After a long hot shower and a fresh change of clothes, Brian felt like a new man. With all the dirt, dried blood, grime, and guilt washed down the drain, his shoulders felt lighter. Though he could've used a few hours of sleep, Brian could actually take a deep breath and not feel like the world around him would crumble once he exhaled.
Giving himself a once-over in the mirror, he was sickened by the black and blue bruising that peered from under the tape holding his broken nose in place. The swelling and stitches near his right eye made him look like he barely survived twelve rounds with Tyson. His arm felt like it was crushed by a bus, but all of his wounds would soon heal. His mind thought about his brother, Roman. It would take him months, maybe even years to heal physically and emotionally after everything he'd been through. And Roger...
"Not right now, O'Conner," he backed himself out of that dark, depressing road.
With Jack tucked in bed with Ginger, and Mia entertaining his mother with old photos and scrapbooks, Brian was ready to head over to his old stomping grounds to face his former boss.
"Oh my goodness, how adorable!" Brian heard his mother exclaim as he descended the stairs. "Your brother doesn't look like the costume type. How did you get him dressed at the Hulk?"
"After hours of begging from me, it only took a few seconds alone with Jack for him to cave. Now your son, on the other hand, was more eager than the kids to go trick-or-treating. He couldn't wait to show off his Iron Man suit," Mia smirked at him.
"Hey, I love Halloween and I'm not ashamed to admit. Besides, I spent a fortune on that thing," he said with a smile. "You ladies will be OK while I'm gone, right?"
"Yes, we'll be fine. Good luck," Mia leaned up from the sofa to kiss him.
"I called Sonny and Neil, they've been watching the shop for us and taking care of appointments. I told them to drop in and check on you ladies if I'm not back first. I'll be home as soon as I can."
"Go, boy. We'll be fine," Kelly shooed. Brian dropped a kiss on her cheek, catching her off-guard. "Be careful, son."
Brian tossed a final wave before leaving the women alone again. Mia grabbed their empty beer bottles and stood from the table, "You want another beer?"
"Got anything besides Corona?" she asked, following Mia to the kitchen.
"Nope," Mia said proudly. "And don't let Dominic hear you say that, he'll go nuts."
"Okay," Kelly laughed, "Anything stronger? It's been a wild twenty-four for me. I can't stop thinking about Roger. That poor man."
Mia's heart ached in her chest. She found the last of the Patron from the cookout a few weeks prior and poured a shot for her mother-in-law.
"Were you and Roger close?"
Kelly tossed the shot back like a pro and slammed the glass down for a refill. Mia obliged her.
"Very. He and baby Roman moved into the neighborhood right after I got pregnant with Brian. He had just filed for divorce from his wife after finding out her affair, and moved up from Watts to the house across the street. Of course, Dan - Brian's sperm donor - was in and out of jail, in and out of a bar, never around. So Roger and I were first time parents and that bonded us quickly. We basically raised our children together."
"Did it ever cross that threshold?" Mia asked, intrigued about their story.
Kelly smiled, "Roger and I had a complicated relationship. After Dan left for good, I was in no condition to be dating, and Roger knew and respected that. But that didn't mean there wasn't sexual tension between us. We were two single adults who spent a lot of time together. There were a few wild nights where things got hot and heavy between us, but after Brian went out for the police academy, everything between us changed. We had two different opinions of Brian's life after he graduated high school, and unfortunately, Brian agreed with Roger. Instead of going to college and furthering his education, he wanted to become a cop. Once the boys left the nest, we drifted apart. We didn't spend as much time together, but he still stopped by every holiday with food and beer to reminisce. Roger was a good man who always looked out for the people he cared about, even to his last moments. He gave his life to save mine."
Mia wrapped her arms around Kelly's shoulders sympathetically. The older woman fought back tears, wiping away the few that spilled down.
"I'm so sorry, Kelly. I know this is tough, but the way you honor Roger's sacrifice is to reconcile with your son, and help us nurse Roman back to health. He's gonna need a lot of support when he wakes up, and I'm sure he would love to see you again."
Kelly nodded, "I'm not going anywhere. My boys need me."
Mia smiled, "Good. Now, I'm starved. We have leftovers from our cookout last night if you're hungry?"
"Yes, thank you. The hospital food left much to be desired." While Mia retrieved the food from the fridge, Kelly moved against the counter to watch her. "You guys have a lot of cookouts. I'm assuming you're a good cook?"
