Chapter 44 - Coyote brings home a stray
Vince watched them go and smirked. Dom was a lucky man. Vince gave his head a mental shake for thinking of Torrie like that. But Dom had a girl who loved him to go home with at the end of the night. Vince had a seemingly endless string of skanks who in a lot of cases were still just using him to see how close to Dom they could get. He'd have to start looking for a girl for himself. But every time he thought that he'd see Mia with Brian and he knew his odds of finding a girl as perfect for him as Mia were slim to none. He got so mad at fate sometimes for sending two women into his life that he'd love to be with then making one of them his best friends little sister and the other his best friends girl. And neither of them interested in him. Not that he still had any interest in Torrie, but he had at first, but Dom got her, just like he got all the girls he wanted.
He played a riff on his guitar and as he stopped strumming he saw girl he'd never seen before. She was standing on her own in the kitchen looking sort of scared. He had no idea who she was. He decided to find out. He got up, set his guitar down and started for the kitchen. He pushed the same blonde skank that was always in the way out of his path and walked into the kitchen. He nonchalantly got a Corona out of the fridge and twisted the top off. He casually walked in the direction of the new girl and then pretended to look in the cabinet closest to her. He came out with cookies and looked at them. Well, he'd offer the girl a cookie. He knew that was stupid, but he was sorta drunk and it was the best he was gonna do.
"Hey, want a cookie." He was such a moron, he internalized his head shake and smiled at the girl.
"Sure." She said with a timid smile and took on of the cookies out of the bag. "So do you always go to parties and root in the cupboards?" She asked. Vince almost didn't hear her, she wasn't a loud speaker.
"Naw, I live here. If I wanna eat, I gotta eat here." Vince said with a smile.
"Oh. I see. So you know these guys pretty well then?"
"Yeah, I'm Vince by the way. I been Dominic's friend since elementary school. So how'd you end up here? I don't know you from around. I normally know everyone."
"I came with a friend. I've never been to racing before, and certainly never been to a party like this." The girl looked around, Vince could tell she was both slightly afraid and overwhelmed.
"You'll be alright. We're nice people." Vince tried to reassure her. "You wanna drink?" He moved a little closer to her. He didn't know if he was imagining it or if she really did look scared when he got close to her.
"I'm sure I'll be fine and I'd love a drink. But not beer please, anything else." She didn't drink beer. Made her sick.
"Not beer.I'll see what I can manage." Vince came back with one of Mia's Snapple. "I can put it in a glass with something for ya."
"No, this is fine. Thanks." The girl opened the juice and took a big drink of it. She was nervous and it made her throat dry.
"So you know I'm Vince, what's your name?" Vince knew she was really scared of something but he didn't know what. It wasn't him. He could tell that it wasn't him, but it was something.
"Oh, my name's Christina, but you can call me Chris." She looked around the room again. Vince wondered who she was looking for, or trying to avoid.
"You wanna go for a walk?" Vince wanted to talk to her somewhere where she might not be so nervous.
"I better not. I'm supposed to wait for my friend here." Chris didn't want to piss her boyfriend off. She knew what'd happen if she did.
"Really? So do you miss him, or are you scared of him. I can tell you keep looking for someone. My only question is are you missin' him or scared he's gonna come in here, see you talkin' to me and get pissed at you." Vince knew he'd hit the nail on the head when she blanched.
"I don't know what you mean." She tried to front with him, tried not to let on how right he was.
"You know who I am girl, if you're scared of this guy you should tell me. I can take care of you. I don't put up with guys who hit girls. I just don't do it. If he's givin' you reasons to be scared of him I'll give him a few reasons to be scareda me." Vince didn't hold with guys who beat on women. He'd seen too much of it in his own house and in Letty's to ever take knowing that a guy was beating on a woman half his size and not do anything. Something about this girl made him want to look out for her.
"Oh it's nothing like that." Chris wasn't going to admit to a stranger that her boyfriend hit her. She saw her boyfriend James come into the kitchen. His clothes were all askew. She knew he'd been fucking a skank, he was always fucking a skank. He also knew she knew what he'd been doing. He was rubbing her nose in it. He'd take her home now and force himself on her. She was scared both of what he'd do to her and that someday he was going to catch something from the whores he cheated on her with and give it to her.
