Part 7

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Taylor's room was dark except for the soft glow from
the street light outside. The hushed whisper filled
the room and Taylor managed to evade Vince's grasp as
she she moved to switch on the lamp beside the bed.
Throwing off her jacket she turned back to him.

"My place," she teased as he jerked her roughly
against him. His mouth hovered over hers for a moment
before diving in to taste her honeyed heat. His tongue
played along the length of hers, drawing hers into his
mouth and sucking greedily. They broke apart in slow
increments breathless and falling into the depths of
each others eyes ... both wanting, needing, one thing.
Vince pulled her toward the bed. He fell onto his back
on the soft mattress, remembering the feel well. He'd
crashed more times in the room than he'd like to admit
before Taylor had shown up. Now, it amazed him that
they would be sharing the bed, the same bed that had
been so lonely before as he lay there thinking of Mia.

"I love you," he whispered near her ear as she braced
herself on one elbow starring down at him, toying with
his mussed hair. Her smile was a bright beacon in the
room at hearing his words.

"I love you too, Vince. Think I knew that the first
time......." Her words were cut short as Vince
attacked her neck with a fervor of love and lust. He
tugged at the hem of her T-shirt and she stiffened
against him.

"What's wrong?" He lifted his head, afraid she'd
changed her mind.

"Turn off the light. Please," she told him, shifting
her eyes away, afraid herself of the moments to come.

"Yeah. Shit, okay." He reached up and clicked off the
lamp. "What's with the light, babe?" he questioned.

She avoided answering by grinding her pelvis against
the straining hardness cradled in his tight jeans. Her
lips went to his neck, suckling the warm salty skin
there, marking him as hers and hers alone. With a deep
rolling moan Vince reached for the hem of her T-shirt
tugging it upward and over her head as she breifly
broke contact. She thought she was safe, safe there in
the dark and she could enjoy his touch fo a moment
before the questions came. But she wasn't quite that
lucky, she went rigid as his fingers brushed across
her back.

"Taylor? What the hell is that?" he ground out,
already having a pretty clear idea. He reached up and
clicked on the light pulling her up to sit with him in
the bed. "Turn around," he ordered, not even imagining
she would refuse.

She shook her head from side to side. "Don't , Vince.
You don't wanna see anymore than I wanna show you."
Dropping her head she sighed, knowing this was the
moment she had dreaded. He wouldn't want to touch her
after this, wouldn't want to see her again. She'd
learned that the hard way, learned it from the hard
slap of rejection.

"Babe, I gotta see. Please," he whispered, leaning in
his hands settling on her shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, she turned, knowing she couldn't
prolong the inevitable any longer. She could feel his
fingers tracing each and every raised mark from her
waist to right below her neck, from hip to hip and
shoulder to shoulder. Her back was one big scar where
once charred skin had been.

"Fuck! Who...How.....What happened, Taylor?" Vince
hissed, trying to imagine the pain a person went
through to get those kind of scars.

"I don't know, V. I can't remember not having them.
Well, I can I guess. There was a time before that I
remember my mom and everything and then a year around
8 that is gone and then those." She tried to explain,
but realized she was making very little sense so she
tried again. "There's a year of my life I can't
remember and I think that's when the burns happened."

"Shit, what could be so bad that you forget a year? A
whole fuckin' year." He ran his hands through his dark
mussed hair, anger thick inside him. Some how, he knew
someone did this to her and if he ever found out who
he swore to himself he would kill them.

"I don't know, V. I guess when somethings bad enough
you just....." She sighed, trying to stand from the
bed only to have Vince pull her back down, twisting
her onto her back. He lay between her thighs, face to
face and staring down into the shimmering depths of
her eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his hand
caressing a line down her side.

Taylor turned her head, tears gathering at the corners
of her eyes, wanting to believe him and knowing that
just like other guys he would say it now. "Vince,
don't say something that...."

"Goddamn it, Taylor, I mean it. You're beautiful and
those fuckin' scars don't take away from that. You
said you loved me. That true?" He took up kissing a
trail along her jaw line to her neck.

"Of course it is!" She nearly shouted in her
vehemence.

"Then you gotta trust me, too. I'm tellin you what I
see," he whispered from between the valley of her
rounded tits, his fingers moving to the stiff peaks,
rolling the nipples between his fingers.