Mia snorted, "I'm Italian. We love to cook, and we love to eat. We've had family barbecues every Sunday since I was a kid. We just enjoy each others company."
"Does Brian cook?"
"Sometimes. He makes a mean chicken casserole using your recipe."
Kelly smiled warmly, "It was his favorite as a kid. So tell me, Mia… how did you and Brian come to meet?" Kelly asked while leaning against the counter.
"My family used to own a small cafe just next to our garage, and Brian became one of our most loyal customers. Every day he came in for a tuna on white bread-"
"No crust?" Kelly added with a smirk.
"No crust," Mia smiled. "Of course, I thought he came in everyday to flirt with me, 'cause it damn sure wasn't for the food. I didn't know that at the time he was undercover and investigating my brother. But he was always really sweet and polite, very charming."
"Don't I know it," said Kelly. "I never could punish him and stick with it. I'd ground him for jumping his skateboard over our car, he'd come pouting with those hypnotizing blue eyes, and be back outside by lunch time doing it again."
"After everything went down with the cops, he took off, along with everyone else, and I moved on with my life. Went back to school, got a good job at the local clinic. I never expected to see him again, but when he showed up after Letty died-" Kelly's face twisted in confusion, "Long story. Anyways, after her death, Brian insisted that we go for coffee and talk. I was so damn furious with him for betraying us, but it felt good to see him again. He showed up to the house with my brother one night. and he never left my side after that."
Mia decided to leave out the part where they began their make-up sex marathon against the very counter Kelly was leaning on.
"He's good to you?" Kelly asked.
"Very," Mia replied without hesitation, "He's a really good man, and an awesome dad to Jack. Sometimes I feel he's bored now that he spends most of his time at home with Jack and I work, but he would never say it."
Kelly grasped Mia's hands across the counter, "Trust me honey, you'll know when he's bored. The way he dotes on you and that boy of yours, I'd say you have nothing to worry about. But if he starts getting out of line, you call me. He's still his father's child."
Mia smiled triumphantly. She never expected to meet Brian's mother, and she certainly didn't expect to develop a liking for the woman, but she had. She was quirky, and seemed to have a light for life that was dimmed by her strained relationship with her son.
"Now, when will you two be trying for my granddaughter?"
Mia nearly spat her beer across the room, "No time soon if I can help it. I'm focused on my work and my boys."
"Well I think it'll be sooner than you think. I can feel it," Kelly chimed.
"I think that's the Tequila you're feeling."
"Thanks for driving me, Hector," Brian said as the two headed downtown. "I already hate this damn sling and it's only been a few hours."
"No problem, Snowman. That's some crazy shit you guys got into today. It was all over the news, man," Hector said, shaking his head in amazement. "You guys are wild. I'm sorry about your guy, Roman. Hope he pulls through."
"Thanks man. I'm just glad it's all over," he replied. "We just gotta get back to a hundred percent before Race Wars."
"No shit, dawg. Since we spoke to all the investors about the return of Team Toretto, ticket sales have spiked. They want to tack on another day to the event - bringing it to three days of cars, half-naked women, barbecue food, and crazy money to be made."
"Sounds like Heaven to me," Brian grinned eagerly. "Just gotta get Dom on his feet by then."
"I'm not worried about the Big Guy. He'll bounce back. You just make sure your team is ready. We got big money riding on you banditos."
Brian quickly grew anxious with excitement, "We'll be ready."
Hector laughed at his enthusiasm, "Alright Snowman, we'll see," he stopped his Honda a block away, "Sorry bro, but I can't be seen pulling up to the pig pen. I have a reputation, y'know."
"Yeah-yeah, just don't go too far. If this goes south, I'm gonna need a quick exit."
Brian stepped out of the low-riding Honda, staring up at the police station dauntingly. With each step he took toward the front door, Brian was reminded of his last interaction with Tanner - a phone call between the two as Brian raced out of LA hours after allowing Dom to drive away from prosecution.
O'Conner could barely hear his cell ringing over the thousands of loud, rushing thoughts going through his mind as he pushed his Dodge Stealth away from California under the cloak of nightfall. He knew the cops had already flipped his house, and were probably tracking his phone. He had all intentions to toss the device, but not until he heard from Mia and knew she was safe. Though he didn't want to admit that he'd never hear from her again.
He snapped out of his thoughts and reached onto the dash for his phone.
"Mia?" he said hopefully.
"Try again," his sergeant, well former sergeant, growled. "Brian, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You told me I had to make a choice, Sarge."
"You made the wrong choice. Brian, do you know what they will do to you when they catch you? And they will catch you. You just blew the biggest case in a decade! Every federal agent from here to Mexico is looking for you."
"Well then I guess I better step on it," Brian could hear the disappointment in Jim's voice, and it devastated him. Tanner was like a father to him, and today was the ultimate let-down. "I couldn't let them go down. I couldn't let her go down. Maybe one day you'll understand."
"What I understand is that you just threw away your career and life for a couple of scumbag thieves who wouldn't give two shits to stab you in the back. What I understand-"
Brian quickly closed his phone, sealing his fate with the LAPD and law enforcement all together. He dunked the device in a fast-food cup before snapping it in half and tossing it out the window.
Brian sighed heavily before pushing the door open to the station. The place hadn't changed much since he was last there, mostly updated computers, chairs, and desks, but it still had the same hard-nosed vibe. A few deputies stared in disbelief as he passed by - he was obviously no stranger to the men currently working the area. Brian held his head high and approached the clerk's desk.
He gave the woman behind the desk a smile, "Hi, my name is-"
"I know who you are," she snarled. "The poster boy for what not to do when you have the badge. What do you need?"
Brian was taken aback by her cattiness, "I'm here to see Jim Tanner."
The woman stalled, staring intensely at him with no indication that she was willing to help.
"You gonna get him or should I?" Brian sniped.
"Come on, Brian," Brian heard the familiar gravely voice call from across the room. It was Tanner standing outside of his office. Brian gave the woman a fake smile before walking the green mile, or so it felt. "Don't mind Shelly. She's not a fan of yours, or anyone's really."
"I get that," Brian replied. He stepped inside the office and stood nervously near the door. He didn't know what to say, or expect.
"Sit down, Brian, jeez. I just wanna talk," Tanner said. He moved around to his desk and plopped down in the seat. He pulled a few glasses from his drawer and a bottle of aged Whiskey. Without asking, he poured them both a drink. He pushed the glass toward Brian, but O'Conner declined. "Take it. Looks like you need it more than I do," he said, motioning to his battered face.
Brian gave in and took the glass, "Looks worse than it is."
"I'm guessing you were involved in that mess up in Barstow, along with your cronies?"
Brian nodded, "A guy I locked up in Miami escaped prison and kidnapped my mother and friend."
"I guess the world's luckiest man finally found a crook who didn't want to be his friend."
"I wouldn't call myself lucky."
"That's exactly what I'd call you, Brian," Tanner slammed his drink back. "You threw a major investigation down the toilet and went AWOL. Then you're caught in Florida street racing, and instead of going to prison, you get offered a job and freedom. Then you somehow get on with the FBI and are involved in yet another investigation with Toretto, which in my opinion is a conflict of interest. But you get the bad guy, so you get another pass."
"Is there a-"
"I'm not finished," Tanner stood with his drink and paced the room, "Then, O'Conner, you concoct a genius heist of hijacking a prison bus and helping a federal inmate escape, who then goes on to commit several other crimes in various countries. You heist a hundred million dollars and ride off into the sunset."
"I guess you know the whole story."
"I've kept a close eye on you, Brian. I was interested in how things would turn out - would he get the girl? Would he get the respect of the cool kids? I have to say, you've made quite the come-up, O'Conner. You've done well for yourself, all things considered. But here you are again, almost ten years later, stirring up my city once again."
"Look, I'm not here looking for trouble, Jim."
"Maybe not, but trouble knows just how to find you, Brian. But you're on the other side of the badge now, so I suggest you and your friends walk a very thin line. We're running a pretty tight ship around here, and the men and women in uniform won't hesitate to lock your ass up if they see fit."
"I'm going back to Seattle as soon as my friend is cleared from the hospital. There won't be anymore trouble," Brian said dully.
"I sure hope not, Brian."
"Are we done?" Brian asked, standing from the chair quickly. He wanted away from the scolding.
"I suppose so. Let Ortiz know she better keep her hands to herself, or I won't be so nice next time. If I have to see her again, she does hard time, got it?"
"Got it," Brian headed for the door, tired and annoyed.
"Give the family my best," Tanner said flatly before Brian slammed his way out of the office.
