Chapter 2
Liz smiled and Dom sat back and enjoyed the view. Liz stood at 5'8", had brown hair that hung to the middle of her back, brown eyes, and legs that drove him insane. He loved having them wrapped around his waist as he buried himself in her. Their relationship, if you could call it that, had started out as fuck buddies. But over the past few months, things had changed between them.
They were from two different worlds. Liz was a CPA and had the best of everything while Dom had to scrape for everything he had. Sure he had the grocery store and garage, but that wasn't enough to get by with, so to make up the difference, he raced. The money he made from that was more than enough, but it wasn't enough to buy himself a place in her life. There were times like these that he could close his eyes and picture them together, somewhere away from it all. But he knew it was just a dream.
His life was shit and he was doing the best he could with it. His relationship with Letty never ran smoothly and he was starting to think that he'd be better off without her. They had been together for so long that it was more of a security thing than anything else. Each had their share of extra-curricular relationships, but they always came back to each other. Nobody understood it except for Dom and Letty. But there were times, like now, that Dom wished for something different.
Before he realized it, Liz had pulled the car into the garage of her townhouse and shut the door behind them, effectively shutting out the world if just for a few hours. They climbed out of the Eclipse and Liz unlocked the door, flipping the kitchen lights on and throwing her purse and keys onto the bar. She walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a Corona and handed it to Dom.
"You never cease to amaze me, you know that?" he asked while twisting the top off and settling himself on one of the barstools.
"And how do you figure that?" she asked, perching herself up on the stool next to him.
"You don't drink beer but you always have Corona on hand for when I'm here," he says taking a swig from the bottle. "Do you consult a psychic or something to know when I'll be here?"
Liz laughed. "A lady never reveals her secrets. Haven't you learned that by now?"
"What lady?" he jokingly asked. "I don't see a lady," he says, looking around the room.
She shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
Dom swiveled the chair so that he was facing her. "Well, you might not know what you're going to do with me, but I definitely know what I'm going to do with you," he says, leaning into her and brushing a light kiss against her lips. "But first I have to make a phone call," he says, pulling back from her and extracting his cell phone from his jacket.
Leon's cell phone rang and seeing the identity of the caller, he went outside before he answered. "Where the fuck are you, dawg?"
"I'm with Liz. Everyone get away ok? Anybody get picked up?"
"Naw, nobody got picked up. Everyone's here at the house, partying as usual. But dude, I gotta tell you, Letty's pissed as hell that you haven't made it back yet."
"Yeah well, she'll get over it. I'll be back later."
"I got you covered. Later." Leon said and then hung up.
Letty had seen Leon walk outside with his cell phone in hand and figured it was Dom on the other end. She watched Leon's body language and noticed that he was calm, which meant that Dom hadn't been picked up. But where in the hell was he?
Dom snapped his cell phone closed and slid it back into his jacket pocket as he watched Liz walk up the stairs to the bedroom. Standing, he pulled off his jacket, hung it on the back of the barstool and followed her. By the time he made it into the bedroom, Liz was lighting candles all around. He wasn't one to fuss with such frivolities, but when he was with Liz, he didn't mind. Actually, he kinda enjoyed it. Who would have ever thought that tough-guy Dominic Toretto even knew that the word 'romance' existed? He wished he could do things like this, but Letty would laugh his ass out of the bedroom. Dom quickly slammed the door on that part of his life. Here he was somebody different, somebody he yearned to be. Spending time with Liz had shown him that there were other things in life besides cars and racing.
He walked over to where she was lighting the last candle and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him.
"You're spoiling me, you know that?" he quietly said.
Liz smiled and blew out the long match she had been using. "Isn't that why you keep coming back?"
"Maybe," was all that he said. He wasn't about to tell her the real reason he kept coming back. Not yet.
She turned in his arms and ran her hands up his hard chest, loving the feel of his muscles quiver under her touch. Their lips met only for a short time before Dom gently raised her tank-top sweater up and off of her with her bra following. He then reached down to slowly unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the ground where they stood. Sliding his fingers inside the waistband of her thong, he slid it off slowly and joined her skirt on the floor.