"I do trust you, V. I swear." She was breathless and
her lower half seemed to have a mind of its own as she
rolled her hips against him. She craved every inch of
contact she could manage trapped beneath him. Her
hands began pulling at the light colored tank he wore
and he leaned up just enough to whip it over his head
and toss it to the floor. In his position it was his
turn to pick the next artical of clothing that went by
the way side and it was, of course, her jeans. He
popped the button at the waistband and slid them over
her hips with little assistance from her. Slithering
from the material, she bit her lip to keep from
moaning as he tore at the satin panties, finally
ripping them along one of the side seams.

"Sorry, babe," he growled, between her thighs again,
thrusting against her wet folds. There was no getting
inside with his jeans still buttoned and restraining
his full aching length. His mouth was sucking greedily
at her nipples, going from one to the other.

"V..." she whispered, pushing at his shoulder.

"What?" she groaned, his head falling to her stomach.

"We're not getting anywhere like this," she giggled,
leaning up just enough to hook her fingers in the
waistband of his jeans and work the button loose.
Pulling the zipper slowly down with the shrill sound
filling the room, she reached inside with her fingers,
encountering the pulse of his steely cock.

"Damn, Taylor," he hissed as she stroked the underside
of him, a small tappered finger tracing up to the
small slit in the head. Slowly she withdrew him from
the separation of his jeans and guided him to her
quivering slicked tunnel. She arched her back when he
couldn't contain his first thrust and filled her in
one quick plunge.

Vince pulled in lung full after lung full of air
trying to still his run away excitement. Her body
snugged his so perfectly that he couldn't think about
anything except staying buried inside her. But he knew
it wouldn't last long if he couldn't get control.

"Please, Vince.....Please..." She was practically
begging him to move inside her, small whimpers coming
from her throat. He couldn't resist her pleas and
withdrew only to slide home again with a wild thrust,
his hips began working in a frenzy with her voice and
body urging him on. She was nearly
screaming his name by the time he felt her tightening
convusively around him, internal muscles squeezing him
tightly and then releasing. With a hard moan rolling
from his throat he came deep inside her, still
pounding into her until he was totally spent. His
weight settled on her as she lay there panting but she
didn't mind at all. The feel was love and comfort all
rolled into that moment. Rolling to his side he pulled
her with him and stared into her eyes until she
couldn't hold the gaze and turned away.

"Hey, I your still think you're beautiful." He smiled,
reaching up to tuck a stray tendril of hair behind her
ear.

"And I still love you, Vince." She sighed, returning
his warm tranquil smile. She quickly tucked her face
beneath his chin as a wide yawn took over. Vince
chuckled, actually excited that he was in love. It
wasn't the dreaded feeling he believed it to be, nothing
like he thought it was when he imagined the feelings
for Mia. He gently rubbed the rough contour of her
back and an idea began to take root in his head as the
poems he'd taken from her journal ran in a fast stream
through his head. She didn't like her skin, not the
skin on her back anyway ... then change it he decided.

Part 8

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Dom stood with his arms wrapped securely around Letty, chin resting on the top of her head as he stared, sincerely shocked at Mia, who was flipping one of the world’s largest pancakes in a frying pan on the stove. Letty, just as shocked, gaped at Mia with the other woman's admission. Dom had been plying her with questions about Taylor for the better part of an hour and she had finally cracked, finally realized he had a right to know and that Taylor would probably insist on telling him soon anyway.

Finally, Dom shook off the the fog of the moment. "Taylor's fuckin married to Lance Tran? How the hell..." At that moment Dom sensed movement from the corner of his eyes and turned his head to see that Vince stood in the doorway of the kitchen with Taylor directly behind him. Silence hung heavy in the small room, stares locked in place. Vince's features transformed into a mask of betrayal and rage, he couldn't look behind him to her, couldn't stand what he would see or what he wouldn't see.

"Shit!" Dom hissed, as Vince slammed his fist against the doorframe and shoved past him and Letty.

"Vince!" Taylor rushed after him, finally catching up to him as he was slipping behind the wheel of his car. Reaching over to the passenger seat, he grabbed her backpack and journal and tossed them out the window. "Stay the hell away from me, Taylor."

"But...Vince, please!" She barely jerked her hands from the window seal as he started the car and shoved it into reverse in quick secession. "Vince!" Her scream competing with that of his tires.