Brian hurried out of the station, and took a deep breath once the cool night air hit him, exhaling all his frustrations and worries out into the atmosphere. He walked quickly to Hector's car still parked a block away and slid in.
Hector picked up on Brian's mood change instantly, "Guess that didn't go so well?"
"Felt like I was getting scolded for skipping class. Tanner's always been a hardass."
"Still can't believe you were a cop," Hector said with a chuckle as he pulled away from the station.
"Yeah, well the LAPD doesn't plan on letting me forget. As bittersweet as it is, I'm ready to go back home to Seattle. I'm nobody there. Everyone in LA still treats me like a cop."
"Hey fool, that's a choice you made. You're lucky you're family, 'cause these streets don't take too kindly to rats, and that's exactly what they'd call you if Toretto wasn't in your corner. But they embrace you here - it's the po-po that don't like you. And honestly, can you blame them?"
Brian shrugged, "Nah, I guess not."
Two weeks after the showdown with Verone, Letty was physically spent, but emotionally beaming after settling back in at home. Her memory was steadily improving, along with her connection with Dominic. They were closer than ever, spending nearly all of their free time together. He took her out on dinner dates, just the two of them, which was a rarity back when they lived together as a team. It was nice to be in a romantic setting with Dom without the cloak of danger over them. They even still slept cuddled together at night, though they still hadn't taken the next step. Though the temptation was becoming unbearable, it almost became like a game to them. They taunted and flirted with each other, waiting to see who'd be the first to push the envelope. Letty's excuse was that he was still suffering from three gunshots to the body and she didn't want to cause any pain. But truthfully, the thought of giving all of herself to Dominic again scared the shit out of her.
Between chasing around Jess, taking care of a one-legged Dominic and a one-armed Brian, busting her ass at The Lab, and filling in at DTs, she was practically running on fumes. But today was her free day. She was free from both garages, Jess was spending the day with Kara, and Dominic and Brian were in meetings with RaceWars sponsors all day, so Letty was ecstatic to have some time to herself. She spent the better part of the day out back laying in the grass, soaking up endless sun-rays. Occasionally she'd engage in a quick game of fetch with Ginger, which always ended with the pup fetching her favorite tennis ball from the pool. Letty was relaxed, entertained, and enjoying the peace. Until she was reminded that Brooke was still home.
Ginger's wet tennis ball smacking her stomach pulled her away from her zen, "Letty! Have you seen my purse?"
Letty sighed and pulled her sunglasses up above her head, chucking the ball back in Brooke's direction near the house, "Check my room. Ginger might be reverting back to her love of leather purses."
"Ginger!" Brooke exclaimed at the dog, who ran to hide under the patio table. "Damn dog. Are you just gonna lay out here all day?"
"If you would leave me alone, probably," Letty replied, pulling her glasses back down.
"Are you gonna see your boyfriend today?"
"I wish you would stop referring to him as my boyfriend, but to answer your question, probably later. Why?"
"I'll probably stay over at Ozzie's tonight. Just didn't want you to be alone. And trust me - Dominic is your boyfriend. I know you have this weird thing with labels, but if you spend every waking moment with him, sleep in the same bed, go on dinner dates, and steal kisses from each other when you think no one is looking - you two are dating. Just because you haven't consummated the relationship doesn't mean you shouldn't claim him."
Letty sat up quickly, her face twisted into a grin, "How do you know we haven't consummated our situation?"
"Trust me - if you guys were going at it, I would know. He doesn't come off as gentle in the bedroom, and frankly neither do you."
Letty felt her cheeks burning as she thought about all the wild rides she shared with Dominic. Brooke was right about one thing - they were never gentle with each other when it came to sex. They ravaged one another under clouds of passion in each encounter, and from what she could remember, those moments were never quiet enough for surrounding ears.
"Ew, I didn't mean to send you into sex dreamland. I'm gonna go before you start touching yourself," Brooke teased, balancing herself on her crutches. "Anyways, Oz and I are gonna take a ride up the coast. Tell your boyfriend I said hello."
Letty rolled her eyes and relaxed again once she was alone. Her mind wandered to Dominic and what he was doing. Probably fiddling with that damn bandage, she thought. He wasn't fond of being on the crutches for the next four weeks, but it was that or the wheelchair the hospital was adamant he have, and she wasn't up for listening to his complaints about being helped about for another month. Dom hated the gauze-wrapping that kept his wound safe while healing, and on several occasions he'd tear into the wrap like a kid on Christmas. O'Conner wasn't any better, but he was already getting used to his sling. With Mia back to work in Seattle, that left Letty with dealing with two grown men who loved their freedom so much that they couldn't stand small obstructions that benefited them.
