"Cam ... CAM! Get your foot off the clutch!" Dom rubbed at his forehead and tried to hide the smile that pulled at his lips. Teaching Cameron to drive the camero was turning into a bigger job than he'd thought. He WOULD be replacing the mangled clutch. He winced hearing her grind the gears and then braced his hand against the dash as she brought the car to a jerking stop.
"I can't do this." She shook her head, pushing out of the driver's side door. The sound of a car horn blared as it swerved around the camero. She walked to the front of the car and leaned on the hood, arms crossed over her chest.
"Shit! I ain't got enough patience for this," he mumbled as she swung out of the car. "I'm never gonna get it." She threw up her hands as he stopped beside her.
"Yeah, you will. Come on." He moved around her and gently pushed her towards the passenger side. Inside the car, he took her hand and laced his fingers through hers placing it over the gear shift. "You're over thinking it. You gotta feel it. Can't force it, Cam."" He grinned over at her. Thinking back, Cam could swear it was the most erotically enticing smile she'd ever seen.
"Feel it, huh?" She returned the grin, matching his point for point.
"It's the only way to learn here ... from the inside out." He hit the acclerator and floated through the gears.
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The mig welder sputtered and spit as Cam worked on the last of the frame welds for the racing machine Dom pointed her to more than two hours earlier. Cutting off the melding heat, she pulled the ruby goggles from her eyes. Dom watched her examine her work. Her head bent, long hair pulled into a ponytail at the back of her head, smooth neck glistening with a sheen of sweat ... that slow burn began in the pit of his stomach, the one he came to associate solely with her, as she nibbled her bottom lip. The question of how he'd managed to stay away from her the last few days sprang to his mind. The night she had sent him back across the street wanting and unsatisfied had been a hard blow, but something the couldn't help but respect. She had class. There were lines she didn't cross no matter how she wanted to. Below her long lashes she saw that Dom's attention was pinned on her. The intensity of his eyes made her shiver, eyes that could turned her liquid with just a glance. When finally her curiosity got the better of her she turned to him.
"Anyone ever tell you that staring is rude?" The smile flittering across her lips was open and teasing.
"Yeah, but do I look like I give a shit?" He stopped beside her looking down at the welds, not surprised at all that they were flawless, smooth. Dom's restlessness rolled off him in waves and Cam tired not to let him affect her, tried not to gravitate towards him while he was standing there so close to her. She nodded, her eyes pinning him with a cutting glance.
"Oh yeah, you give a shit all right." Shaking her head she turned to him. "Whatever it is, just say it. There's something on your mind." Taking the goggles from her, he tossed them to the workbench beside the torch.
"Shit, I feed you, fix your stove, and teach you to drive and suddenly you think you know me?" He smiled, snaking his arms around her waist, relieved that she didn't pull away.
"Gettin there quick." She wiggled into the embrace, tilting her face up to him. The impish smile she turned on him was too irresistible. His mouth dipped towards her, lips clasping lips. Dom eased his tongue into her mouth reacquainting himself with the taste of her, allowing her to do the same. The warm wet glide was a soothing balm to his restless agitation, Cam's tongue invading his mouth, laying claim and not even realizing it. Gently, ivory teeth tugged at his lower lip as she pulled slowly away.
"Do I really have to repeat this, Dominic? You wanna hear me say it again."
"There's no way in hell this isn't gonna happen. Maybe, not here and not now. But it'll happen," he growled, lips trailing along her jaw to her neck.
"Not as long as your with..."
"Um Hum..." Mia stood just inside the garage's wide door, trying frantically to be noticed without looking like the idiot she felt after obviously intrupting the two.
"What?" Dom barked, keeping his arms securly around Cam's middle as she tried to disengage herself.
"This just came for Cam. Fed Ex." She handed the other woman the big envelope as she walked past, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. She moved through the garage towards the office thinking how full of shit Cam had been about dinner, how Brian had been right, and how glad she was that Dom was on the verge of making a break. Dom dropped his arms as she took the package and met his eyes with an equal amout of surprise and curiousity. He shrugged, taking it from her and shaking it.