Half a mile down the road he took the corners with unabated speed, not caring one way or the other if he made it the next block or not, her face swimming before his eyes. Hitting the brakes, the car skidded to a stop as he slammed his hands against the wheel several times, pain racking his body. "Shoulda known...Shoulda known....Too fuckin good to be true..." Shoving his palms against his eyes, there was only one thing he knew. He knew he wanted to forget.

After he sped away Taylor turned back to the house, a heavy sigh on her lips, the shock not giving way to the hurt that boiled inside yet. Slipping through the backdoor she looked at the people she called friends, totally bewildered.

"Damn, Taylor, I'm sor....." Dom began, only to have her hold up her hand to silence him, this being one of the very few times he would accept something as disrespectful.

"It's not your fault, Dom, I should have told you long before now," She breathed, another long drawn out sigh floating around her. She leaned against the refrigerator. "Mia, how much did you tell them?" she asked as she slid to the floor, bracing her elbows against her knees and scrubbing at her eyes.

"Just what you heard. That's it, didn't have a chance to get into the rest." Mia, handed Dom the plate she had just lifted from the stove, piled with pancakes. Releasing Letty, Dom eased to his heels in front of her and offered her his pancakes. That's the moment it all fell apart, the moment she fell apart.

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She should have left him alone like he asked, like he demanded … but she couldn't. Hours had turned into days and it was just too hard getting through them now. She pulled into the drive beside the garage. Sitting inside the car she waited, waited for her stomach to stop twisting into a series of painful knots, waiting until she could breathe again. But she wasn't stupid she knew that waiting wasn't gonna make it go away, waiting wasn't gonna make it easier.

She stepped out of Mia's car and moved towards the gleaming silver trailers just outside the garage. She paused taking a deep breath.

"I ain't seen him come outta there for a couple of days now." She recognized the voice as Leon's and turned towards the source. Inside the shaded garage she had an audience. There stood, not only Leon, but Jesse, Brian, Dom and Letty, nearly all of the Toretto team. She nodded, steeling herself for what was to come, good or bad. Standing there, she had a sinking feeling it was going to be bad, but she'd be damned if she'd let anyone else see that.

With purposeful steps she made it to the trailer without turning and running back to the care, which was the idea that kept screaming at her over and over in her head. Reaching for the handle, she slowly pulled the door open, hearing the low hum of music from inside followed by the sharp bark of Vince's voice.

"Fuck! I already told you Jesse I ain't hungry now get the hell out!"

"It's not Jesse, Vince." She moved through the trailer towards where he lay on the small converted bed. "And I didn't bring any food." She smiled, only to be met with a hostile glare, his biceps flexing in anger where they were thrown over his head, in his hand was clutched a piece of paper.

"Look, I'm sorry, I tried to stay away. I swear I did but I couldn't." She pushed the words past the emotions that lodged in her throat at seeing him, his bare chest covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Didn't try hard enough," he growled, cutting his eyes toward her. It was plain he was tired, exhausted, not much different than her.

"Yes. I did, V. That's what you said you wanted and I TRIED." Her eyes dropped to the floor below her. "I wanted to explain to you at least. If you...."

"Go, Taylor. Tell it to your husband." Shoving from the disheveled bed he strode toward her intent on turning her toward the door and showing her just how much he wanted to hear any explanation she had. But when he tried to shoved past her in the narrow trailer her arms were quickly tangled around his neck, her softer body pressing into the hardness of his. He fought a wild battle inside to keep the moan building inside his throat at bay as he realized how much he had missed her, missed the smell of her, the feel of her.

"I'm not married, V," she whispered, a pleading in her voice for him to listen. "I'm not and least of all to Lance Tran."

"Shit!" He shook his head. "Taylor, I heard Dom....." He lay his hands hesitantly on her hips, not sure if he should give in or not but sleepless nights and restless days took over and he was to tired not to listen to her.

"You only heard part of the story, V. " She kissed his chest lightly. "Lance might want to believe we're married but it's far from legal."

"How the hell does he think your married?" Vince met her eyes, allowing himself trust her just a little.