Dom pulled back and looked into her eyes. "God baby, you're beautiful," he said before capturing her lips again. Breaking away from him, she crawled onto the bed and watched as he undressed.
He joined her then, covering her body with his, his mouth melding with hers. He kissed her softly, licking his way down her neck, over her chest and onto her breasts where he stopped to lick and suck both nipples, gently squeezing her breasts as he did so.
Kissing his way down her stomach, Dom reached her pussy and Liz arched her back as her body shuddered in anticipation. Slowly Dom licked her clit, sucking it into his mouth, nipping on it gently. He assaulted her like this for a few minutes until she couldn't take it any longer.
Knowing that she was close, Dom rose between her legs as his throbbing cock found the entrance to her dripping pussy.
"Are you ready for this?" Dom asked.
"Always," she breathlessly answered, rubbing herself against his cock.
As Dom slowly entered her, they moaned in ecstasy, loving the feel of their bodies connected this way. He started to pump himself into her, feeling her walls clench around his hardness. Their pace quickened as Liz began bucking her hips against his, meeting his every thrust, his every move.
"Oh baby, don't stop! Please don't stop!" she pleaded.
She pulled her left leg up and braced it against his shoulder, allowing him to drive deeper inside of her.
"Oh fuck," he said, feeling his cock swell and his balls tighten. He drove himself into her as hard as he possibly could, knowing she loved it this way.
"Oh yeah baby, that's it," she said, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm spread through her body. "Fuck me like that!" she screamed.
That's all Dom needed. His body tensed and he shot his load deep inside her.
As their bodies slowly recovered, he pulled her into his embrace and held her close. A little while later, they both drifted off to sleep together, but not before Liz noticed that something was different about Dom tonight.
A few hours later Dom called for a cab and went back to the parking garage to pick up his car. Arriving back at his house, he found the party in full swing.
Letty met him on the porch. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Out," Dom answered as he walked by her, or at least tried.
She grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him. "I'm sick and tired of your shit Dom."
"Yeah, well get over it," he replied, pulling his arm from her and walking into the house.
Leon saw him come in and made his way over to where Dom was standing.
"Glad you could make it," he said laughing.
Dom looked back at the door to where Letty was standing and watching them with a scowl on her face, and then turned back to Leon.
"Should've stayed where I was. At least there I was happy," he commented and walked towards the kitchen to grab a beer.
A few minutes later, Dom felt Letty's presence behind him. He didn't want a scene, but he knew that the shit was about to hit the fan.
"Who is she?" Letty asked.
"Leave it alone, Letty," Dom said, tipping the bottle back and taking a long draw.
"No Dom, I won't leave it alone," she says walking into the kitchen. "I'm sick of your shit. I'm sick of you walking all over me like this."
He pinned her with his stare. "Yeah, well now you know how I feel most of the time."
"Get over yourself Dom," she said leaning back against the kitchen counter. Then it dawned on her who he had been with. "Man, what has this bitch put into your head? You know how we are. THIS is how we are. We fuck up and we come back, end of story."
"No Letty, that's how we USED to be. But not any more. I'm tired of this, of putting each other through hell because we can't be happy together. You know as well as I do that what we have is not a relationship. I want something else."
"No, you want HER!" she screamed.
He walked over and stood directly in front of Letty, grasping the beer bottle in his right hand and lifting his index finger away from the bottle, pointing it at her. "You leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with it. Right now I want to be by myself so I can figure out just what in the hell I do want!"
Letty didn't believe him. "You've changed over the past few months, Dom. She's changing you, pulling you away from the team, pulling you away from me!"
Normally Letty couldn't care less about who he fucked, but this had gotten out of control. She had seen Liz around the races and had watched the way she and Dom tried to act as if nothing was going on, but she knew. Letty had asked around about Liz and what she found out she didn't like. She was everything Letty wasn't. She was educated and had a career, where as Letty was a high school drop-out and worked odd-jobs here and there.