"I guess the word careful doesn't mean much at this point." She jerked the object back from him.
"They're usually marked fragile if that's the case." He shot her a mock glare.
"You always have an answer..." The package began to ring. Cam glanced between the Fed Ex emblem and Dom. Ripping into the envelope, she pulled a cell phone from the interior and promptly punched the main face button.
"Hola el dulce, sabe quiénes es éste?" The icy smooth voice floated from the phone. She didn't answer so, the voice repeated the question. "Do you know who this is?"
"Sí, qué usted desea?" She stumbled through her rusty pronunciation. "What'd ya want?" Cutting her eyes to Dom she held her breath waiting for the long pause at the other end to play out, the full impact of this call slowly sinking in. They knew where she was, who she was with. There was only one way they could know that. THEY were watching.
"I want what's mine. Give me that and this will all vaporize. Go on with your life. Fuck with me, and you won't like the way I recoup my loss," the voice threatened, hissing out each syllable.
"I don't know..." she began, only to be silenced by a growl. Her eyes went to Dom again, gesturing for her to hand over the phone. She shook her head negatively.
"Cameron, don't disappoint me. Nicola tells me you're a smart girl. I want the cases and he says you'll know where to find them." A slow menacing laugh came from the phone. "That is, he told me before I made sure he won't be telling anyone anything again."
She began to pull air into her lungs in big gasping breaths, trembling.
"Relax. He's alive. Minus his tongue. Híbrido." The insult to Nico's parentage spat across the signal.
"NO! GOD, NO!" She dropped the phone, her features ghostly pale. Only Dom's quick reflexes kept it from shattering on the cement floor. Dom watched the one sided conversation unfold, Cam growing more scared by the second. His hand clenched and unclenched at his sides. Once she dropped the phone he shoved it to his ear but the signal was long gone. Striding to the big double doors, he scanned the area not really expecting to see anyone.
"I gotta go. Gotta go now." She turned, looking frantic, pacing to the garage door and back.
"Come on, I'll take you. You can tell me what the hell that was..." He started to take her hand, connect with her again.
Cam's mind clicked in quick succession. Dom, Mia, Brian ... her mind snapped off the names of the team. She couldn't do this to them , couldn't pull them into the unknown. She jerked her hand away from Dom and turned on him, her index finger planted hard against his chest.
"No. You're not. This is on me. I won't be responsible."
Jessie stumbled into the scene, his only intention to spec the engine mounts and clearance ratios of the car, the new job. His ears tuned to Cam's voice, he couldn't quite place the timbre. He scribbled measurements on the pad in his hand, head jerking up as Cam called his name.
"Take me home, Jess?"
He looked between the two until Dom nodded his head.
"Yeah, give me a sec." He turned and headed back to the office.
"Cam," Dom tried to reason with her. "Whatever it is..."
"It's none of your business," she spat, eyes hard and uncompromising. Dom turned slamming both is fists across the sheet metal that was to be the car's hood.
"Don't lock me out like this Cam." He shook his head. "WE can handle this. The both of us."
"It's not your problem." She presented him with her back. The talking was done.
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Jessie stepped though the door of the office and both Mia and Vince turned their attention on him, stopping their conversation. Grabbing the keys to his car, he waved them off.
"Hey, where you going?" Mia asked.
"Taking Cam home."
Mia looked back to where Cam stood in the bay of the garage.
"Why isn't Dom doing it?" Her questions continued, following Jessie's line of site.
"Think they're fighting." He shrugged, breaking from the office before he was subjected to more questioning. Vince got up from the stool where he was sitting and look through the glass at the two.
"No doubt, they ain't gettin along." He glanced at Mia. "What's the story with those two anyway?"
Her brows furrowed as she sighed. "When you find out tell me and then we'll both know.
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"Stop. Let me out here, Jess," she told him as they rounded the corner at the end of the block, her block.
"Shit! I can't..." Jessie sputtered, not wanting to leave her. He didn't want her to walk, not after he saw her tears.
"No. It's better if I get out here. And don't say a word to Dom about this."
