acutely aware that her gaze lingered on specific parts of him. The parts that were hardening before her very eyes. Electricity crackled in their air between them, until Letty turned away, smirking. She downed the glass of champagne and handed her glass back to Tej who quickly took it.

"Enjoy, mi familia." She told them before pointedly looking at Hobbs. "Hobbs."

He nodded, determined. "Done."

The brunette slid her hands into the front pockets of her pants and she started towards the door, her ponytail swinging behind her.

"Later, Let." Elena called to Letty's retreating form. Letty turned, walking backwards, and gave Elena a faux salute before turning back on her heels and leaving the warehouse.

"Hey, Dom. Another round?" Tej asked, holding up the bottle of champagne.

Was this it? Had they accepted them into their innermost circle?

He wanted to run after Letty. Kiss her senseless. Let her slap him if he caught her off guard.

But how could he refuse this? A new team of people who were just like him; modern day Robin Hoods, stealing from the rich and giving to… well themselves.

"Sure." He replied and drank the glass of champagne before joining the group again.

2:45AM

He was there.

She could feel him.

And honestly, it'd be a lie if she said she hadn't been waiting up to see if he'd be bold enough. She sat up in bed and pushed the covers off of her, the sudden chill causing goosebumps to spring up along her arms and legs. Climbing out of bed, she silently padded down the short corridor from her bedroom to the open living room and dining room layout. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and her senses went into overload.

Just as he reached out for her, she reached for him, blocking his hand, but grabbing his arm. Her ankle went around his and before he knew it, his back was on the floor and she was straddled over him.

"Gotta be quicker than that." She told him. He gripped the oversized t-shirt she wore and pulled, bringing her lips to his.

Funny, she thought, he thinks he's in charge here.

She had to be sure that he knew who really held the upper hand. She pulled away quickly. This wasn't romance. This was pure animalistic lust. The man was built Ford tough and she was going to push him to his limits.

In a fury of motions, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out. He did the honors of pulling her panties to the side and when she sank down onto him, the pair sighed in relief. Slowly, she rose and fell onto him, wanting to feel every perfect inch of him. She fit him like a glove and it took everything in both of them not to explode within the first few strokes.

She teased him. Coming up until he had almost completely left the warmth of her body before slamming back down, wrenching her muscles around him. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingernails into her thighs.

He'd play this game with her…

...for now.

She wanted to meet her match. That much was obvious. And his arrogance was nothing if not willing to show her that she had.

Pressing his palm on the soft skin just above her clit, he held her there with one hand while the other wrapped around her waist, holding her just perfectly.

And then he used his lower body strength to furiously pound upwards into her. His cock drove harshly into her and they both moaned loudly. Expletives quickly followed as they both tried their hardest not to come. Slamming downwards to meet his thrusts, Letty dug her palms into his chest.

But when he shifted his thumb down to rub on her clit, her eyes squeezed shut and she knew what was coming next.

Spurts of liquid flooded from her pussy and she cried out loudly, praying it would stop.

But it didn't. Twice more it happened and on the third time, he lifted her completely, pulling out of her, and came with her, jets of come hitting her stomach.

They panted heavily and switched positions quickly, neither giving the other a chance to stop this. With Dom behind her and her knees digging into the hardwood floor, Letty gritted her teeth and took everything he gave her.

Bunching up her shirt and using it as a makeshift bridle, Dom pounded into her from behind, lost in his own animal lust. He tested her limits by using his free hand to strike her left ass cheek. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her muscles squeezed around his manhood. A chill ran down his spine and he knew this was it for him. Smacking her ass once more, he waited for her muscles to tighten again. They did.

"Fuck." He groaned. Thrust for thrust, Letty kept up with his pace, her ass slapping loudly against his pelvis. Neither wanted to be the first to come, but when he slapped her ass for the third time, Letty could feel herself reaching her peak.

And he knew.

"Give it to me." He growled.

"No." She replied through gritted teeth.

"Give. It. To. Me." He repeated, this time spanking her to punctuate every word.

But it was too much. It backfired. Her pussy clenched him so tight, his eyes closed and he shouted his climax, coming hard.

Letty followed him over, laughing deliriously.

She'd won.

His body went limp and he pulled out of her. They fell against the hardwood floor together, panting. His hand rested against her back, rubbing it softly.

But that was too much for her. Too intimate. She rose from the ground, her naked body bathed in moonlight.

"I'm sure you know the way out." She said before sauntering down the hallway.

A door closed and he heard the shower cut on.

He blinked and then rested his head against the cold floor again. He felt… used.

But he liked it. He liked her.

"Fuck."