After another hour of soaking up the beaming sun, Letty was covered in a thin sheet of sweat and ready to cool off. She stood from the grass with a stretch and headed over to the pool, pulling her hair from its bun before diving into the cool water. She was relieved in seconds and decided a few laps wouldn't hurt.
When she finally came up for air on her last lap, she was surprised to see Dominic standing there, wearing his bright smile, dark tinted shades, and his dreaded crutches.
"What're you doing here? I thought you guys were gonna be out all day?"
"We got the big stuff done, but I told them there was an emergency at the garage that we needed to handle," he pulled a lawn chair close to the pool and took a seat, "Rescheduled the little details for a few weeks from now."
"And what was the emergency?" She asked, propped up on the edge if the pool.
"I was missing this," he said with a grin, kicking his feet up to get comfortable. At that moment, Ginger came barreling over to him, begging for attention with her wagging tail.
Letty blushed, flicking water up at him, "How'd it go today?"
"Very well. It's gonna be great," he gave an enthusiastic smile. "Hope we can get back to dominating this year."
"I'm sure we will. I need my car back so I can start doing some practice runs."
"You're a real driver, Lett. Racing is just like riding a bike. The twins have already replaced the windows and tuned the engine. Neil starts on the paint tomorrow. Besides, I thought you liked driving the Challenger?
"I love it, but it's hell trying to parallel park, or reverse. That damn thing's a boat."
"You'll have your baby back in a few days," Dom smirked.
"Good," Letty treaded water physically and mentally. There was so much she wanted to say, to ask, but she found herself rendered silent. Luckily for her, Dom didn't need her to speak to know something was on her mind.
"What're you thinking about?"
"Everything, and nothing all at the same time."
"That's not very informative," he said, finally lifting his glasses to rest on his head, "What is it?"
Letty sighed. One look into his brown eyes brought a feeling of comfort over her. For her, it was like looking into a mirror. She saw so much of her life inside of him, she knew herself when she was with Dominic. And though she had recovered most of her teenage and adolescent years, it was all still a jumbled puzzle for her. But when she was in his presence, it all came together. It all made sense.
She dunked herself under the water quickly before sprouting back out, pushing water and matted hair from her face. The rush of cool water on her face encouraged her to relax.
"What are we? I mean - how would you describe whatever this is?"
A small smile curled at his mouth, "You're the woman I'm in love with. Place whatever label you feel fits."
Her heart jumped in her chest, "Somehow, calling you my boyfriend doesn't quite fit. With our history, it just doesn't feel right. I feel like we're more than that. Calling myself your girlfriend seems so immature."
Dom's stomach tingled with excitement at her words, "You've always had issues with labels. You hated being seen as Dom Toretto's girlfriend. You always said it took away your identity, made you feel invisible when I wasn't around. Do you think that's the case now?"
She shrugged, "We're older now, and things are a lot different. I'm happier now than I've been in years, and I can contribute a lot of that happiness to you."
Dom nodded. He bit his lip before taking a leap of faith, "Do you love me?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation. That was something she couldn't deny.
The two adults shared sheepish grins.
"Then let it be what it is. We're two adults who love and care for each other, why do we need to label that?"
"I guess you're right," Letty replied, finally exhaling any leftover worries about her relationship with Dom.
"Now, come out of there and dry off. It's your turn to make dinner."
"I'm still feeling every bite of that lasagna. I forgot how good of a cook you are," Dom said as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips.
Letty forced her eyes back on the television, hoping to find something interesting enough to ignore the water trailing down under his towel.
"It's been a while since I cooked. Brooke did most of the cooking, I usually didn't have time. Probably why I'm so out of shape now, all the junk I ate for two years."
"You might feel it, but you don't look it," he growled low, his eyes trailing on the midriff showing from her crop-top. "Once I ditch these crutches, you can come work out with me."
"I remember our workouts in your makeshift gym in the backyard. Doesn't sound like much would get accomplished," she smirked.
"We burned a lot of calories those days," he chuckled. He moved over to the bed and peeled off the bandages on his chest and stomach, tossing them into a nearby trash bin. Letty grabbed the antiseptic* and a new bandage and crawled across the bed, gently flinging her legs on his to act as his nurse once again.