He watched her stalk down the street, hands shoved in her pockets, head down. He sighed and drove past her fighting indecision. Would, should he tell Dom she'd been crying? Should he tell Dom she made him leave her at the end of the street?
Dom rolled up at the end of the block. He sat watching her walk down the street, Jessie just turning the opposite corner. Running a hand across his bare head he struggled with the same questions he had in the garage. How hard should he push her on this, push her to let him in? Was he even willing to lay it on the line for her?
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Cam stepped from the shower, water cascading from her limbs. Toweling her hair dry, she let her mind wander. The strains of something low and throbbing came from the stereo near the bed across the room. Nico again warred with Dom for attention inside her head. One needed finding, one needing forgetting.
"Can't do that to him," Cam whispered, thinking how many complications she presented to Dom as she tossed the towel aside and switched to brushing out the tangle of copper. Once she worked the last strand into compliance she ambled to her bed and fell backwards, staring up at the ceiling.
"Oh, Nico. What have you gotten us into this time. Where are you?" She sighed, wrapping her arms around herself, asking those questions for the hundredth time. With sudden clarity she bolted upright on the bed. Twisting around, she searched the room for her jeans. Finally spying the hem teasing her from behind the open bedroom door she moved to retrieve them. Plunging her hand into the front pocket, she fished out the card she had tucked away there. She perched on the bed near the nightstand and looked over the card again before pulling the directory from the drawer near the phone. Pausing, her attention was captured by the phone. Off the hook, and had been that way since the last call she'd received. Gingerly picking up the receiver she returned it to the cradle and it immediately it began to ring. With a speed created from desperation she jumped off the bed and stood over the ringing omen of trouble. She jerked the cord from the wall and the ringing was cut off, only the faint trill from the phone below in the kitchen could be heard now.
"Leave me the fuck alone!"
She tugged at her damp hair in frustration. Folding herself onto the bed, she opened the directory and searched along the listing until she came to what she was looking for.. Pulling in a deep breath of nervousness she closed the book and dressed, again tucking the card into the pocket of her faded jeans. She bounded down the stairs going to the phone in the kitchen that still rang incessantly. Picking up the receiver from the base, she disconnected the called and quickly dialed in a number.
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The sun had set hours ago and Dom's restlessness had reached an all time high. Mia had set dinner in front of him and he'd eaten two bites and picked at the rest for half an hour before Mia got fed up with watching him and pulled the plate away from him. The car hadn't provided anymore distraction than anything else, only seeming to compound his agitation. Several foul shouts had been heard through the open back door as Dom went about timing adjustments.
"Go talk to her Mia," Dom had ordered after making his way back into the house.
"What? Talk to who? About what, Dom?" She looked up from where she was snuggled into Brian's arms on the couch.
"Cam, damn it!" he barked, moving to the window and staring across the street just as a cab pulled in front of the her house. He watched her race out the front door and into the waiting car.
"SHIT!" he hissed, rushing out of the house. Seconds later Brian and Mia heard the Mazda scream out of the drive.
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Cam walked into the dimly lit club, hoping she didn't look as scared as she felt. Watching a woman on the raised stage spin around the pole in the middle, nude, she sighed thinking this was just Nico's style. She pivoted in the direction of the bar and took a seat ordering straight vodka. Just as the glass was set in front of her a tall dimple cheeked blonde approached her.
"Hi." The blonde breached the small gap between them running her fingers along the back of Cam's long hair. "How ya doin, hon?" came the sugary southern twang.
"Ummm...Fine...Thanks..." Cam tried shrugging off her touch, her heart speeding up inside her chest as the woman leaned in whispering, "Want me to dance for you, Darlin?"
Whoa! Whoa! Got the wrong idea lady! Wrong person!
Lucky for her Cam's mind began that rapid fire process she had of reasoning out things. It all hinged on the cars, Tiffany the name of the car Nico had scrapped was the same as the club. She took a blind leap turning to the blonde, thinking of what Nico called the Camero.
"No thanks. I'm looking for Darlene."
The blonde plastered a practiced pout on her face. "You sure?"
