A/N: I'm baaaaack. All I'll say is thank you to everyone who has something kind to say about this story and I appreciate you guys sticking through to this long awaited update. (honestly, Amazon . com, who ships a laptop charger from Thailand). Also: isn't funny how every negative comment writers on here receive is from an anonymous 'guest'? Meanwhile, here's...
Chapter Twenty
Two years ago
Dominic had turned his back for three minutes and eleven seconds exactly. He had busied himself with setting his phone up on the complimentary iDock radio. He tapped his phone a few times, then a button on the dock itself and suddenly the room was immersed in the slow sounds of TLC warbling on about a red light special. When he turned back around Letty's back was to him and she was slipping her long hair over her right shoulder, wordlessly permitting him to unzip the red dress that made her body look like the devil, itself.
In three short steps, he was behind her, his hands slowing tugging down the zipper that started just above her ass. There was a moment of silence as the criss-crossed pattern uncrossed over her head and every inch of the fabric fell into a crimson pool at her feet.
A sharp inhale from Dominic as his eyes made their way from the red pumps past her black (barely there) panties and up her bare back.
"Letty," he breathed, reverence drenching his words. Gracefully, she turned and looked Dominic dead in his eyes.
"I am... so in love with you." There was that exaltation when he spoke to her. Pure love and admiration evident in seven words.
Letty's eyelashes fluttered and her heart race quickened at his tone of voice. While it wasn't the first time that he'd professed his love for the Latina, it was the first time that he'd been so... transparent about it.
One step and she was directly in front of him; her fingertips slipping under the shoulders of his suit jacket and sliding it from his frame. Much like her dress, it fell to the floor, followed by the white button-up shirt he wore. When her hands pulled his black leather belt from the loops of his dress pants, Dom took it from her. Letty's eyes cautiously lifted from his hands, up his strong chest and to his brown irises. Her breath caught in her throat at the intensity that they held. With her hands trailing down his torso, Letty slowly slid to her knees. Dom's eyebrows shot up as he looked down at her.
This was... highly unlike the brunette. Whilst she unbuttoned his pants, he couldn't help but wonder if she was really about to do what he thought she going to. And even when she pushed down his pants and Calvin Klein boxers briefs, she pondered the motive behind her undressing him. But, all became clear when she took his length into her soft, warm palm and leaned forward to place the sweetest kiss to his shaft.
He smirked as a lightbulb went off in his mind.
"I told you I didn't have sex with her."
Letty's eyelids fluttered and she had the sense to look a little ashamed, her cheeks gaining a slight tinge of pink, just before she began her sincerest apology. Dom won an internal battle, struggling to keep his eyes open. He wanted to see Letty as she worked magic upon his with just the use of her mouth. And just before he thought he'd fill her stomach with his seed, he pulled her away and brought her to stand at her full height.
His lips found her; each kissing the other madly, desperately. Two months of raw emotion spilling into each other, hoping the message came through loud and clear.
"I'm in love with you, too." Letty whispered into their next kiss.
And as Lloyd began to serenade a nameless woman about it being the year of the lover over the iDock's speakers, Dominic started walking forwards, effectively forcing Leticia to retreat backwards until the back of her thighs hit the bed.
"You left me." He said, simply. His voice was dark and filled with something that Letty couldn't quite put her finger on. Dark, was the best way to explain it. His eyes burned as he lifted her petite body and lie her on the bed. He pulled at one of her wrists, raising it above her head. "And you said you'd never leave me."
"Dom..." She tried, only to be cut off.
"That's unacceptable." He looped the belt around her left wrist, tightening it until it was almost painful, but enough that she wouldn't lose circulation. "And I think you need to be taught a lesson." He secured her other arm beside its companion before sitting up and admiring his own handywork.
"You don't own me, ya know." She told him, daring to be sassy in her current position. "I told you before, I'm not your submissive."
"I don't want to own you, Letty." Dom chuckled. "Besides, I don't think God, himself, could tame you."
She gave him a small, victorious grin that fell from her face the moment Dominic pulled the heels from her feet and tossed them on either side of the bed. Yanked her panties down and off, tossed them over his left shoulder. And before she knew what was happening, his strong hands had pushed her knees up and he buried his head between her thighs. Taking her entire mons into his mouth and sucking... hard.
Letty cried out at the unexpected, yet extremely welcome intrusion. The Cuban then alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue over her hardened clit to dipping his tongue inside of her wet core. As deep as he could go. She wanted nothing more than put her hands atop his head and push his face harder against her sex. She groaned in frustration and pure pleasure as he pushed three fingers into her sopping wetness before wiggling them to and fro against her walls.
"Oh god!" Her eyes closed and her back arched, unabashedly off of the bed. Her hips rocked of their own volition. The harder Dominic's fingers pushed into her, the more firm his tongue licked and mouth sucked on her clit. Her breathing quickened and her moans were coming with every thrust of his fingers. That peak was so very close. Until it wasn't.