"They still hurt?" She asked while her fingers softly traced the abrasion* on his pec.
"Not when you do that," he murmured, his eyes focused on her lips.
She smirked and proceeded with cleaning the easier injuries first and getting them rebandaged before moving on to his leg wound.
"These are gonna leave some gnarly scars."
"Just more cool stories to tell my future children."
The subject froze Letty to the core. The last thing she thought about was having kids. She never saw herself as a mother, though she was always interested in what a miniature version of herself would be like. Life with Dominic was always too chaotic for her to even think about bringing a kid into the mix, but they weren't on the run anymore. They weren't struggling for money, or hiding from the law. They had normal lives where they could do normal things, like start a family.
Do I even fucking want kids? she thought.
"Got you thinking, huh?" Dom caught her perplexed look.
"Not even a little bit," she lied with a smile. "Having kids is the furthest thing from my mind."
"Then what is?"
"Wrapping your leg up without you whining," she said, steering the conversation back into safe territory. She moved to begin tending to his leg, cleaning the sewn area before applying a bandage and tightening the protective wrap around his muscular thigh.
While Letty worked, Dom couldn't help but watch her hands work. He studied as they moved about his skin, gentle and determined in her efforts. He knew those hands; fingers long but thin enough to fit into any engine crevice, her palms soft from lotion, but calloused from years of hard work, her nails short and maintained, but usually caked with oil and grease. They were free of jewelry now, but he remembered a time they were dressed with rings galore.
He loved those hands and couldn't fight off the urge to touch them. He took her left hand in his, caressing each knuckle softly. Letty wasn't sure why, but she sat frozen while Dom examined her hand. His touch was light but it brought a hollowness to her breath that she couldn't explain. She found herself locking their fingers together in a firm grip that he only made tighter.
Dom felt compelled to speak, but his mind was foggy from the contact.
"I have no idea how I went so long without you," he finally said. "Even before you left. When I thought you were dead..." Dom's jaw clenched to prevent the lump in his throat from spilling over. Letty's other hand moved to his cheek, thumbing gently over the fuzzy skin.
"When I woke up after my accident, the docs did everything they could to help me recollect things from my past. Anytime we talked about boyfriends, my heart-rate would go up, blood pressure would skyrocket... I knew someone was out there, someone that I really despised, or someone that I really needed. When I saw you, right before I shot you," she smirked, "my body reacted the exact same way. My hands trembled so hard I didn't think I'd even hit my target. That's why I couldn't kill you; I needed to know why you stirred up so many different emotions. Owen started to dig into your team and found an old picture of us. When he showed it to me, I tried so hard to remember what happened to us."
"Well I won't let you forget again," his deep voice murmured, sending chills over her body.
With their hands still locked and his eyes staring down at her in hunger, she feel the temperature in the room spike to scorching degrees, or so it felt. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her mouth watered at the insatiable* being that was Dominic Toretto. The way he looked at her, really studied her as if he were seeing her for the first time, drove Letty wild.
Owen didn't look at her that way. No man had.
"There is one thing I'm having trouble remembering…"
Dominic read her eyes that flickered with anxiety and curiosity, and released the last of his inhibition before diving in to crash his lips down onto hers. Letty responded without another thought, her tongue colliding with his in a rhythm that only they could create. He didn't think twice to pull her into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist while they deepened the kiss.
Any rational thinking went out the window the second she felt his excitement greet her from beneath his towel. Her thin boy-shorts didn't create much of a barrier, and that towel was no match for the blessing he was beholding. Within seconds, she was out of her camisole and bra, baring it all for him.
Dominic moved his lips to her neck, licking and biting every inch of available skin. The kisses traveled lower, grazing over her collarbone and shoulders. Each flick of his tongue sent an ache to her core that she hadn't felt in a long time. His hands moved to her breasts as his warm mouth took in one of her nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud in a slow, circular motion that made her drop her head back in amazement. She cupped the back of his head, pulling him as close as possible as he teased her flesh with his tongue.
Without warning, Dom stood suddenly to his feet, one arm wrapped safely around her waist while the other snatched the towel from his body, discarding it across the room. She inhaled sharply at the friction his swollenness caused. She was pulsating and could feel her shorts getting wetter by the second.