"Yeah, you don't know just how fuckin sure." She gave the woman a quick smile before lifting the vodka to her lips.
"Fine," she sighed. "I'll go get her."
Cam tilted the glass again as it was refilled, waiting.
"Peaches, says you're looking for me." The woman that was obviously Darlene materialized beside her.
"Yeah, actually I thought you might be able to point me in the direction of Nicola Iova..." she started to explain only to find the woman scowling at her.
"Sorry. I can't help you." Darlene's reply was far to abrupt by Cam's estimation. The woman turned and began to walk away but Cam wasn't giving up that easily. Pushing from the stool, she grabbed Darlene's arm.
"Hey! It's important I find him," she spat. "Please!" She changed tactics, beseeching the other woman with turbulent eyes.
"WE ARE DONE HERE!" Darlene said loudly, shaking off her hold and looking to where the pillar of a man was rising from his place at the end of the bar.
"Shit!" Cam hissed as she headed for the exit. Outside she paced in front of the doors running her hands through her hair. The bitch knew something that was for sure, in to much of a hurry to get rid of her. She couldn't just go back in. She'd meet with the same results no doubt.
Dom had pulled into the parking lot seconds behind the cab and had seen Cam go inside. He knew the club, been there a time or two ... more like a dozen. But Cam ... what he hell was cam doing here? The logical conclusion stuck in his head and he tried to shake it loose. He'd seen her exit the club, he stepped from the car and closed on her. Cam chewed her lips and continued to pace, working on another angle that would get her some answers.
"Think you could've mentioned you're into..." he laughed coming up behind her.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Toretto!" she hissed, swinging on him. "What the hell are you doing here?" She sighed, tired and defeated.
"I followed you." He kept it real simple for her.
"Goddamn! Has it totally escaped you that I'm trying to keep you outta this monumental fuck up? It's not your problem. You have Mia and the rest to worry about." Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him, ready to drive him farther away if she had to.
"I have you to worry about."
She shook her head, giving up the battle for now and handing over the card she pulled from her jeans.
"I found it in the camero" she explained her theory adding tidbits of what she knew for certain. "She knows something, Dom."
He nodded and pulled her back into the club with him.
"What the..." She stumbled after him trying yank her hand free. Inside he turned to her, backing her against the wall, leaning in to flick his tongue across her lips.
"Keep your eyes on me and stay right here. You'll have to follow me."
Several more feet into the club Dom grabbed the first topless feminine form that came near him. From where she was Cam couldn't hear what he said but the brunette slithered off and moments later the girl she knew as Darlene approached him. Inclining his head to her ear, he whispered something and they moved off across the club with Dom motioning to Cam behind his back. She followed as closely as she dared, not wanting Darlene to get a good look at her again. She came to a hault outside the doorway to the private room, Darlene already peeling off the long black satin cocktail dress she wore as Dom watched.
"Oh man!" Cam's eyes narrowed, seeing the woman straddle Dom's lap and begin to grind against him ... her string like thong covered buttocks rolling in time to the heavy thrum of the music. Cam turned away for the briefest second, her insides twisting painfully. Looking back, the scene got worse as the twin spheres of Darlene's full breast were thrust inches from Dom's face. Cam's eyes went wide, jaw clamped tight, as she watched the interaction play out ... an inward groan echoing through her head. She didn't want to be feeling anything as she watched and waited, least of all the glacial cold that clenched hard at her stomach. He was smiling at the woman, his lips moved as he said something in that deep voice of his. It took a supreme effort of will to keep herself from being sick, unfamiliar feelings rolling through her hard and unrelenting as her throat constricted and moisture formed at her lashes. Dom happend to glance at Cam just before he began questioning the woman above him, purposely avoiding looking at her until that moment. He'd looked forward to seeing the expression on her face, surpise, jealousy, even excitement was what he had hoped for. But he didn't expect to the see the hurt and disgust she tried so hard to hide. He thought he'd seen just about every look she could use against him but he was wrong. He hadn't seen this one, the one that felt like a well placed kick in the gut. His wide hands wrapped around Darlene's upper arm and squeezed slightly.