Vince saw the look of terror come across her face and looked around to see who was new. He saw this dude Dom knew called James walk into the kitchen. Arrogant little fuck he was. He brought his car around the garage all the time. He thought he was an awesome racer but he wasn't really and he couldn't even put in his own wrench time. He had to pay someone to do it. So this little girl got stuck with James. No wonder she was scared. James seemed like just the type to pick on someone smaller then himself. He was the kind of guy who was only suited to a strong woman who'd give back harder then James could give it out. But Vince didn't know what he could do if the girl insisted on saying everything was fine. "I can tell how scared you are of James you know? He brings his car to Dom. I know what kind of asshole he is. Why are you with him if you're terrified of him?"
Chris figured she had a few minutes before James spotted her, she was sort of behind Vince. "Well, I've been with him for years. He wasn't always," she shuddered, "the way he is now. He was nice. But I moved to California against my parents wishes and they told me quite frankly if I left I could never go back. So when he turned on me I had no where else to go. Plus he told me what would happen if I ever left him." She shuddered again. She wondered why this guy gave a fuck. He had a beautiful girlfriend already. Chris had seen her. Flawless skin, hair as black as sin, beautiful figure. Why would Vince have ever picked Chris out of the crowd to talk to?
"Well, leave him and go anywhere else girl. You shouldn't stay with a guy like that just because you think you couldn't do better."
"Why do you care man? Besides that isn't your girlfriend going to be jealous of you talking to me?"
"I care because I hate to see anyone pick on someone half their size and I don't have a girlfriend." Vince glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Who was the gorgeous creature with the black waterfall of hair and big green eyes then?" Chris sounded catty but she hated guys who played around on their girls and thought no one knew, or even worse didn't care who knew.
Vince laughed. "That gorgeous creature is Dominic's girlfriend and like a little sister to me."
"Oh." Chris answered in a small voice. She glanced at Vince like she was scared he was going to be mad.
"Yeah, Oh. I'm a free man. Unlike your little homeboy over there who's obviously just had sex with a skank and is now looking to claim you. Likes to rub your nose in it right?" She looked away from him. "You know I'm right. Leave him and I'll help you out."
"He told me if I ever left him he'd kill me." She squeaked out. She'd never admitted it to anyone before. Her parents thought she was having the time of her life because she had too much pride to tell them the truth but she knew they'd be so disappointed in her. She knew in the back of her mind that they'd have taken her back if she'd levelled with them and admitted she needed help to break away.
"Well, he won't kill you if I kill him." Vince growled. The little punk told her he'd kill her. "Leave him tonight and I'll take carea you." Vince wasn't sure if fate was laughing at him for his insults earlier in the evening or if he was just sorry for the little chick with her dreary cloths and limp hair. He'd bet she'd be real pretty if she was cleaned up and wearing clothes that fit her. He'd also bet the asshole she dated kept her looking like this so she'd think she couldn't do better and she was lucky to have him.
Chris stood up straighter. If she let Vince help her leave James tonight then she could run back home to her mom and dad in a day or two and James would never be the wiser. She felt the will to fight James for the first time in a long time. "Ok. If you'll help me I'll leave him."
"Good girl." Vince smiled. The punk had spotted them and was heading there way.
"Hey Vince." James slurred. Not only had he been sleeping around he was drunk too. Vince smiled to himself, this was gonna be easy.
"Hey punk." Vince used his old faithful insult.
"Punk? Is that any way to talk to a guest?" James was an arrogant prick, Vince had him pegged right.
"A guest who was just leaving." Vince added and took the other man by the arm.
"I don't know what your damage is Vince, but I'll leave, I just need my bitch and I'll go." James made a grab for Chris.
"What'd you call her?" Vince growled out.
"My bitch. I'm not leaving without my bitch."
"Oh yes you are. The lady decided she's put up with enough of your shit." With that Vince picked 'the punk' up by the scruff of his neck and tossed him out the back door. "You need to learn how to address a lady and don't ever come back here again." Vince slammed the door and turned to Chris. "See, easy." He smiled. "How 'bout we get Mia to hook you up with something clean you can wear to bed and you can sleep in the spare room." Chris looked at him like he had two heads. "What?" He asked.