"No. No, see, I said he wants to believe it. Truth is he's wanted somethin I wasn't willing to give him since I started working for the Trans a couple of years ago." A little smile formed on her lips as she felt his hand moving lower, squeezing and kneading. "A few months ago outta the blue he gets Johnny's sister, Julie, to forge my name on a marriage license." Her hand began its own migration from his neck to his chest, her thumb rubbing across his small male nipple. "Lance, informed me then that I have to work a catering job for the restaurant and it turns out he set me up. I got to the restaurant and his boys kept me there until this elaborate wedding, Johnny's mom had spent months planning is just about to go off without anyone having the slightest clue. I swear, Vince, I was... was scared as hell of him. He's crazy, the things he did just to get what he wanted." She shook her head, still feeling the residual fear. "Anyway, I go through with the whole wedding show, knowing it means nothing. Only Lance doesn't see it that way, he cornered me in the kitchen of the Tran's house and he starts with the threats then." She slid here eyes away from him, embarrased that she ended up in the bizzare situation in the first place. "The next thing I know, V, I've got a knife in my hand. Don't know here it came from, looked long and thin. You know, like a fillet knife or something. When he had his hands under my dress I cut him." She sighed, moving her hand lower across Vince's abdomen. "Right about here." Running her finger across the hard rippled of his stomach she showed him the exact spot she had sliced through Lance's stomach.

"So, what I'm saying is......" She never got to finish, in one quick move Vince had her pinned against the opposite wall, a feral growl rumbling through his chest.

"He ain't gonna fuckin get near you again," he swore, his hands already under her shirt, kneading the high soft spheres of her tits.

"I don't think he wants me now. Maybe, wants to get even," she mumbled through the sensual distraction Vince was providing. After working loose the buttons of her jeans he knelt in front of her tugging the denim over her hips and down her thighs. How the hell had he done without this for nearly three weeks, he wondered, staring with unabashed hunger at her exposed full lower lips, licking his own lips he moved toward her. His tongue slipped between the fleshy wet folds, her sweet juice coating it.

Her head slammed back against the wall with unexpected force, but the resounding thud and the sharp pain was ignored for the lightening bolts of pleasure that spread through her clit and beyond to her eager slit where he buried his fingers, thrusting in and out in a hard rhythm. Grasping fingers tangled in his hair pulling him more fully against her, the tingle across his scalp made the throb of his granite cock, painful inside his jeans. He moaned against her sending a buzzing vibration along her flesh that her had bucking her hips. Pinning her to the wall with his free hand he finished her off, his lips sucking frantically at her swollen clit had her in the throws of a long hard orgasm. She arched her back gasping as the spasms rocked her to the soles of her feet.

Slowly Vince withdrew and stood, smiling down at her. "Good, to have you back where you belong, babe." He kissed her, sharing her unique flavor. Lifting her off the floor he jerked her jeans the rest of the way from her body and carried her to the bed, his tongue playing along hers the whole way. Turning, he sat on the edge of the bed her long legs wrapped around him. Reaching between them he popped the button at his waist and unzipped his fly, his erection slipped from the tight confines, rubbing gently between her lips with every movement he made.

Slowly her eyes opened to met his, two dark points of burning heat came back to her. The sight of him so hot and wanting was enough to have her panting with the same desire. Just as she felt his rough hands on her ass, lifting her she noticed the paper on the bed. Reaching for it she grasped it and unfolded it just as he pushed inside her.

"I meant every word of this.." Her hot pants fanned across his ear and lower to his neck with each word.

"Huh?" Came his strangled reply, and she began to read the poems he'd stolen from her journal in time with the rocking of his hips, with each thrust into her.

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Letty looked up from where she had been leaning over the engine compartment of the Nissan they had been painstakingly repairing. Slapping Dom against the shoulder beside her, she smiled, pointing in the direction of the slightly swaying trailer.

"I guess she got through that thick head of his." She laughed as Dom's grin spread across his face.

"Bout damn time." He laughed in turn. But there were things about Taylor's situation with the Trans that had him on edge, keeping his guard up. Johnny had made threats, threats on Lance's behalf but threats none the less. Would Lance go as far as to try and kill Vince if he found out he was with Taylor? That was the question that kept his nerves raw and near the surface. His team was his responsibility and Taylor was a part of it all whether she knew it our not.

Part 9
 

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It was several more days before Taylor and Vince actually left the trailer, spending both day and night making love as often as they needed, which was near every time they touched. That was until they came back from a night of races and found the trailer trashed.
 

"Jesus!" Taylor gasped, standing just outside the door as Vince had a look around the inside. Her hand balled in frustrated rage, their little haven had been completely destroyed.
 

"FUCK!" Storming back through the door Vince kicked the door closed, kicked it closed several times before it stuck in the frame.
 