"I'm gonna ask you a few questions and you're gonna tell me what I wanna hear. Got it?"
She began to struggle against him and she gave her a slight shake.
"Listen, you can either talk to me now or Costus later," he bluffed, trying to get her compliance. She stilled, her eyes narrowing.
"What ya wanna know?"
Cam released her pent up breath as she watched Dom bring the show to an end. His rough treatment of the woman gave her an acute feeling of satisfaction, seeing the woman shaken, seeing her surprise, and anger. Darlene didn't have Dom's attention any longer, not the way that she longed for it. She moved into the room just as Dom waved her in. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that security was making a move towards the room.
"Make it quick!" She hitched her thumb over her shoulder. Dom nodded.
My friend..." he paused, thinking just how inappropriate that word sounded when talking about Cam. "She's looking for someone. Nicola Iovanni."
"I told her..." Darlene cut her eyes to Cam, glaring, "that I couldn't help her."
"Cameron, doesn't buy the bullshit, darlin," he sneered, pinning her with a hard glare of his own.
"Cameron?" She gasped. "That's your name?" Darlene's eye shifted between the two.
"Yeah. That's my name.." Cam spat, just as security popped a head through the door way.
"Gotta a problem in here?"
Dom released Darlene's arm and she slinked off his lap.
"No. Not at all. Just finishing up." She gave security a placating smile.
Darlene swung on Cam. "Why didn't you tell me who you were? Nicola said you'd show up sooner or later. And here you are!" She smiled, glancing over her shoulder at Dom. "Who's he?" Hands planted on her hips she let her eyes slide over Dom as he stood.
"Mine. That's who," Cam said, directing the answer back to Darlene, who laughed at Cam's response.
"It's just a job. That's all, hon."
"Yeah, whatever." Cam squared her shoulders and demanded the information that she'd come for. "What'd ya know about Nico?"
Darlene leaned down and retrieved the cocktail dress from the floor, producing a key.
"I haven't seen him for more than a month. But the last time I saw him he told me to give you this."
Taking the new silvery key from her, she turned it over in her hand, examining it.
"This is it?"
"No. He told me to tell you this." She paused, searching her memory. "Hide. 12107396455770. That was the last thing he said to me." Shrugging, she walked past Cam towards the doorway.
"Good luck finding him. I think he was in some sorta trouble. There 've been guys in here askin about him almost every night."
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"Yours?" Dom smirked, eyebrows raised, his attention divided between her and the rolling black asphalt.
"Don't give me shit about it, Dom." She sighed, kicking off her Nikes and shifting so that her legs were curled against her, back to the door, watching him. "I didn't..." She'd almost said she hadn't meant it but she did mean it, wanted it, wanted him.
"You were jealous," he accused, laughter in his voice.
"I was not!" She nearly choked on the words, knowing they were a lie.
"No?" He pinned her with knowing smile, self confident . "Really?"
"Really! I'm not jealous!" She kicked out at his shoulder, making light contact with her target.
"You can't lie for shit, Cameron." He snagged her foot where it rested against his bare skin. Pulling it down into his lap he began to run is fingers across her ankle. "Have any idea what the hell she was talkin about with all those numbers?"
Tilting her head back against the window her eyes slid closed as she felt herself slipping into the warm pool of Dom's touch. She could have been absorbed in that sweet oblivion for second, for minutes, she didn't have the slightest idea.
"Cam?" Dom prompted, hearing her a content sigh issue from her lips.
"Yeah, huh?" Her glazed eyes popped open, coming to rest on Dom.
"The numbers?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." She chewed her lips as she thought about the numerical sequence. "Part of it's real easy. A simple code Nic and I used in Venice. It was an "I'm in trouble" type thing. The other numbers are gonna take a little longer to sort out. But bet your ass I'll figure it out."
"Hell, I don't doubt you will." He smiled, moving his fingers along the top of her foot then gave a downward swipe across the bottom.
