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"You gonna stick by me?"

"Maybe…."

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I heard Dom's car before I saw it, the throaty growl of the engine so much like his own voice growing louder the closer he got to the school. I couldn't help but wince at the squeal of tires, taking the corner into the parking lot too fast. He didn't even stop the car, just left in running at the curb. I crossed my arms, glaring at him as he got out…sure, I knew that text would piss him off, but fuck…he deserved it, if you asked me.

"Get in the fucking car, Letty," he growled, and I almost lost it, I was so pleased with the reaction I got out of him. Finally, he was doing something I expected….

Still, I wasn't about to let him off that easy…no fuckin' way. "Nuh uh…" I answered, rocking back onto my heels, scowling at him.

"Get in the car!" he repeated, biting out each word, almost yelling. Still…I was looking for a specific reaction, and I hadn't gotten it yet.

"No," I said, almost laughing.

"Letty…" I just barely heard Jamie say, her voice coming from behind me. I could feel her eyes on me, her worry almost palpable. But it was like I'd told her when I drug her out here to wait for Dom – I knew how to handle him.

Dom stalked over to me, leaned down, getting right in my face as he growled, "You're a fuckin' piece of work, y'know that, Letty?" Like I was the one that'd started all this shit…

"You're one t'talk, Dominic…" I answered, still almost laughing.

He grabbed my shoulders, squeezing tightly, shaking me a little. "You are mine…" he growled before our mouths met, his teeth scraping against my lips.

"Finally…" I thought, attacking his mouth, my tongue pushing between his lips, kissing him desperately.

"Don't pull this Miguel bullshit on me again, huh?" he asked, forehead resting against mine when our lips finally broke apart.

"Got your attention, didn't it…?" I asked quietly, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to me, almost purring in delight.

"You already had my attention," he growled back at me, arms sliding around my legs, squeezing my ass as he picked me up, crossing the short distance to his car before depositing me on the hood.

"Yeah…?" I asked, not quite able to keep the bitterness out of my voice. "Seemed like you were more interested in work than in me…."

"Just had some shit I needed t'finish gettin' ready for your present," Dom said, his voice quiet. "You ready t'get outta here? Lemme take you home an' make up for this morning?"

"Yeah…" I growled, kissing him hungrily, my tongue pushing between his lips, aggressively exploring his mouth as he pulled me off the hood and deposited me in the passenger seat. I was actually a little breathless, watching him walk around the front of the car. As soon as he got into the driver's seat, I slid over into his lap, needing to touch him again. Luckily, Dom's so tall that I just fit between his chest and the steering wheel.

"You gonna be good?" he asked, laughing as his hands stroked my back.

"You really want me to?" I asked back, smirking at him.

"'d like t'not crash the car on the way home..." he laughed, " but uh...after that...not really..."

I couldn't help but laugh back at him, settling myself in his lap, my head resting against his chest.

Dom just barely got the car stopped in front of the house before his hands were all over me, pushing under my shirt, rubbing my back. "So…whaddya want?" he asked, not even giving me time to answer before his mouth was on mine, nipping and tugging at my lower lip.

"You…" I murmured, taking control of the kiss, my tongue stroking the roof of his mouth.

"Already got me…" he groaned, his hands sliding under my ass and squeezing again as he slid out of the car, my legs immediately wrapping tightly around his waist. I couldn't help but laugh, shortening our kisses, when he started towards the door, stumbling and staggering every few steps. I loved knowing I distracted him that much…. "God, I love you," he grunted, fumbling with the front door for a few moments before getting it open and stumbling into the house, "shirt off."

"Mine or yours…?" I asked, laughing against his mouth, a little surprised when instead of heading to the stairs he walked into the dining room, setting me down on the table. "You hungry or somethin', Dominic…?"