"No!" She protested. Dom sat up, kneeling between her spread legs.
"First lesson: don't ever leave me again." He commanded. "Understood?"
"Y-yes."
"I can't hear you."
"Yes! Dom-."
Dom leaned forward, grabbed hold of her hair with one hand and stroked himself with the other.
"Pill?" He whispered into her mouth just before he kissed her again. When he pulled back, Letty's eyes were apologetic and she shook her head.
"Damn it, Letty. I have to feel you around me."
"So, feel me." She whispered back. Her cuffed hands yearned to hold his face in place while she kissed him deeply.
"I want to come inside of you. I need to."
Her eyes closed and goosebumps prickled her skin, hardening her nipples and making her needy center clench. All at the command of his words.
"So, come inside of me."
Dom slowly slid the tip of himself inside of her, his teeth clenching. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I do." She pushed upwards, taking a little more of his hardness inside of her. A soft mewl tumbling from her lips. She didn't know what she was saying. Letty was at the height of her career; she hadn't thought seriously about having kids. But in that moment, her clarity clouded by lust, love, Ralph Lauren cologne and Dominic Toretto, Letty only knew that she wanted him. Forever.
Dom knew better as well. But as he sank inside of Leticia Ortiz, there was nothing that he could do to keep himself afloat. She fit perfectly around him, all hot, tight and drenched. Like companioned puzzle pieces, they were, falling into place to create a beautiful picture.
In and out, Dominic pushed into her and pulled out. Letty moved her hips to meet his thrusts. They made love slowly. Kissing frequently, only stopping to moan or call out the other's name. And then Dom steadily began to up his pace as he began to feel his own orgasm building. And it was nothing but pleasure for Letty, they way he knew her body inside and out.
He pinched her sensitized nipples with either of his hands when he circled his hips.
"Fuck!" She groaned. "Again."
And so he did it again. And once more before he began a punishing rhythm. And then stopped. It was not only to deny her yet another blissful orgasm, but it was to quell his rising one as well.
"Second lesson: don't run because you're afraid of your feelings for me." He breathed into her mouth. "Understand."
"Yes!" She yelled at him, her eyebrows furrowing. The little edge of cliff that she'd been coasting on was slowly falling away again.
"Are you angry? Frustrated? Confused?" He asked, condescendingly.
"Yes." She told him, her voice wavering.
"That's how I felt when you left me."
Letty's eyes met his and she could see nothing but emotion in them. Oh, how she longed to touch his face. "So did I."
Slipping as deep inside of her as he could, Dom kissed her lips again. "Keep your eyes open. I need to see you."
She did. With one hand holding her waist and the other gripping her neck gently, he began another fast rhythm, giving his everything to Letty. They were both beginning to feel the sweet pressure of release by friction when the brunette, still gazing into his soul shocked the life out of Dominic.
"Marryme," panted Letty. Dominic's stride faltered and the grip he had on her neck slackened. But his impending orgasm heightened.
"What?" He breathed, incredulously.
Letty pushed her hips upwards onto his length, involuntary kegals trapping him inside of her.
"Marry me." She repeated. A quick moment of silence before Dom exerted an animalistic growl through gritted teeth before grabbing her hips and pounding into her. Letty's mouth remained open in a silent scream that never came until she did. Dominic right behind her.
His limp body fell onto hers and Dominic lazily unbuckled the belt that kept her hands from roaming his body. And they held onto one another tightly.
"Yes." He said into her neck.
"Yes?" Letty replied, wanting to make sure they were on the same page.
Dominic lifted his bald head and looked her in the eyes. "Yes. I'll marry you."
Present day
The conference room of the Waldorf-Astoria was an oval soundproof encasement with a long glass table in the center and six chairs spaced evenly along its sides and two at either ends. Naturally, Dominic Toretto sat at the head of the table, his fingers steepled, one ankle crossed over a knee and his head leaned against the back of the cushioned swivel chair. To his right sat his lovely wife of nearly two years, Leticia Ortiz-Toretto and her partner in crime. To his left, Elena Neves sat looking confident, yet mousy at the same time. What on Earth was he going to do with these three women?
"Obviously, we're all here because of secrets."
Letty replied, "And lies."
"Lies by omission." Elena added just before Gisele input:
"And betrayal."
"Okay, I got it." Dom interrupted them. "So, I think it's time we got everything out into the open. Clear the air, so to speak."
"What? Are we going to have confession?"
"Well, Letty, we both know I'm no priest."
"That's for damn sure. You're a lying, cheating bastard."
"Letty." Gisele softly commanded, putting her hand on her best friend's arm. "Give him a chance. He's still your husband."
Dominic's eyebrows went up; he'd always had a teammate in Gisele. She gave everyone she met the benefit of the doubt.