Dominic gently laid her across the bed and climbed on top of her, continuing his marvelous tongue-work on her chest. Letty scratched her nails down his back, unable to resist giving in to the pleasure. As his lips traveled lower, doing soft laps around her navel, Letty felt herself becoming impatient. She wanted to feel him, all of him, to help ease her yearning. When his fingertips grazed her skin as he reached for the waistband on her shorts, Letty could feel her legs begin to tremble. Dom felt it too, and stopped to look at her.
"You sure you're alright with this?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she shook her head with absolute certainty.
"You know we don't-"
"Dominic, please stop talking."
He grinned and continued on his quest to get reacquainted with every inch of her body. He removed her shorts, and one look at her yoni nearly stopped his heart. He didn't mean to stare, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sweetness that was her. Unable to hold back any longer, he dove into her dripping wet center tongue-first, indulging in his favorite dessert.
Letty's eyes rolled back into her head while her hands clung to the sheets. The ecstasy he sent her through was almost more than she could handle, but there was no way she would make him stop. She surely didn't remember him being so versatile with his tongue, but she welcomed his skills. Dom watched as her back arched with each stroke of his tongue. He loved the way her body reacted to his touch.
When Letty felt herself getting close to the edge, she pulled Dominic up to her by his ears. She immediately attacked his lips again, tasting herself on his mouth.
"Do you have protection?" he asked once he pulled away.
"Top drawer is full of them," she replied. Doom gave her a quirky look. "This was Leon's slut-shop at one time. They're everywhere."
Dom leaned over to reach for the drawer, only to be disappointed to find not one in his size.
"Not to brag, but I don't think any of these will fit," he smirked. Letty glanced down at surely one of the largest cocks she'd ever seen. It was long and thick, and intimidating.
"I can see that," she replied with a smirk, unable to tear her eyes away. She wanted this badly, but the conversation they had minutes earlier returned to her mind.
Dom saw her hesitation, "I can run over to the house? Or we can postpone?"
"You aren't going anywhere," she pulled him close again, wrapping her hands around his waist. "It'll be okay."
Dom searched her eyes for any sign that she wasn't ready, but he didn't see one. Her eyes were watery, but stared back at him with love and admiration. He didn't break eye contact while he positioned himself for entry. As he slid inside her incredibly wet and tight embrace, Dom watched as her eyes pinched closed tightly. He bit his lip to hold back his groan while easing a little more of himself into her. When her mouth gaped open and tears began to gather on her lids, he stopped all movement.
"Am I hurting you?"
"It's been a while," she replied, relaxing once her body was used to the powerful feeling. Her hand moved to cup his face, "You're sweet, but I promise I'm not made of porcelain, Dom."
He nodded and began slowly sliding in and out of her, her wetness helping the motions. The rush of pleasure sent her nails digging into his back and her legs wrapping around his waist. She used her heels to bring him even closer, pushing him even deeper inside of her.
"Fuck Lett," he moaned; the rhythm they were wrapped in was almost too much for him to handle. It had been so long since he'd been with her, he almost toppled over the edge within seconds. Sex with Letty has always been his favorite; there was always so much passion between them that the act was never anything short of amazing. He tried like hell to prolong the inevitable, slowing down the pace to a more tolerable speed, but his slower strokes only made her claw at him even harder.
Letty clung to Dom and the small bit of resolve she had left. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so out of control of her body, but she welcomed the ecstasy. It had been a while since she'd had sex, and even longer since she'd had good sex. She knew she didn't have it in her to go much longer, but Letty didn't want him to stop either.
"You're fucking incredible," she whispered against his lips as the earth-shattering orgasm came roaring over her body.
Dom grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He bit down on her neck as her walls clenched around him, pulling him over the cliff along with her.
"I love you so much."
The words spilled out of his lips before he could stop them. His breathing was so labored that he was almost sure she hadn't heard his declaration. His heart raced, but he finally opened his eyes to see her staring back at him with a grin.
"What're you smiling about?" He asked, finally releasing her hands. They instantly moved to his face.
"Trying to remember how great your stamina is," she smirked before pushing him off of her and climbing onto his lap. He sat up against the headboard with his hands sprawled across her smooth back. "Are you known for going back-to-back, Mr. Toretto?"
A wide smile spread across his face, with his eyes lingering on her magnificent breasts, "Without breaking a sweat."
She leaned in and took his lip between her teeth, grazing her tongue over it before biting done, "Let's see about that."