"I've been stuck with that guy for two years and you tossed him out of my life in two minutes and it didn't even involve a fight." She was flabbergasted. If she had known James was that much of a pussy under it all she would have left him long ago.
"Well, like I said, he's just a punk. He's the kind of guy who goes after the sweet slightly naïve girls because he knows he can dominate them pretty easily. Come on, you look tired. Mia'll take good care of you." Vince walked Chris gently off to find Mia. She looked kind of stunned. Vince found Mia and told her only that Chris was going to stay awhile and that she needed to be shown the spare room and lent something to wear for the night. Chris looked embarrassed and Mia didn't ask for more details in front of her. Mia lead her off with a gentle smile. Mia was a gentle soul. She'd take good care of the girl. Vince wondered if he really liked Chris or if he liked the thought that she needed him to protect her.
It had been part of what had drawn him to Mia. She was such a girly girl and Vince and Dom both had been forever standing up for her against this bully and that bully. Vince enjoyed being her champion till he realized all he was ever going to be was her brother's friend who looked out for her. But he could tell that Chris really needed someone. He found himself wanting to be that someone. He'd have to see where it went considering they'd just met. Mia came down about 20 minutes later and told him that Chris was asleep in the guest room and demanded the whole story. Once Vince had told her she hugged him and told him he was a nice guy. Then she went to find Brian and go to bed herself.
Torrie and Dom were oblivious to the drama unfolding downstairs, and to how their team had grown a new, if temporarily member in the short 30 minutes they'd been gone.
"Dom if you keep doin' stuff like this to me I'ma be dead before I turn 23." Torrie panted, still out of breath from the activities she'd been engaged in only minutes before. "At least I'll die happy." She sighed and flopped back onto her pillow.
"Yeah, well, I'm the old one. And I do most of the work." Dom smirked.
"Oh yeah, well, since you're so old and seemingly running out of stamina I guess I need to find someone younger to satisfy my considerable needs." Torrie made to get out of the bed.
"Oh no you don't. I've got all the stamina you need." Dom growled.
"Well, you said you do all the work and it sounded like a complaint so I guess I need to get you a rocking chair and find a younger man for myself." She tried to keep a straight face while she went to get up again. Dom grabbed her and set her sitting on him.
"Why don't you just take a turn doing most of the work huh? Easier then finding another boy as nice and fine as me. All the girls want me so I must be good for something." Dom looked serious. Torrie threw back her head and laughed, her hair tickled his bare thighs.
"Oh Dom. All the girls don't want you. They want the allusion of Dom the superstar. One day with Dom the perfectionist grease monkey and they'd run for the hills. I'm the only one likely to put up with your shit. Besides that, all the guys want me. You're the lucky one."
"Now who's being cocky?" Dom said, looking hurt that she burst his bubble about all the girls wanting to be with him. "Besides, look at this chest, these arms. You know I'm fine." Dom grinned.
"Look at that bald head and big ol' nose too." Torrie laughed. She hoped he knew she was just playing. "Perfection is this tummy and these legs." She ran her hand over her tummy.
"Look at that pale skin and.and."Dom couldn't come up with any other play insults. "Aw hell, who'm I kiddin'? You're perfect." He put his hand on her stomach and marvelled at how his dark skin contrasted with her milky white skin that wouldn't tan no matter how much time she spent in the sun. She looked down and his hand on her stomach. His fingers flexed and then he trailed his hand down to her hip and put his other hand on her other hip. He quickly moved her and bit her gently on the tummy. "In fact I think you're good enough to eat."
"Dom. Don't start. We need to go back to our guests." Torrie moaned in her throat over what he was now doing to her skin with his tongue.
"Fuck our guests, we're busy."
20 minutes later Torrie groaned and slid off Dom onto her stomach on the bed. "I'm dead I think. Oh man."
"See, it's hard to be the one to do all the work isn't it." Dom stated and grinned. He was one happy boy right now.
"No." She said. He could tell she was lying.
"I'm not saying it's not fun Torrie, just that it's hard work." He chuckled. "Now I suppose we should go downstairs and make sure the house is still in one piece."
"I guess." She sighed. She didn't want to get up.
"You could just stay here and build up some strength for when I come back in a few minutes time." Dom suggested with one eyebrow raised.
"Not again. You really will kill me."
"Naw, you're young remember?" She playfully slapped at him.
"Go check your house." She sighed and pulled a pillow under her head.
"Ok, but I'll be back in 10 minutes or less, and I want one of those backrubs when I get back. I deserve one after all the work I've done today." Dom laughed when she just flipped him off without looking at him. He pulled on his kaki pants and a wife beater and headed downstairs. He found Leon and gave him a very satisfied smile.
"How's it goin' Leon?"
"Fine, although not as good as your night went I'd have ta guess."
"You know I don't think anyone's night went as well as mine." Dom grinned even bigger.
"Lucky bastard." Leon laughed, he wasn't jealous of Dom, he was happy being he carefree bachelor, he was just teasing.
"Where's V.?" Dom asked. Vince had a talking to coming to him about encouraging Torrie.
"Well, now Dawg, that's a long ass story."
"Why?"
"Well, that idiot James has a girlfriend." Leon started.
"Really? But he always does like three skanks when he comes to these parties." Dom said with a frown.
"Yeah, and it seems he always beats his girlfriend too. She was in the kitchen and Vince started talkin'to her and he came to find out what was goin on. Then James came in and he had obviously just fucked a skank. Vince convinced her to leave him and then kicked James out. The girl's asleep in the guest room and Vince is lookin' at her with this puzzled look on his face like he doesn't know why he wanted her for or what he's gonna do wit her now that he has her." Leon chuckled.
"Nice of you all to ask me before you moved someone into my guest room." Dom shook his head. They were his team, of course they'd just done what they wanted. They wouldn't be his team if they didn't. He sighed but in a good natured way. He loved his team the way they were.
"Hey we asked Mia." Leon defended himself. The two friends kicked out the stragglers and then headed to bed.
Torrie was dead to the world asleep on her stomach, still naked from their earlier activities. Dom just shook his head. If he'd hoped to be with her again he knew now it wasn't happening. He crawled into bed and was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow. It'd been a long day, if a good one, and tomorrow was promising to be just as activity filled if Vince had brought home a new stray. Dom couldn't be mad about that. It was just what he'd done to the team with Torrie.
Vince watched them go and smirked. Dom was a lucky man. Vince gave his head a mental shake for thinking of Torrie like that. But Dom had a girl who loved him to go home with at the end of the night. Vince had a seemingly endless string of skanks who in a lot of cases were still just using him to see how close to Dom they could get. He'd have to start looking for a girl for himself. But every time he thought that he'd see Mia with Brian and he knew his odds of finding a girl as perfect for him as Mia were slim to none. He got so mad at fate sometimes for sending two women into his life that he'd love to be with then making one of them his best friends little sister and the other his best friends girl. And neither of them interested in him. Not that he still had any interest in Torrie, but he had at first, but Dom got her, just like he got all the girls he wanted.
He played a riff on his guitar and as he stopped strumming he saw girl he'd never seen before. She was standing on her own in the kitchen looking sort of scared. He had no idea who she was. He decided to find out. He got up, set his guitar down and started for the kitchen. He pushed the same blonde skank that was always in the way out of his path and walked into the kitchen. He nonchalantly got a Corona out of the fridge and twisted the top off. He casually walked in the direction of the new girl and then pretended to look in the cabinet closest to her. He came out with cookies and looked at them. Well, he'd offer the girl a cookie. He knew that was stupid, but he was sorta drunk and it was the best he was gonna do.
"Hey, want a cookie." He was such a moron, he internalized his head shake and smiled at the girl.
"Sure." She said with a timid smile and took on of the cookies out of the bag. "So do you always go to parties and root in the cupboards?" She asked. Vince almost didn't hear her, she wasn't a loud speaker.
"Naw, I live here. If I wanna eat, I gotta eat here." Vince said with a smile.
"Oh. I see. So you know these guys pretty well then?"
"Yeah, I'm Vince by the way. I been Dominic's friend since elementary school. So how'd you end up here? I don't know you from around. I normally know everyone."
"I came with a friend. I've never been to racing before, and certainly never been to a party like this." The girl looked around, Vince could tell she was both slightly afraid and overwhelmed.
"You'll be alright. We're nice people." Vince tried to reassure her. "You wanna drink?" He moved a little closer to her. He didn't know if he was imagining it or if she really did look scared when he got close to her.
"I'm sure I'll be fine and I'd love a drink. But not beer please, anything else." She didn't drink beer. Made her sick.
"Not beer.I'll see what I can manage." Vince came back with one of Mia's Snapple. "I can put it in a glass with something for ya."
"No, this is fine. Thanks." The girl opened the juice and took a big drink of it. She was nervous and it made her throat dry.
"So you know I'm Vince, what's your name?" Vince knew she was really scared of something but he didn't know what. It wasn't him. He could tell that it wasn't him, but it was something.
"Oh, my name's Christina, but you can call me Chris." She looked around the room again. Vince wondered who she was looking for, or trying to avoid.
"You wanna go for a walk?" Vince wanted to talk to her somewhere where she might not be so nervous.
"I better not. I'm supposed to wait for my friend here." Chris didn't want to piss her boyfriend off. She knew what'd happen if she did.
"Really? So do you miss him, or are you scared of him. I can tell you keep looking for someone. My only question is are you missin' him or scared he's gonna come in here, see you talkin' to me and get pissed at you." Vince knew he'd hit the nail on the head when she blanched.
"I don't know what you mean." She tried to front with him, tried not to let on how right he was.
"You know who I am girl, if you're scared of this guy you should tell me. I can take care of you. I don't put up with guys who hit girls. I just don't do it. If he's givin' you reasons to be scared of him I'll give him a few reasons to be scareda me." Vince didn't hold with guys who beat on women. He'd seen too much of it in his own house and in Letty's to ever take knowing that a guy was beating on a woman half his size and not do anything. Something about this girl made him want to look out for her.
"Oh it's nothing like that." Chris wasn't going to admit to a stranger that her boyfriend hit her. She saw her boyfriend James come into the kitchen. His clothes were all askew. She knew he'd been fucking a skank, he was always fucking a skank. He also knew she knew what he'd been doing. He was rubbing her nose in it. He'd take her home now and force himself on her. She was scared both of what he'd do to her and that someday he was going to catch something from the whores he cheated on her with and give it to her.
Vince saw the look of terror come across her face and looked around to see who was new. He saw this dude Dom knew called James walk into the kitchen. Arrogant little fuck he was. He brought his car around the garage all the time. He thought he was an awesome racer but he wasn't really and he couldn't even put in his own wrench time. He had to pay someone to do it. So this little girl got stuck with James. No wonder she was scared. James seemed like just the type to pick on someone smaller then himself. He was the kind of guy who was only suited to a strong woman who'd give back harder then James could give it out. But Vince didn't know what he could do if the girl insisted on saying everything was fine. "I can tell how scared you are of James you know? He brings his car to Dom. I know what kind of asshole he is. Why are you with him if you're terrified of him?"
Chris figured she had a few minutes before James spotted her, she was sort of behind Vince. "Well, I've been with him for years. He wasn't always," she shuddered, "the way he is now. He was nice. But I moved to California against my parents wishes and they told me quite frankly if I left I could never go back. So when he turned on me I had no where else to go. Plus he told me what would happen if I ever left him." She shuddered again. She wondered why this guy gave a fuck. He had a beautiful girlfriend already. Chris had seen her. Flawless skin, hair as black as sin, beautiful figure. Why would Vince have ever picked Chris out of the crowd to talk to?
"Well, leave him and go anywhere else girl. You shouldn't stay with a guy like that just because you think you couldn't do better."
"Why do you care man? Besides that isn't your girlfriend going to be jealous of you talking to me?"
"I care because I hate to see anyone pick on someone half their size and I don't have a girlfriend." Vince glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Who was the gorgeous creature with the black waterfall of hair and big green eyes then?" Chris sounded catty but she hated guys who played around on their girls and thought no one knew, or even worse didn't care who knew.
Vince laughed. "That gorgeous creature is Dominic's girlfriend and like a little sister to me."
"Oh." Chris answered in a small voice. She glanced at Vince like she was scared he was going to be mad.
"Yeah, Oh. I'm a free man. Unlike your little homeboy over there who's obviously just had sex with a skank and is now looking to claim you. Likes to rub your nose in it right?" She looked away from him. "You know I'm right. Leave him and I'll help you out."
"He told me if I ever left him he'd kill me." She squeaked out. She'd never admitted it to anyone before. Her parents thought she was having the time of her life because she had too much pride to tell them the truth but she knew they'd be so disappointed in her. She knew in the back of her mind that they'd have taken her back if she'd levelled with them and admitted she needed help to break away.
"Well, he won't kill you if I kill him." Vince growled. The little punk told her he'd kill her. "Leave him tonight and I'll take carea you." Vince wasn't sure if fate was laughing at him for his insults earlier in the evening or if he was just sorry for the little chick with her dreary cloths and limp hair. He'd bet she'd be real pretty if she was cleaned up and wearing clothes that fit her. He'd also bet the asshole she dated kept her looking like this so she'd think she couldn't do better and she was lucky to have him.
Chris stood up straighter. If she let Vince help her leave James tonight then she could run back home to her mom and dad in a day or two and James would never be the wiser. She felt the will to fight James for the first time in a long time. "Ok. If you'll help me I'll leave him."
"Good girl." Vince smiled. The punk had spotted them and was heading there way.
"Hey Vince." James slurred. Not only had he been sleeping around he was drunk too. Vince smiled to himself, this was gonna be easy.
"Hey punk." Vince used his old faithful insult.
"Punk? Is that any way to talk to a guest?" James was an arrogant prick, Vince had him pegged right.
"A guest who was just leaving." Vince added and took the other man by the arm.
"I don't know what your damage is Vince, but I'll leave, I just need my bitch and I'll go." James made a grab for Chris.
"What'd you call her?" Vince growled out.
"My bitch. I'm not leaving without my bitch."
"Oh yes you are. The lady decided she's put up with enough of your shit." With that Vince picked 'the punk' up by the scruff of his neck and tossed him out the back door. "You need to learn how to address a lady and don't ever come back here again." Vince slammed the door and turned to Chris. "See, easy." He smiled. "How 'bout we get Mia to hook you up with something clean you can wear to bed and you can sleep in the spare room." Chris looked at him like he had two heads. "What?" He asked.
"I've been stuck with that guy for two years and you tossed him out of my life in two minutes and it didn't even involve a fight." She was flabbergasted. If she had known James was that much of a pussy under it all she would have left him long ago.
"Well, like I said, he's just a punk. He's the kind of guy who goes after the sweet slightly naïve girls because he knows he can dominate them pretty easily. Come on, you look tired. Mia'll take good care of you." Vince walked Chris gently off to find Mia. She looked kind of stunned. Vince found Mia and told her only that Chris was going to stay awhile and that she needed to be shown the spare room and lent something to wear for the night. Chris looked embarrassed and Mia didn't ask for more details in front of her. Mia lead her off with a gentle smile. Mia was a gentle soul. She'd take good care of the girl. Vince wondered if he really liked Chris or if he liked the thought that she needed him to protect her.
It had been part of what had drawn him to Mia. She was such a girly girl and Vince and Dom both had been forever standing up for her against this bully and that bully. Vince enjoyed being her champion till he realized all he was ever going to be was her brother's friend who looked out for her. But he could tell that Chris really needed someone. He found himself wanting to be that someone. He'd have to see where it went considering they'd just met. Mia came down about 20 minutes later and told him that Chris was asleep in the guest room and demanded the whole story. Once Vince had told her she hugged him and told him he was a nice guy. Then she went to find Brian and go to bed herself.
Torrie and Dom were oblivious to the drama unfolding downstairs, and to how their team had grown a new, if temporarily member in the short 30 minutes they'd been gone.
"Dom if you keep doin' stuff like this to me I'ma be dead before I turn 23." Torrie panted, still out of breath from the activities she'd been engaged in only minutes before. "At least I'll die happy." She sighed and flopped back onto her pillow.
"Yeah, well, I'm the old one. And I do most of the work." Dom smirked.
"Oh yeah, well, since you're so old and seemingly running out of stamina I guess I need to find someone younger to satisfy my considerable needs." Torrie made to get out of the bed.
"Oh no you don't. I've got all the stamina you need." Dom growled.
"Well, you said you do all the work and it sounded like a complaint so I guess I need to get you a rocking chair and find a younger man for myself." She tried to keep a straight face while she went to get up again. Dom grabbed her and set her sitting on him.
"Why don't you just take a turn doing most of the work huh? Easier then finding another boy as nice and fine as me. All the girls want me so I must be good for something." Dom looked serious. Torrie threw back her head and laughed, her hair tickled his bare thighs.
"Oh Dom. All the girls don't want you. They want the allusion of Dom the superstar. One day with Dom the perfectionist grease monkey and they'd run for the hills. I'm the only one likely to put up with your shit. Besides that, all the guys want me. You're the lucky one."
"Now who's being cocky?" Dom said, looking hurt that she burst his bubble about all the girls wanting to be with him. "Besides, look at this chest, these arms. You know I'm fine." Dom grinned.
"Look at that bald head and big ol' nose too." Torrie laughed. She hoped he knew she was just playing. "Perfection is this tummy and these legs." She ran her hand over her tummy.
"Look at that pale skin and.and."Dom couldn't come up with any other play insults. "Aw hell, who'm I kiddin'? You're perfect." He put his hand on her stomach and marvelled at how his dark skin contrasted with her milky white skin that wouldn't tan no matter how much time she spent in the sun. She looked down and his hand on her stomach. His fingers flexed and then he trailed his hand down to her hip and put his other hand on her other hip. He quickly moved her and bit her gently on the tummy. "In fact I think you're good enough to eat."
"Dom. Don't start. We need to go back to our guests." Torrie moaned in her throat over what he was now doing to her skin with his tongue.
"Fuck our guests, we're busy."
20 minutes later Torrie groaned and slid off Dom onto her stomach on the bed. "I'm dead I think. Oh man."
"See, it's hard to be the one to do all the work isn't it." Dom stated and grinned. He was one happy boy right now.
"No." She said. He could tell she was lying.
"I'm not saying it's not fun Torrie, just that it's hard work." He chuckled. "Now I suppose we should go downstairs and make sure the house is still in one piece."
"I guess." She sighed. She didn't want to get up.
"You could just stay here and build up some strength for when I come back in a few minutes time." Dom suggested with one eyebrow raised.
"Not again. You really will kill me."
"Naw, you're young remember?" She playfully slapped at him.
"Go check your house." She sighed and pulled a pillow under her head.
"Ok, but I'll be back in 10 minutes or less, and I want one of those backrubs when I get back. I deserve one after all the work I've done today." Dom laughed when she just flipped him off without looking at him. He pulled on his kaki pants and a wife beater and headed downstairs. He found Leon and gave him a very satisfied smile.
"How's it goin' Leon?"
"Fine, although not as good as your night went I'd have ta guess."
"You know I don't think anyone's night went as well as mine." Dom grinned even bigger.
"Lucky bastard." Leon laughed, he wasn't jealous of Dom, he was happy being he carefree bachelor, he was just teasing.
"Where's V.?" Dom asked. Vince had a talking to coming to him about encouraging Torrie.
"Well, now Dawg, that's a long ass story."
"Why?"
"Well, that idiot James has a girlfriend." Leon started.
"Really? But he always does like three skanks when he comes to these parties." Dom said with a frown.
"Yeah, and it seems he always beats his girlfriend too. She was in the kitchen and Vince started talkin'to her and he came to find out what was goin on. Then James came in and he had obviously just fucked a skank. Vince convinced her to leave him and then kicked James out. The girl's asleep in the guest room and Vince is lookin' at her with this puzzled look on his face like he doesn't know why he wanted her for or what he's gonna do wit her now that he has her." Leon chuckled.
"Nice of you all to ask me before you moved someone into my guest room." Dom shook his head. They were his team, of course they'd just done what they wanted. They wouldn't be his team if they didn't. He sighed but in a good natured way. He loved his team the way they were.
"Hey we asked Mia." Leon defended himself. The two friends kicked out the stragglers and then headed to bed.
Torrie was dead to the world asleep on her stomach, still naked from their earlier activities. Dom just shook his head. If he'd hoped to be with her again he knew now it wasn't happening. He crawled into bed and was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow. It'd been a long day, if a good one, and tomorrow was promising to be just as activity filled if Vince had brought home a new stray. Dom couldn't be mad about that. It was just what he'd done to the team with Torrie.