The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts Book 3)(77)

Tino didn’t respond, because Carina had found the approved boyfriend next to her and was playing with his hair that was spiked high with gel, but Tino pulled her back.

“You said touching makes it better,” Carina argued.

Tino snorted. “That doesn’t mean you’re supposed to do it.”

“I’ve done it with women,” the guy next to her said. “I can do it with women easy.” His gaze was on Carina’s tits, because the hormone fairy had visited Carina with a vengeance, and most boys with a pulse noticed. “Sometimes they like to watch. Sometimes they like to play.”

“Wrong crowd, Bobby,” Tino snapped at him. “Way wrong crowd.”

“What?” Bobby lifted his head and looked at Tino. “Is she your girl?”

He sounded strangely hopeful about it, which was odd, considering his fascination with Carina’s chest.

“She’s my sister.” Tino pointed to Carina’s forehead. The letters were dim because the ink was designed to show up under a black light, but it was still there. “So I wouldn’t look too hard unless you want my father to murder you.”

Carina would normally be really pissed off about that.

This time she went back to playing with Bobby’s hair, patting it and admiring the way it stayed standing.

Bobby seemed more than happy to let her, despite the murder threat that should probably be taken seriously considering the source. Tino appeared to give up on both of them with another roll of his eyes as he turned back to Brianna and asked, “What were you saying?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

Brianna couldn’t stop watching the way Nova looked with those girls. He had moved over a seat and pulled the Hispanic girl onto his lap. Unlike her friend, she had light skin and freckles over her nose. