Ch. 27
Letty's POV
We pulled up between the warehouses in Dom's RX-7 and were immediately put to shame by the cars all around us. I peered out from behind the tinted glass of the window, staring in awe at the racing machines all around us. Dom attempted to stay calm, to project that nothing-impresses-me composure of his, but I could see right through it. This was like living a wet dream for him.
That first race was enough to convince me that street racing was more than just a hobby. It was truly a way of life, an art form, and I couldn't wait to join it. I knew when we returned home that morning that Dom was agitated, but I couldn't understand why. Why was he so suddenly pissed? I had gone to the damn race, hadn't I? So why was he being a prick to me? I was tired, exhausted from the adrenaline that had soared through my veins. "I'm going to bed, Dom," I announced, but he didn't move from his place on the couch. "I said I'm going to bed," I repeated.
"I heard you," he barked back, motionless.
"Well," I replied icily, "I think you need to join me."
He rolled those large eyes at me and sipped his beer, "I'm not tired."
"Did I say I was going to sleep?" He turned the thought over in his mind for a moment, and then rose from the sofa, almost reluctantly. I threw his arm over my shoulder and climbed the stairs. When we fucked I could tell he wasn't into it; he couldn't find a rhythm, and so I finally climbed on top.
"What is it?" I asked as I lay there, trying to cool off beneath the ceiling fan.
"Nothing," he answered flatly.
"Dom," I warned.
"It's just that I'll never get to be a part of it," he all but whined.
"Of what?"
"The race. It just costs too much damn money," he replied, "No matter how hard I try, some rich ass punk is going to take mommy and daddy's fifteen grand and dump it into a car. I don't even have enough cash to enter a race." I could tell he was really upset about this. It was like seeing everyone else with a shiny new bike, and then finding out you can't have one.
"Well, we could start charging more at the garage," I offered, pushing my hair up onto my pillow. Even with the air conditioner humming in the window, it was just too damn hot sometimes.
"Hector, this guy I met, told me he could take me to Racer's Edge and try to get Harry, the owner, to start me a tab." Dom flipped over on his side, staring at me with sad eyes. Damn it if I didn't want to give him everything he wanted when he looked at me like that. I kissed him, then, worshipping his luscious lips with my own. I could feel him growing against my knee, and I gently pulled him on top of me. This time, we made love.