"Think whatever you want Letty. This is the way it's going to be," he said before walking out the back door, leaving Letty standing alone in the kitchen.
Dom went out to the garage and collapsed on the sofa that had doubled as his bed for more nights than he cared to remember. He was tired of Letty, he was tired of the constant parties, and he was tired of being a nobody. Being with Liz had showed him a different kind of life, a life that he wanted. But no matter how many times he tried to figure out how to get it, he always came to the same conclusion. He couldn't. He hated being torn between duty to your family and friends and wanting something completely different. He drank the rest of his beer and stretched out on the couch, falling asleep with thoughts of Liz on his mind.
The next morning Dom walked back into the house only to be disgusted by the mess that greeted him. This was just one more aspect of his life that he hated. Once, just once, he would like to walk into his house and not have pizza boxes and empty beer bottles littering the place. He continued on through the living room and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom.
Mia met him in the hallway on her way to the bathroom.
"Where'd you end up last night?" she asked.
"On the couch in the garage," he said, stretching his cramped muscles.
"That's not what I'm talking about. Where did you disappear to after the race?"
Dom smiled but didn't say a word as he made his way to his bedroom, looking forward to a couple hours of shut-eye in his bed. Opening the door, he couldn't believe what he saw.
Letty was in bed, in HIS bed, and she was not alone. He couldn't tell who the guy was because his face was turned away from him, but he knew that it was one of Tran's thugs. He recognized the dragon tattoo on his right arm.
Fury spread through Dom like a wildfire. He wanted nothing more than to beat the bastard to a bloody pulp, but decided against it because that's exactly what Letty would have wanted. She'd want him to make a big deal about it and he was tired of playing games. Deciding that he just didn't give a rat's ass anymore, he grabbed a bag, threw some clothes into it, and left Letty and her latest victim in bed. But before he left the room, though, he left something so Letty would know that he had been there. Taking the silver bracelet off of his wrist, he laid it on the nightstand so she'd see it. She had given it to him a few years ago and he'd never taken it off, until now. He wanted nothing that reminded him of her. He was through with this chapter of his life.
Liz smiled and Dom sat back and enjoyed the view. Liz stood at 5'8", had brown hair that hung to the middle of her back, brown eyes, and legs that drove him insane. He loved having them wrapped around his waist as he buried himself in her. Their relationship, if you could call it that, had started out as fuck buddies. But over the past few months, things had changed between them.
They were from two different worlds. Liz was a CPA and had the best of everything while Dom had to scrape for everything he had. Sure he had the grocery store and garage, but that wasn't enough to get by with, so to make up the difference, he raced. The money he made from that was more than enough, but it wasn't enough to buy himself a place in her life. There were times like these that he could close his eyes and picture them together, somewhere away from it all. But he knew it was just a dream.
His life was shit and he was doing the best he could with it. His relationship with Letty never ran smoothly and he was starting to think that he'd be better off without her. They had been together for so long that it was more of a security thing than anything else. Each had their share of extra-curricular relationships, but they always came back to each other. Nobody understood it except for Dom and Letty. But there were times, like now, that Dom wished for something different.
Before he realized it, Liz had pulled the car into the garage of her townhouse and shut the door behind them, effectively shutting out the world if just for a few hours. They climbed out of the Eclipse and Liz unlocked the door, flipping the kitchen lights on and throwing her purse and keys onto the bar. She walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a Corona and handed it to Dom.
"You never cease to amaze me, you know that?" he asked while twisting the top off and settling himself on one of the barstools.
"And how do you figure that?" she asked, perching herself up on the stool next to him.
"You don't drink beer but you always have Corona on hand for when I'm here," he says taking a swig from the bottle. "Do you consult a psychic or something to know when I'll be here?"
Liz laughed. "A lady never reveals her secrets. Haven't you learned that by now?"
"What lady?" he jokingly asked. "I don't see a lady," he says, looking around the room.
She shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
Dom swiveled the chair so that he was facing her. "Well, you might not know what you're going to do with me, but I definitely know what I'm going to do with you," he says, leaning into her and brushing a light kiss against her lips. "But first I have to make a phone call," he says, pulling back from her and extracting his cell phone from his jacket.