"Shit!" She jerked, attempting to pull her foot away but was stayed by his hand. Her unrestrained laughter filled the space between them as Dom's hand went back to her ankle. Half an hour later they sat in the Mazda outside Dom's just drinking in one another, falling into the downy comfort of being near one another. And to, his surprise, she leaned towards him in the seat sealing her full lips against his. Her tongue took its own path as he opened his mouth drawing out the onslaught of her eager mouth, kissing, lapping at him in turn. Tangling his hand through her long mass of hair, he fought for dominance, his tongue slipping into the heated confines of her mouth. With a groan of regret, she pulled hesitantly back, whispering against his lips.
"Thank you, Dominic Toretto. " A sigh whispered over his lips. "You have no idea how much you're appreciated."
Running his tongue along her lower lip, he asked, "This means you're over trying to keep me outta this?"
She lowered her head nuzzling at his neck. "Kinda outta my hands now. Toretto does exactly what he wants to. That right?"
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Dom strode through the back door, still feeling the lingering heat where Cam's hands and lips had been. He'd come to a decision while they kissed, an easy one having her wound around him. It was time to have a talk with Letty. It was time to bring things to an end between them. He was beginning to realize there wasn't much left to salvage anyway. But now all he was looking forward to was a long hot shower and easing the tug of desire inside the tight confines of his jeans. Downstairs the lights were all out and the rooms hung in a stale silence. No one was home, Brian and Mia must be at his place he reasoned. He took the stairs, unhurried, for the fist time in months, actually enjoying the quite of the house. He paused in the hallway just outside his room, hearing first and then seeing the couple in his bed. Her dark hair hung unbound to the middle of her back, swirling as she rode the thrusting body below her hard and fast. Her moans filled the room mixed with the deepening sound of male pleasure. From his vantage point, Dom had an unobstructed view of the their joined bodies.. The lamp at the beside shone on the distinct tattoo on the arm that pulled her downward, kissing, stroking. Standing there, leaning on the doorframe, watching the two, everything fell into place. The weeks of Letty's in attention, at times avoidance, tumbled into place. Vince hardly made even the briefest eye contact anymore and now it was easy to understand why. Dom pushed away from the doorway as Letty moaned Vince's name.
"Change the sheets when your done. This ain't no fuckin motel."
He ran the gambit of emotions as he retraced his steps back down the hall and out of the house but the only one that held true was relief, sweet encompassing relief.
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Cameron slipped out of her jeans and sunflower yellow tank, exchanging them for her usual oversized T-shirt. Bounding down the stairs, she rounded the corner into the kitchen, still floating from the intimate contact with Dom. A dreamy smile tugged at her lips as she opened the refrigerator searching the contents and knocking the small carton of milk to the floor in the process. She jumped back as the cold white liquid splashed across her feet and pooled on the floor.
"Where's a cat when ya need one!" She giggled, reaching for a dish towel and tossing it on the spill. Kneeling, she began to swipe at the spreading milk. There was a long exaggerated sigh issued from behind her and instinct told her who it was. She glanced over her shoulder, bright blue eyes taking on the smoky gray of desire.
"You have any idea what you're doing to me?" Dom's large frame detached from the surrounding shadows, a predatory gleam in his eyes, stalking as the hulk of his form moved nearer.
Turning she planted her butt against the cold wet tile, legs pushing out in front of her. "No. Why don't you tell me," she replied, seeing the hungry strain in his features, thinking he was more hungry then she could ever remember seeing a man.
"Think I'd rather show you." He stood over her, hand extended down to her. She chewed her lower lip, creating a sensual aura around her that grew by leaps and bounds. Taking his hand, she tugged him down to her, his knees anchored on either side of her hips, chilled milk soaking into his jeans. She should push him away, guilt rushing in at how weak she was. The same moral compass pointed directly at Letty and their relationship.
"We shouldn't. You know that, right?"
"It's over, Cam. There's nothin between Letty and me." He reached out brushing the hair from her neck, watching the stands fall over her shoulder. "Just you and me now."