"Your shit's gone. Your clothes. Your books. It's all fuckin gone," he growled, running his agitated hand through his hair. Feeling her touch on his shoulder, he turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close. "I'm sorry, babe," he whispered laying his head against her shoulder, kissing her neck gently.
 

"Vince, it's not your fault. And it's all stuff that can be replaced." She stroked his back, feeling his emotions radiate off him in crashing waves.
 

"And I'm gonna do the replacing. You hear me?" He pulled away from her tapping her gently on the tip of her nose.
 

"You're not gonna get an argument from me, V." She smiled, falling more in love with him by the second. She thought love was love and once you had it that was it, you just did. There was no way of her knowing how it could grow and encompass everything that it touched. But it had … and Vince had, had done that to her life to the point that he was all she wanted.
 

"Come on." He turned pulling her towards the car with him. In minutes they were pulling in at Dom's and the throbbing base that came from the house was typical of a race night. "We can go to a motel tonight," he offered, cutting his eyes to her, hands clutching hard at the steering wheel.
 

"No." She smiled and looked to the house, lights blaring bright in the dark night. "Dom's made it clear that this is our home too. My room..." Then she amended her words. "Our room will be fine. I mean, we probably won't get a lot of sleep but I don't think sleep's what either of us had in mind, huh?"
 

"Hell, no." His answer was quick and certain as he leaned across to her sealing their lips in a heady lingering kiss, his tongue playing against hers. His hand was under her T-shirt before she realized it and she giggled against his mouth as he tickled gently across her ribs. "Let's go to bed, babe."
 

Pushing through the front door they rushed up the stairs hoping to avoid anyone, avoid the house full of veritable strangers. But Dom was just rounding the corner in the hall upstairs and nearly plowed into Vince. "Hey, brother," Vince barked out of habit.
 

"Gotta be somewhere?" Dom grinned, looking between the two knowing exactly what was going on. He'd been in the same rush an hour earlier with Letty teasing him up the stairs and into his room.
 

Taylor stood behind Vince nodding her head, smiling as Vince shook his. "No..." He tried not to let the frustration he was feeling leak into his voice. Taylor's sigh could be heard over the music below, pinning Dom with a semi-serious glare.
 

"You're a bad fuckin liar, V." He laughed pushing past them onto the stairs. "Thought we were gonna have to come and drag you both outta the trailer," he commented absently, shaking his head.
 

"Ummm.....Dom....About the trailer.." Taylor cut her eyes back to Vince silently urging him to tell Dom what they had come home to.
 

"Yeah, somebody trashed the trailer...stole all of Taylor's shit." Vince's face twisted in a renewed mask of fury.
 

"How bad?" Dom asked, already having a damn good idea who it was that had paid a visit to the trailer.
 

"Looks like minor shit.....Doors ripped off the cabinets...the bed shredded....the light ripped out..looks worse than it is...." Vince rattled off the things he could remember before he's started seeing red.
 

Dom turned on the stairs, gripping the banister below his hand tight. "Tran," it was more a statement than a question and Taylor looked to Vince and then back to Dom hesitantly nodding.
 

"He's not gonna let it go is he?" She would have pleaded for a different answer, different than Dom gave her but she respected his honestly knowing she could count on it, always count on it and the Torettos.
 

"He ain't gonna get near you, babe." Vince leaned in whispering near her ear.
 

"Lance knows the two of you are together..." He pointed at Vince, voice low and serious. "Be careful and keep a close eye on her."
 

"What the fuck?" he hissed as Dom left them and they made their way along the hallway to her room. "His head's full of nitrous if he thinks I'm taking my eyes off you," Vince grumbled, grabbing her around the waist and pushing the long wave of hair over her shoulder as he planted hot little kiss across the back of her neck.
 

"So..." She sighed, melting into the kisses. "You're gonna follow me around?"
 

"If I have to....Yeah.." he growled against the scented skin of her neck.
 

"Good..." Her hand slid around to him kneading his jeans clad hip in rhythmic motions. "You can follow me shopping tomorrow so we can replace my stuff."
 

"Yeah....Ummm, sure Taylor..." He stammered, thinking of the horror stories Dom told of the one and only time he had taken Letty shopping. It had been enough to make Vince wanna run in the other direction. But it was hopeless he knew he'd die and go to hell before he refused to go with her. He was quickly realizing he'd move heaven and earth to make her happy and shopping wasn't quite that drastic. With a promising smile turning up his lips, he lifted her off her feet and pushed into the room.
 

TBC