Leon's cell phone rang and seeing the identity of the caller, he went outside before he answered. "Where the fuck are you, dawg?"
"I'm with Liz. Everyone get away ok? Anybody get picked up?"
"Naw, nobody got picked up. Everyone's here at the house, partying as usual. But dude, I gotta tell you, Letty's pissed as hell that you haven't made it back yet."
"Yeah well, she'll get over it. I'll be back later."
"I got you covered. Later." Leon said and then hung up.
Letty had seen Leon walk outside with his cell phone in hand and figured it was Dom on the other end. She watched Leon's body language and noticed that he was calm, which meant that Dom hadn't been picked up. But where in the hell was he?
Dom snapped his cell phone closed and slid it back into his jacket pocket as he watched Liz walk up the stairs to the bedroom. Standing, he pulled off his jacket, hung it on the back of the barstool and followed her. By the time he made it into the bedroom, Liz was lighting candles all around. He wasn't one to fuss with such frivolities, but when he was with Liz, he didn't mind. Actually, he kinda enjoyed it. Who would have ever thought that tough-guy Dominic Toretto even knew that the word 'romance' existed? He wished he could do things like this, but Letty would laugh his ass out of the bedroom. Dom quickly slammed the door on that part of his life. Here he was somebody different, somebody he yearned to be. Spending time with Liz had shown him that there were other things in life besides cars and racing.
He walked over to where she was lighting the last candle and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him.
"You're spoiling me, you know that?" he quietly said.
Liz smiled and blew out the long match she had been using. "Isn't that why you keep coming back?"
"Maybe," was all that he said. He wasn't about to tell her the real reason he kept coming back. Not yet.
She turned in his arms and ran her hands up his hard chest, loving the feel of his muscles quiver under her touch. Their lips met only for a short time before Dom gently raised her tank-top sweater up and off of her with her bra following. He then reached down to slowly unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the ground where they stood. Sliding his fingers inside the waistband of her thong, he slid it off slowly and joined her skirt on the floor.
Dom pulled back and looked into her eyes. "God baby, you're beautiful," he said before capturing her lips again. Breaking away from him, she crawled onto the bed and watched as he undressed.
He joined her then, covering her body with his, his mouth melding with hers. He kissed her softly, licking his way down her neck, over her chest and onto her breasts where he stopped to lick and suck both nipples, gently squeezing her breasts as he did so.
Kissing his way down her stomach, Dom reached her pussy and Liz arched her back as her body shuddered in anticipation. Slowly Dom licked her clit, sucking it into his mouth, nipping on it gently. He assaulted her like this for a few minutes until she couldn't take it any longer.
Knowing that she was close, Dom rose between her legs as his throbbing cock found the entrance to her dripping pussy.
"Are you ready for this?" Dom asked.
"Always," she breathlessly answered, rubbing herself against his cock.
As Dom slowly entered her, they moaned in ecstasy, loving the feel of their bodies connected this way. He started to pump himself into her, feeling her walls clench around his hardness. Their pace quickened as Liz began bucking her hips against his, meeting his every thrust, his every move.
"Oh baby, don't stop! Please don't stop!" she pleaded.
She pulled her left leg up and braced it against his shoulder, allowing him to drive deeper inside of her.
"Oh fuck," he said, feeling his cock swell and his balls tighten. He drove himself into her as hard as he possibly could, knowing she loved it this way.
"Oh yeah baby, that's it," she said, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm spread through her body. "Fuck me like that!" she screamed.
That's all Dom needed. His body tensed and he shot his load deep inside her.
As their bodies slowly recovered, he pulled her into his embrace and held her close. A little while later, they both drifted off to sleep together, but not before Liz noticed that something was different about Dom tonight.
A few hours later Dom called for a cab and went back to the parking garage to pick up his car. Arriving back at his house, he found the party in full swing.
Letty met him on the porch. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Out," Dom answered as he walked by her, or at least tried.
She grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him. "I'm sick and tired of your shit Dom."
