(Dom's POV)

I pulled up to the house in the RX-7 about an hour after Leon and Letty came home. There was hardly any space for my car, so I pulled it into the driveway leading to the garage. I shut the door, locked my car, and headed down the driveway and up the front walk to the front door. I stood on the stoop for a minute or two. For the first time in my life, I was scared to see my family. I was scared to see Leon, after him bailing on us; I was scared to see Mia, because of the way I left her crying a few hours earlier; most of all, I was scared shitless to see my Letty.

Had her looks changed? Had she met someone else? Or did she screw every cute Hawaiian surfer dude she saw? The thought angered me. I conjured up images in my mind that made me shudder. She probly let some punk Hawaiian kid, named Leilano or Kahuna or went by the nickname of "Big John", fuck her in the back of a dorky Saab just so she could borrow his surfboard for the day. I allowed the images to stay with me as I pushed open the front door.

I let myself inside and heard laughter coming from the kitchen. I shut the front door quietly and made my way to the kitchen. They were all standing around the kitchen, drinking Coronas. Mia was drinking Sprite. When I stood in the doorway, everyone fell silent. I glared at Leon.

"What're you doin' here?" I growled. Leon turned pale. I let a slow smile creep across my face. Leon caught on about my joke and let out a relieved sigh, the color returning to his fuzzy cheeks. We all started laughing, booming, loud guffaws that shook the room.

"C'mere and give me a hug, asshole," I barked. Leon jumped up and threw his arms around me and clapped me on the back.

"How've ya been, Dom?" Leon asked. He rubbed the top of my stubbly head.

"At the garage a lot. Was there just now finishing up some paperwork," I said. I kissed Mia on the cheek, a silent apology for running out on her earlier. She smiled at me. I did that guy handshake thing (that's what Mia and Letty call it) with Vince and Jesse.

"You wanna beer?" asked Vince. He held out a Corona. I took it and began gulping it down. When I finished it a few seconds later, I began looking around the kitchen and looked behind me into the living room. Jesus, where was that girl?

"She's upstairs, dawg." Leon said quietly, reading my mind. I nodded and set down the empty bottle. I headed out of the kitchen, removing my shirt on the way, leaving me in boxers and baggy blue jeans. It was so hot outside AND in the house. I reminded myself to tell Mia to call up the air conditioning guy in the morning.

As I walked up the stairs, the stupid surfer dude images that had been with me earlier were suddenly flying out the window. I felt nothing but fear, apprehension, about how Letty was going to react to me being upstairs with her. My hands shook and my heart began to beat at a feverish pace. My palms were sweaty and I could barely make it up the stairs quietly without my knees going weak. I made it to the bedroom door without collapsing. Funny, I know. Me? Dominic Toretto? Scared shitless about something? It was a new side of me that had evolved from after the heists. I'd have to look into that. I hoped Letty wouldn't EVER find out that I slept with some t- shirt of hers and her pillow.

I heard music the second I reached the door. Some kinda surfer music or somethin', I guessed. I recognized it as that band Sublime, who sings about getting wasted all the time. It wasn't that loud, though. It was floating through me and Letty's partially opened bedroom door. I smelled something different, too. Like coconuts or something. I stepped up to the door and looked inside. I didn't see Letty, just some empty boxes lying around and a lit candle on the dresser. That silly music filled the room. I quietly pushed open the door, stepped cautiously inside, and shut it. I sniffed deeply. I realized that the candle was coconut scented. Bad-ass Letty had turned our bedroom into a Hawaiian Tiki hut.

A very dark-skinned girl with long, straight black hair came into view. Her hair was so black that it seemed almost purple. It was shiny. She was wearing only a lacy black bra and matching black bikini underwear that seemed to make her brown skin glow. Letty. Holy shit. She had bigger.everything. Her ass was bigger and her tits were bigger. How.why.I couldn't form sentences. She had on a hemp necklace and was singing along with the music. She was so beautiful, so exotic-looking that I had too look away from her for a second or else my eyes would turn into ashes. She no longer looked like skinny, don't-fuck-with-me-I-have-permanent-PMS Letty Rodriguez that helped Vince and Leon and I hijack a truck in a dirty wife beater and ugly pants. And what was with that underwear? I was baffled.

She knew I was standing there. She had to have known. She didn't turn around or acknowledge me, but I knew for a fact that she sensed me. Letty has that sixth sense about her. My presence is so overpowering to her. After all, she's known me for fourteen years. She knows me deeper than she knows herself, and vice versa. Letty is the only person that I have ever allowed to know me that way.

