Chapter Eighteen

The next three days were almost pure torture. I mean, yeah, it was great to be able to spend some time with my aunt. I barely ever talked to her anymore, it seemed. She was busy with work, and I was busy with school and the garage… And well, there’s not really any good excuse for falling out of touch with people, especially the ones you love, but it just kind of happens, you know? So it was nice to be able to just hang out with her again. As soon as we got to her place, it was almost like I’d never left. But, at the same time, I couldn’t wait to get back to Leon’s. Well, back to the garage. And Dom. Everything reminded me of him, from a commercial for Penzoil to the vague scent of gas and oil in my aunt’s garage to any song that I heard on the radio. Even things that shouldn’t have made me think of him at all, did.

Finally, Sunday night, I called Dom. I couldn’t quite believe I was doing it, but I couldn’t help myself either. I thought I might go crazy if I couldn’t hear his voice. Actually, I wasn’t even expecting him to be home. I just wanted to listen to his voice on the answering machine - that would have been enough.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice rough and gravelly as my breath caught in my throat. “Hello? Letty?”

“Hey, Dom,” I finally answered, a little confused. “How’d you know it was me?”

“I don’t know…I just did. I know how you breathe or something, I guess. Plus, I’ve been hoping you’d call. I’ve missed you,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

“Yeah?” I asked, smiling. “I didn’t really think you’d be home.”

“Nah, I’m getting ready for bed,” he replied. “Lots of work at the garage tomorrow. Plus, the more I sleep, the sooner it’ll be Tuesday and I can see you again.”

“Ah…” was all I could say, thinking of Dom in bed.

“So why’d you call if you thought I wasn’t going to be here? You calling for Mia or something?” he finally asked, laughing.

“Well,” I said shyly, “I just missed you. My aunt went to evening mass, so I’m here by myself. I guess…I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep, so I could dream about you.”

“Mmm, I see,” he sighed, and we were quiet for a minute.

“But…since you’re home, maybe I can make my dreams even better,” I said, laughing. “So…what’re you wearing?”

“Damn, Letty,” he groaned. “You really are going to kill me, you know that?”

“Yeah, you’ve said that before… So, you gonna answer me?”

“I’m wearing,” he paused, “boxers. Same thing I always wear to bed.”

“That all?” I purred, picturing his naked chest.

“Yep.”

“I like…”

“Yeah?” he asked, and I could hear his smirk. “So glad you approve. Now…what are you wearing?”

“Hmm,” I wondered aloud. “Should I tell you?”

“If you don’t, I’m going to have to drive over to your aunt’s right now and see for myself…” he said, nearly growling at me.

“Well, as much as I like the sound of that, I don’t think my aunt would be too happy if she got home and found you here. So…just a t-shirt. Yours, actually. You know that black one you were looking for the other day, to wash? I kind of…borrowed it.”

“You took my shirt?” he asked, laughing. “Do you know how long I spent looking for that thing? Thought I was losing my mind…”

“It smells like you,” I explained.

“And that’s a good thing?”

“A very good thing…I love how you smell. Clean, you know, like soap…but with an overlay of burnt oil, or something. A little salty. I can’t really describe it, but it’s the best smell in the world…all manly…”

“Yeah…well, I feel all manly around you. Like an old man,” he sighed.

“Old?” I protested. “Oh, please, Dom. You’re only twenty! That’s hardly old…”

“It is when your girl isn’t even sixteen yet…”

“Dom…I’m turning sixteen in two days!”

“Still…five years…it’s a long time, you know. Sometimes I think I’m way too old for you,” he sighed. “You’re so young, still, you should be dating, and having fun, and free to be with any guy you want, for however long you want to be with him. And I’ve done all that all ready…been wild and crazy and all.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” I said wryly, thinking of all the girls I’d seen him with when he was in high school, and how much I’d hated them. “And, you know, it’s only four-and-a-half years between us.”

“It’s still a long time, Letty. And I just…I don’t think… No, actually, I know… I’m not interested in some short-term fling. I want you around for a long time, forever maybe. And I don’t think I could handle it if tomorrow or next month or three years from now you see some guy and think ‘I wish I weren’t with Dom so I could be with that guy for a while’. I don’t want you to regret being with me, not ever.”

“You really don’t have any kind of a clue about me at all, do you Dom?” I asked, feeling tears start to well up in my eyes. “Don’t you know what you are to me? Can’t you tell, by now? I… Shit, this makes me feel pathetic. But… Do you know how long I’ve loved you? Do you have any idea? Five years, Dom. Five years, and I’ve never once been at all interested in any other guys…”

“You love me?” he asked quietly, interrupting me.

“Yeah,” I replied, laughing a little. “Yeah, I do. I have. And you never even knew. Dominic Toretto, I’ve loved you since I was eleven years old. And maybe you think an eleven year old doesn’t know what love is, but I knew... The first time I went to the races with you and your dad, I was terrified. I didn’t like being around strangers, I didn’t know what to expect, and I was as scared as I ever have been in my entire life. And I remember, you were walking maybe five paces ahead of me and I had to practically run to keep up with you. And even though you acted like you didn’t want to be seen with me, you kept looking back to make sure I didn’t get lost. And when we got down to the track, you stopped, waited for me to catch up to you, grabbed my hand and pulled me over the railing so we could go talk to your dad. Now, probably you were just trying to keep tabs on the little kid, knowing your dad would kill you if anything happened to me. But you didn’t let go of my hand as we walked over to the cars. You held onto me, and ever since then, I’ve been holding on to you.”

