Be All, End All

Vivid erotic dreams starring Dominic Toretto were nothing new to Darynn. They’d started the first time she’d seen him in the parking lot at a truck stop. She’d had to get herself off in the middle of the night remembering self-confidently smug eyes behind dark sunglasses, a silhouette to rival a god, and an ass that begged to be smacked.

But as she flushed with an inner heat in the thick humid heat of her small bedroom she knew this was the best one yet.

Reality had always had a way of affecting her dreams. The fans blowing over her caused her to sigh. The heat caused her to shift restlessly. The clinging warmth of the sheet caused a scowl of irritation.

But all of these trivialities disappeared at the feel of a hot mouth against her skin.

She hummed and lifted her hip to the mouth, content to lie still and allow it to have at her. A mouth could do incredible things and very rarely were her dreams bad. It showed no signs of stopping.

Darynn smiled and purred at the slow licks over her lower back and ass. She squirmed at the ticklish sensation.

Hands were hot and rough when they gripped her hips with an implicit purpose. It was the first moment that Darynn considered that she might not be dreaming. She blinked groggily, recognizing the tingling of her flesh as arousal. Dim light, deep shadows. A whisper of movement and a low grunt.

She stretched luxuriously as a force pulled her backwards, the sheet beneath her going with her.

“Hmmm, Dom. What are you doing?”

Her ass was now poised, her knees bent beneath her. A hard hand ran down the slope of her back, rubbing flat and firm, then traveled back. Her hips were gripped with renewed determination and she felt his heat against her skin.

“You shouldn’t have slept naked,” he growled. One hand released her, his wrist brushing her as he positioned himself, and then he was pushing in.

Darynn smiled like a cat in the cream, while also moaning softly and pushing back against the intrusion. “Mmmm, if this is my punishment I’ll never dress again.”

The hand returned to her ass with a harsh smack and she grinned. Gripped and fucked, she had no choice in the proceedings, but didn’t mind in the very least. He was rough with her, thrusting into her with an ardor that he hadn’t shown the night before. She just straightened her arms, lifting herself up so that she could rock with him, giving him more play in pulling her against him.

Not the slow mind shattering type of orgasm, but just as good. She wanted to scratch and bite, cling and scream. He leaned forward over her and she wasn’t able to do much more than pant and moan. He held her down, using one hand to hold her in place and the other to support himself on something besides her.

“Oh, fuck, Dom. Fuck!” She started with a moan and ended with a yell.

He just growled and slammed into her, giving her what she’d just begged for.

Was every orgasm with him to be overwhelming? The slow build of fluttering spasms intensified until she gasped. Reality broke away and she was ridden through the clenching release. His grunts and harsh breathing ran together as his movement became stiff and unsynchronized. His fingers squeezed her ass painfully just before he stilled completely.

She moaned when he pulled out. Moments later he was rearranging her, laying her back down and stretching her legs out gently. Sleep was already dragging her back under. He leaned close and she heard his soft hum next to her ear, as if he were smiling. His lips brushed her cheek making her smile and then nothing.

Darynn felt like a zombie awaking for the first time. Food!! She was ravenous. Shorts, an aggravating bra, a tank, and then she was stuffing her feet into shoes and stepping out in search of that smell. The smoke of barbecue grills filled the air and had her salivating. She smiled when she thought of how she must look. Mussed and limping from full-body training sex. If she held out her arms and wailed for brains it would complete the picture, cuz she felt just like the living dead.

When she stepped out at the end of her trailer she automatically looked down toward where their cars were parked. Dom’s red Mazda was psychologically eye-catching. The car meant the man wasn’t far away. How could you not look? And sure enough, the man was very near. He was in the process of getting into said vehicle and paused when he saw her. Yards separated them, but her body thrummed with awareness. She cursed the traitorously reactive hormones while continuing to watch the man.

No expression at all, but then he nodded in acknowledgement and slid downward out of view. Had his lips turned up at the one corner for just a second there? She wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it or not.

She watched his car pull out, the only visible part of him his hand and thick arm on the steering wheel.

A smell accosted her nose and she turned with single-minded purpose once again. Food. Roasting meat in the desert breeze made her stomach churn on its self. If she didn’t eat soon she thought it might actually start digesting pieces of itself.

Low, Gregg and Brian were in the Toretto lean-to. She smiled her greetings, but moved with a clear goal. A plate needed help from her to support all the food she piled on it. Tossed down at the picnic table and then she was moaning in appreciation as the first morsel slid past her lips, most likely staining her hands, face and clothing with the delicious sauce.

Having Brian there was a treat that Darynn hadn’t thought of. He and Gregg ate with her, and then they sat at the table for the next few hours talking and goofing around. Low stayed near, but said little, though that could have been their fault. Exceedingly polite, he would have had to interrupt at the rate the three of them were talking.

She didn’t see Dom again, and didn’t think anything of it. He was making a killing out there somewhere, fleecing the gullible drivers of their winnings. She couldn’t blame him for keeping at it. Leon and Vince never showed either, but she just assumed they’d found chicks.

Brian broke up the impromptu reunion around midnight. Darynn went to bed and didn’t feel the least bit guilty about hoping for a nighttime caller.

She woke hours later unmolested and disappointed.

Race Wars was over. Darynn drank a soda for breakfast while she stood at the edge of the temporary encampment and watched it disassemble. Gregg, V and Leon were taking down the tent, packing things away. No one else was around.

With a heavy sigh of weariness at thinking of the chore to come, she pitched her can and headed out to her truck. It was time to start her own move.

Brian was all smiles when he joined her. Darynn was thrilled to see him, for both his help and his company. They worked together to load her car onto the trailer behind her truck. Then she got a friendly swat on the butt before he headed to his car and they headed out together.

Chatting over walkies helped with some of the boredom, but it was a lengthy drive. Brian gave her a ride back, stopping for lunch along the way. When they got to the desert to get her trailer they passed Dom’s being hauled out. His trailer was the kind that needed a vehicle with a fifth wheel to haul it. Dom had obviously rented a truck because he was driving it. He waved, but no words were exchanged.

Back at the house Brian helped her set up her trailer. Gregg pulled up as they were just finishing and Brian left with him with barely a word. It was nearly dark.

The house sat quiet, the driveway empty. Dom’s RV was in its place, delivered before they’d gotten there.

An unexplainable anxiety sprang up inside her, nearly physically felt. The weekend of Race Wars had been incredible. A fantasy of fun and fucking removed from the reality of their lives. But how would it work to return to the routine they’d had?

Dom’s eagerness to fuck her had been established long before Race Wars. Was his intention to just carry on? She as his dutiful mechanic and conveniently placed fuck-buddy? Him as the revered racer, male god, and womanizer?

Darynn knew she could deal with the sex, enthusiastically. But could she carry on day upon day without a solid pledge? She knew the answer to that instinctively. No. Be all, end all. She was her father’s daughter, and so being she wanted what she wanted, including respect. It wouldn’t be possible to allow herself to be used for a fuck-toy, no matter how gorgeous and talented and built he was.

She got ready for bed with one eye on the driveway. No way was she going to be used and labeled. If any of them thought they could then they were facing one hell of a battle. She fell asleep before anyone came home.