She had been bouncing and swaying to the music, and continued to do so, her hips dipping and sinking into the rhythms of the song. At one point in the song the music jumped and she dropped to the floor and slapped the cool terra cotta tiles beneath her. She bounced back up and continued to sway, her body taking on familiar motions that reminded me of.damn, my pants were getting too tight.

I tiptoed up behind her, making sure not to make a sound. I placed my hands low on her bare hips; they were warm and slightly damp from sweat. They seemed to burn my sweaty hands. She continued to dance, twisting and swaying and turning me on. She also continued to ignore me; she was so wrapped up in the music. I pulled her against my half naked body. She sighed heavily, resting her sweaty body against my chest and continuing to sway. Her long hair stuck loosely to my damp chest. I moved my hands to the front of her hips and moved with her. Her hips still dipped and twisted against my crotch, making my pants even tighter. I watched them over her shoulder. I loved her hips; they were made for sex. Yeah. Could sink into any rhythm, fast or slow.

"Letty." I whispered, surprising myself with how deep my voice was and how horny it sounded. Since she still had her back to me, she leaned her head back against my shoulder and sighed again.

"Yeah, Dom?" she mumbled, her voice heavy with desire.

"You move like.like sex when you dance," I mumbled. She grunted, low in her chest. I'd never heard her grunt like that before. It was very sexy. I turned her around with my hands and brought them up to the tops of her arms. The song ended and a new one began, but this time Letty didn't start to sashay around the room like Christina Aguilera or somethin'. I ran my fingertips down her arms until they left a wake of goose bumps. I stared into her big black eyes.

"I haven't." Letty began.

"Me, neither." Letty raised her eyebrows at me. Almost like she didn't believe me, but I knew she did. I pulled her closer to me and bent to kiss her. She responded immediately, her arms curling around my neck and her lips opening for me to taste the inside of her sweet mouth.

"God, Dom." Letty murmured against my lips. She began to run her hands over my upper body, across the muscles that lay within. She loved to do that. I picked her up, a little surprised at how much heavier she was than before when I used to do that.

"You're a little chubby there, Lett," I whispered. She nodded, somewhat ashamed of her now ghetto booty.

"Too many coconuts," she whispered back, smiling, her voice still heavy with desire. I carried her over to our king-sized bed, which was strewn with clothing and other odds and ends. I laid her down and placed her head on her pillow. I gently removed her black lacy underwear, wondering where she got such a sexy garment. I asked her about it.

"Leon bought them for me in Hawaii."

"Leon?" I asked.

"Yeah, he didn't see me in them, though." Letty smirked.

"Mmmm," I grunted, pleased at having the task to remove the pretty things. I whisked off the lacy bra, which I had seen before, and tossed the two, although pretty, unwanted items to the side of the bed. I gaped at the sight before me.

Now, Letty had always been a blessed woman, but God blessed her WAY too much after she left. I wondered what happened to her.

"Lett, you didn't get a boob job, did you?" I grumbled to her, while running my hands up and down her sides. I knew the answer to that, glad that Letty wasn't the type to want to mutilate herself with silicone.

"No, Dom. I'm on the Pill now. The Pill does that to your tits."

"Soooo, no more condoms?" I whispered huskily.

"Nope."

"Fuck, yeah." I groaned, a low rumble that began deep in my massive chest. I began to kiss her again. After a minute, she began to pull at my pants to get me to take them off. I slid them off and soon, I was as naked as she was. When I slid into her, she was so tight and wet and.oh, God. I shuddered.

I fucked Letty kinda hard; I hoped she didn't mind. I wanted to last for a long time, though I knew it would be hard. This whole no-condom thing was mind blowing. I had to hold myself back from busting two minutes after we started because I was so sex starved. After I thought of ballets and operas for, like, the fifth time, Letty began to go wildcat on me. She started clawing at my back and shit, purring and growling and needing her own release.

"Shit, Dom." I felt her tighten up and relax, then tighten up and relax. Finally she tightened up and I felt her come beneath me. She began to scream my name over and over until her spasms stopped. Fuck, the girl was loud. I'm pretty sure everyone downstairs knew what we were up to. She kept going, though. She kept moving until all of my seed had spurted inside of her core. I came pretty hard, grunting and groaning loud enough to wake the dead. I must have said her name over and over like, eight times. Damn.

I collapsed on top of her. She didn't protest. I knew Letty liked to feel my weight on top of her after we had sex. After awhile, though, she nudged me to roll off of her. When I rolled over, she immediately snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her.

"Welcome home," I grumbled, my voice deep and heavy with exhaustion. It was nearly one in the morning. Letty smiled against my chest.

"I love you, Dom," she told me.

"I love you, too." I breathed in, smelled her wonderful Letty smell and thanked God I could hold her again. It was almost as if she never left.