“Letty,” he said softly, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“So, I’m not going to let you out of this now. I’m not going to let you give up on us before we even really get started, because you’re scared I might leave you someday, or because you’re worried about what other people will think. I’ve been here five years, Dom. Right here. I’m not leaving, I’m not going anywhere, I wouldn’t even think about it for a second. It’s you, or it’s nothing for me. That’s just how it is, how it’s always been.”

“I love you too, Letty,” he said, simply.

“So,” I said after a minute, when his words had sunk in. “You won’t give up on me? On us? On this thing we have…whatever it is?”

“You know, I don’t think I could, now. I wouldn’t even know how to start letting you go.”

"God, you don't even know how much I wish you were over here right now," I muttered, not even realizing I'd spoken aloud.

“Oh yeah, little girl?” Dom replied, the flirting smirk back in his voice. “And why is that?”

“Well, I figure we could start where we left off on Friday…”

“You do, huh?”

“Yeah…that was…nice… I liked touching you.”

“Mmm,” Dom murmured. “I liked you touching me. But,” he laughed, lowly, “next time you decide you want to do something like that, could you not leave me lying in the dirt outside the garage?”

“What’s the matter, Dom?” I asked, playfully. “Don’t you like getting dirty?”

“Dirty I have no problem with,” he replied. “It’s my girl leaving me alone and so turned on that I can barely move for an hour that I don’t like so much.”

“Yeah? Really? I turned you on that much, huh?”

“Yeah…really.”

“So…what else do you like?” I asked, curious.

“What else do I like?” Dom echoed, sounding confused.

“You know, like, that kind of stuff…just so I know… I mean, I’ve never really… Well, I mean I’ve heard things, of course, but I’ve never really actually done…” I could feel myself blushing and hoped it didn’t show in my voice.

“Oh…I see…” Dom replied. “Well…you want to know what I like done to me, or what I like to do?”

“Uhm…” I stammered, “What you like done to you, first, I guess…”

“Well,” he started, pausing just long enough to make me think maybe he wasn’t going to answer at all. “I like when my girl’s assertive, makes the first move, lets me know she wants me without making it obvious to everyone else. I want a girl who doesn’t care if other people know she’s with me or not, all that matters is the two of us know how we feel about each other. I like being kissed, long and hard, until I forget to breathe, I can’t even think anymore. I like to be licked…I love the feel of a tongue against my skin. Anywhere is good, but especially my neck, my ears, my chest and my dick. I like some teasing - light touches until I think I’ll go insane. I like a bit of teeth and nails. Not enough to be painful, but enough so I can feel it.”

“You’ve been with lots of girls, haven’t you?” I asked, feeling more than just a little inadequate.

“No, not really all that many,” he answered, softly. “I mean, yeah, I’ve been around a bit…gotten the attention from the girls and all. Hell, sometimes I thought they’d kill each other for the chance to be with me. But no one ever really was exactly what I was looking for, you know? I was always left wanting…something.”

“Even with that Julie girl?”

“Especially with Julie,” he laughed.

“Why? She’s pretty…” I said, doubtfully.

“Pretty, yeah, sure… But Julie never really cared about me at all. She only wanted to be seen with me ‘cause it would raise her own rep...or maybe ‘cause she was trying to piss off her brother. Most I usually got from her was fifteen minutes in the back of a car, if I was lucky. But…why are we talking about Julie?”

“Okay, okay… So…what do you like to do? To girls, I mean?”

“Mmm,” he growled softly. “Well, I’m definitely a breast man. So…yeah…anything that has to do with looking at or touching a tit, I like. But I really love having a girl sitting in my lap with her legs wrapped around me, and just burying my face in her chest…breathing in her scent.”

“Oh,” I said, looking down at my own tits. “You probably like them big, huh?”

“Nah…not really. Just…normal sized, you know. Like yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep…yours are just about perfect, I think,” he said, laughing a little.

“Really? I always thought they were too small…I mean, for guys to like…”

“Well…I’ll have to experiment some, but from what I’ve seen so far, they’re just right for me.”

“Experiment, huh?” I asked, huskily. “You promise?”

“Promise,” he laughed. “So…what do you like, little girl?”

“Well…I liked how you taste. I wondered if you tasted like that everywhere, or just your neck…”

Before I could continue, I heard my aunt’s car pull up in the driveway, the door slamming. “I have to go Dom, my aunt just got home,” I said hurriedly into the phone.

“Okay,” Dom said, laughing a little. “One of these days, though…sometime soon…we’re going to continue this conversation somewhere where we won’t be interrupted. Sleep well, Letty. Dream of me.”

“I always do,” I whispered before hanging up just as my aunt walked down the hallway.