"Yeah, well get over it," he replied, pulling his arm from her and walking into the house.
Leon saw him come in and made his way over to where Dom was standing.
"Glad you could make it," he said laughing.
Dom looked back at the door to where Letty was standing and watching them with a scowl on her face, and then turned back to Leon.
"Should've stayed where I was. At least there I was happy," he commented and walked towards the kitchen to grab a beer.
A few minutes later, Dom felt Letty's presence behind him. He didn't want a scene, but he knew that the shit was about to hit the fan.
"Who is she?" Letty asked.
"Leave it alone, Letty," Dom said, tipping the bottle back and taking a long draw.
"No Dom, I won't leave it alone," she says walking into the kitchen. "I'm sick of your shit. I'm sick of you walking all over me like this."
He pinned her with his stare. "Yeah, well now you know how I feel most of the time."
"Get over yourself Dom," she said leaning back against the kitchen counter. Then it dawned on her who he had been with. "Man, what has this bitch put into your head? You know how we are. THIS is how we are. We fuck up and we come back, end of story."
"No Letty, that's how we USED to be. But not any more. I'm tired of this, of putting each other through hell because we can't be happy together. You know as well as I do that what we have is not a relationship. I want something else."
"No, you want HER!" she screamed.
He walked over and stood directly in front of Letty, grasping the beer bottle in his right hand and lifting his index finger away from the bottle, pointing it at her. "You leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with it. Right now I want to be by myself so I can figure out just what in the hell I do want!"
Letty didn't believe him. "You've changed over the past few months, Dom. She's changing you, pulling you away from the team, pulling you away from me!"
Normally Letty couldn't care less about who he fucked, but this had gotten out of control. She had seen Liz around the races and had watched the way she and Dom tried to act as if nothing was going on, but she knew. Letty had asked around about Liz and what she found out she didn't like. She was everything Letty wasn't. She was educated and had a career, where as Letty was a high school drop-out and worked odd-jobs here and there.
"Think whatever you want Letty. This is the way it's going to be," he said before walking out the back door, leaving Letty standing alone in the kitchen.
Dom went out to the garage and collapsed on the sofa that had doubled as his bed for more nights than he cared to remember. He was tired of Letty, he was tired of the constant parties, and he was tired of being a nobody. Being with Liz had showed him a different kind of life, a life that he wanted. But no matter how many times he tried to figure out how to get it, he always came to the same conclusion. He couldn't. He hated being torn between duty to your family and friends and wanting something completely different. He drank the rest of his beer and stretched out on the couch, falling asleep with thoughts of Liz on his mind.
The next morning Dom walked back into the house only to be disgusted by the mess that greeted him. This was just one more aspect of his life that he hated. Once, just once, he would like to walk into his house and not have pizza boxes and empty beer bottles littering the place. He continued on through the living room and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom.
Mia met him in the hallway on her way to the bathroom.
"Where'd you end up last night?" she asked.
"On the couch in the garage," he said, stretching his cramped muscles.
"That's not what I'm talking about. Where did you disappear to after the race?"
Dom smiled but didn't say a word as he made his way to his bedroom, looking forward to a couple hours of shut-eye in his bed. Opening the door, he couldn't believe what he saw.
Letty was in bed, in HIS bed, and she was not alone. He couldn't tell who the guy was because his face was turned away from him, but he knew that it was one of Tran's thugs. He recognized the dragon tattoo on his right arm.
Fury spread through Dom like a wildfire. He wanted nothing more than to beat the bastard to a bloody pulp, but decided against it because that's exactly what Letty would have wanted. She'd want him to make a big deal about it and he was tired of playing games. Deciding that he just didn't give a rat's ass anymore, he grabbed a bag, threw some clothes into it, and left Letty and her latest victim in bed. But before he left the room, though, he left something so Letty would know that he had been there. Taking the silver bracelet off of his wrist, he laid it on the nightstand so she'd see it. She had given it to him a few years ago and he'd never taken it off, until now. He wanted nothing that reminded him of her. He was through with this chapter of his life.
