Be All, End All

Darynn felt like a stranger walking into the garage the next morning. Would she get the cold shoulder from the team? What would Dom do or say?

Her first surprise came at finding Brian standing under the Escalade she and Vince were working on. He flashed her a smile and went right back to chatting with V about whatever they were doing. Looking down the line she saw Leon watching. She raised a brow and then a shoulder. He just shook his head and smiled, looking at Brian.

Guess the team had just gotten bigger.

As the day progressed she wondered if the team leader new of the addition. Dom didn’t show. Lunch brought Low with boxes of fried chicken. He sat with them to eat, but then left again. They worked late, wanting to make up time lost by going to Race Wars. Dom never made an appearance.

The end of the day came and they cleaned up. Darynn watched the guys break up as they left. She moved towards the back, but they seemed reluctant to leave. No Dom in the garage meant they didn’t have permission to throw some bash at the house, or even have a barbecue. Finding food was obviously the first issue. Where would they get their next meal?

When their indecision became hesitation, literally not moving in any direction, she stepped in. “Saddle up, boys. Dinner’s on me.”

They all turned at once and she got the impression they’d forgotten her up till then. Even Low turned to her as he was just stepping out of the garage and closing it up.

“You’ll feed us?” Gregg asked, looking like a little boy in his hopefulness.

Darynn rolled her eyes. Best way to a guy’s heart was through the stomach, right? “Yeah, I’ll feed ya. Where’s the closest buffet? Cuz I’m not paying for steak.”

Vince was on her in a second, arm around her shoulder. Well, look who was suddenly friendly.

“That China one is over on Olive.” Leon informed.

She nodded, “Chinese it is. Ought’a call ahead and warn them.”

“You speak Chinese?” Vince teased and got an elbow in his ribs.

Gregg stopped on the way to her truck. “We going like this?” He looked down at his greasy jeans and stained shirt.

That seemed to bring them all to a stop. Bunch of girls all worried about how they looked.

“If we all go the same it’ll be a fashion statement. None of them little Chinese girls are going to be looking at your ass anyway.”

Gregg turned and stuck his ass out in a posture that had them all grinning. He looked back and ran his hand over his presented butt. “I was worried about all you lookin’ at this sweet thang.”

They all laughed at him. Fucking dumbass.

Darynn stepped into her trailer and grabbed the keys. “Up on the back, boys. Nasty fuckers ain’t gettin’ in my truck.”

Four of them started to scramble up the side. Low was just stepping forward to do the same when she gripped his arm. “Drive?”

He looked at the keys she pressed into his hand. “Excuse me?”

She smiled, “I’m as filthy as them. You’re the only one that won’t ruin the interior. Would you?”

Leon and Gregg had overheard and were whooping for Low to drive. Darynn climbed up to join them on the back. She sat at the tailgate beside Brian. A smile formed as she thought of the last time she’d been on her truck.

Low drove carefully, which was good because the monkeys on the back would surely have fallen out if he’d hit a bump. They were either standing up or leaning over the side or just fucking around. She loved watching them, but wondered why they ever needed alcohol. They were crazy enough without it.

Dinner was a riot. It was one of those times where the only female became a target, to impress, to entertain, to get any sort of a reaction from. She felt like a cross between a mother with her children and a royal with her jesters. Everyone else in the restaurant frowned at the commotion they made more than once. Darynn made sure to tip well.

A stop on the way home got them alcohol and they spent the next few hours in Dom’s back yard, drinking and just being a team. Dom didn’t show up all night.

Brian ended up coming back to her trailer with her. She didn’t know where he’d spent last night, and didn’t feel like asking.

She got ready like normal, thinking he’d take the extra bed. Down to a tank and panties, she was pulling down the blanket when he came up behind her. A significant hardness against her ass let her know his intentions, and she didn’t argue.

Brian was a lot like her in bed. They each liked it rough at times, and not at others. Without words they agreed that today was one of those others.

When she turned to him he held her face in his hands and kissed her. His gentleness caused a shiver of longing. Time, distance, angst, and significant others couldn’t change what they’d shared. Some married couples weren’t together for as long as she and Brian had been.

They undressed mutually, half doing it themselves, half helping the other. Darynn didn’t think their mouths separated once, but that didn’t seem possible.

They barely fit on the bed side by side, so holding on to each other helped. There was very little groping. A touch there, a caress here, but not much else. This was for the culmination, not the stamina.

She sighed into him when his hand urged her legs apart. Fingertips stroking, then slipping deeper. Like a guy she liked it hard and fast, but she was still a female and needed to get the engine warmed up before taking it out on the highway.

Brian had two fingers inside her, and a tongue. He stroked, coaxing her reaction and her juices. He knew the engine well.

She was flushed and panting when he pulled free and moved over her. She sucked at his tongue, imitating how her body would be pulling at another part of him.

Familiarity. A nudge and then he was in. Hot friction and a slow stretching had them both moaning. Darynn wrapped her legs around him and let him work.

A slow familiar fuck. No bursting stars or screaming into the night. They came together, practice tuning them. A few seconds to catch their breath and they were done. Brian moved off of her and she snuggled her ass against his damp crotch.

“I missed you, Brian,” she whispered.

He kissed her shoulder. “Night, Dare.”