Her hand wrapped in the fabric of his T-shirt pulling his lips down to hers. "You and me," she whispered, taking his tongue deep in her mouth, sucking, nipping at the welcomed invasion. Dom's thorough attention to her mouth increased to a frenzy of thrusting and retreating as her heady moan filled his mouth. Impatient hands went to her thighs easing upwards under the hem of the T-shirt and he was elated to feel she was bare beneath. Kneading fingers traveled to the juncture of her thighs, caressing the downy curls, all the while his hardening length pulsed in response inside his tight jeans, gripping him so tight it was painful. He'd wanted a slow drawn out session of pleasure with her but he was quickly realizing it wasn't happening, they were both in too much need to prolong this. Cam's hands were now plucking at his tank trying to get it off him, hands trembling against him. Easing away from her long enough to pull the tank over his head, he tossed it across the floor, not caring where it ended up. Her T-shirt followed, allowing him to see all of her from the high round globes of her tits topped with dusky pink nipples to the almost concave plane of her stomach, even lower to the coppery thatch between her legs. Cam's sigh was long and lusty as her hands went back to the hard wall of his chest, tracing the flat disks there. Trailing her fingers downwards she began to work at the button of his jeans, only to stop and caress the thick bulge below. His warning growl had her smiling against his lips as they descended again in another frenzy of giving and taking. He hadn't felt her hand leave him or heard the sound of the zipper but abruptly the gripping pain of denim was gone giving way to a softer gentler pressure. With supreme effort he remained still as she began to stroke along his quivering shaft. Remained still all except for his fingers that dipped between her fleshy lower lips, sliding inside her tight opening. She was so wet, so ready, his head spun with the sucking heat that surrounded his fingers, urging him deeper. Pressing in all the way a rhythm began, a rhythm that kept time with her strokes as she brought him closer and closer to the brink. The whimpers and panting that came from her throat made him crazy with the need to be inside her, fully inside her. She couldn't have known exactly what he was feeling but suddenly she was on her back and he was poised above her, head angling down to clasp a swollen nipple between his lips, pulling at it, suckling. He moved from one to the other, dividing his attention as long as he could. Shivering with the contrast of cold below her and the inferno of heat above she caressed his head. Hooded eyes watched as he devoured her sensitive nipples, clasping his neck to bring more contact. Her thighs spread wide to accommodate him as he settled, the tip of his weeping cock nudging her slicked tunnel.
Pushing his jeans over his hips she managed to grab the taunt flesh of his ass. With rolling of thick muscles, his hips thrust forward and he was buried inside her to the hilt, searing heat enveloping him. There was a moment of adjustment as she stretched to accommodate him and he trying to grasp what control he could. They remained locked there until she began to move beneath him, urging him on, the milk below her making a odd suction sound each time she moved. In a measured pace he thrust into her, battering her deep feminine barrier. Her mouth sucked roughly at his neck, branding him. Cam was lost in the tidal pool of tactile waves as her body coiled preparing for the hard orgasm to come. It crested like a mammoth wave pulling her along with the hard spasms that gripped Dom so mercilessly. She was shouting his name, arching into him, hearing it from what seemed like miles.
Feeling the boiling roll of fire along his pounding cock he clenched he jaw tight, head rolling on his shoulders, moaning growling undistinguishable words. How long had it been since he'd felt something as incredible as this? Cam was what he'd been missing and now he knew it as he came in a drenching surge inside her. Slowly they drifted back to one another through the fog of sated desire, ragged breathing stopping anything spoken between them. Dom pushed his weight from her, turning onto his back on the floor beside her and cringing with the feel of the cool liquid below. Pulling her against him to be cradled against his shoulder, they lay there, both waiting and wanting the renewed craving for one another. Suddenly Cam broke the silence giggling.
"I need a shower." She sat up, pushing her wet hair off her back. Reaching out, her finger tip glided along his growing erection, teasing.
"Want some company?" He smirked up at her, knowing the answer before she opened her mouth.
"Yeah, unless you got better things to do." She sighed.
"Hell, no. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not any other night," he replied.
It was as close to any declaration of emotion she could hope to hear. She'd take that or any little part she could have of him because she knew exactly how she felt. She was falling hard for Dominic Toretto.