"Let's start from the beginning, then, shall we?" Elena offered.
"First, I never cheated on you, Letty. I slept with Gisele during a vulnerable time. You had broken up with me, left me. And then I saw how you hugged Hobbs at your birthday party and I guess I was just-."
"Jealous?" Gisele suggested.
"Angry?" wondered Elena.
"Weak?" Letty purred icily.
"Yes! Fine, all of the above." Dom acquiesced. "But, I didn't cheat on you. I could never cheat on you. I didn't know about Sebastian until about six months ago."
Letty gasped lightly and her body tensed. It was the first time that she'd heard the child's name out loud. Sure, she'd seen it on the birth certificate, but even she hadn't been bold enough to speak it. Gisele squeezed her forearm reassuringly.
"So, why not just tell me? Why keep it a secret for so damn long?"
"Look, I had to get answers just like you did. And there are some things that I still don't know. Elena came to six months ago because she needed help. She told me that she was sick and needed the money for a few procedures. I simply sent her the money through the research foundation that she'd started."
"He didn't know it was for Sebastian." Elena interjected. "I just wanted to give my son the best possible treatment and care that I could. And I knew Dominic would help. I started my research foundation for suffering children, whether it be organ failure, cancer, severe anemia, sickle cell, or what have you. And I was able to use some of that money to help with Sebastian's bills and procedures."
"What's wrong with him?" Letty asked, genuinely concerned.
"Both of his kidneys have failed due to severe sickle-cell disease." Elena replied. "I would give him one of mine in a heartbeat, but I only have one. I gave one of mine to my father, who had sickle-cell. He died a year ago."
Letty remembered Dominic had gone to the funeral; Elena was still a cop in Los Angeles. After the funeral, she moved, though Letty hadn't a clue where. Until now.
"About a month ago, Sebastian's second kidney failed and I knew I had to do something," continued Elena, "so, I told Dominic. About Sebastian. Believe me, I didn't want to. I am more than happy raising him alone. But he needs a kidney from a blood relative. And Dominic is it."
"Allegedly." Gisele added. Letty subtly elbowed her best friend's arm to shut her up.
"But I had an embargoed deal pending with-."
"NASCARkids." Letty supplied. "Yes, I know."
"And I promised Elena I'd be there as soon as the deal closed. But I hadn't expected that when I came home from celebrating the closing, my wife would be on the couch, papers spread in front of her."
"What I don't understand is why you tried to force me to stop looking into the money. It was going to a good cause, a good charity foundation."
"Letty, you're such a Good Samaritan. You love giving, especially to charities. But I also know you, rather intimately. You're my wife for god's sake. If you found out I was giving money to a charity founded by Elena, you would have blown a gasket. Or burst a blood vessel. You know about my past with Elena and you would certainly have not been too happy about me funding her charity." Dom replied, honestly.
And while Leticia hated to admit it, he was right. Elena had taken Dominic's virginity, shuffled his heart around like a stack of papers and made him become to womanizing player he'd been before he met Letty. She didn't like Elena. And she knew how Dominic felt about Luke.
Oh, god, Luke! Throughout her little tirade, she forgot that it was a two-way street. She'd had sex with Luke while she and Dominic were on a break. Albeit it didn't result in an alleged love child, but Letty knew she couldn't keep it from her husband.
Elena looked at her watch, "Well, I've got to get back to my son. Dominic, the paternity test is scheduled for tomorrow morning at nine."
Dominic gave a firm nod as Elena stood from the conference table, gathering her Hermes handbag. "Leticia, Gisele."
"Elena." The two women responded in unison.
Once the Brazilian exited, Gisele looked back and forth between husband and wife. Dom was staring intently at the powerpoint projector screen across the room. And Letty was uncharacteristically picking at her nails. Gisele nodded her head and stood also.
"Well, I am going to the spa. I think you two should talk." And with that, she took her leave.
Dom turned to look at his wife. "Letty, I-."
"I slept with Luke," she blurted out.
That silenced Dominic, but he continued staring at the side of her head. She refused to look at him, choosing instead to scratch at a Windex streak on the table.
For a full minute the quiet of the room was deafening.
"When?" Dom demanded.
"My birthday party. The same night you-."
"I know what I did, thanks." He cut her off. Letty nodded slowly.
"We'll talk at dinner tonight." The CEO told his wife, coolly. "I don't want to say anything right now that I can't take back later."
Again, Letty nodded.
"Come, Leticia." He stood and Letty cleared her throat, picking up her handbag. She led the way towards the heavy glass door of the conference room, pausing before she started to open it. Dominic beat her to it, holding the door open for her to exit.
He was still a gentleman, after all. She was still his wife. And he was still her husband. They'd gotten through a difficult day without the word 'divorce' tumbling from anyone's lips.
At the end of the day, that was a victory in itself.
Up Next: Wedding in the past. Dinner in the present.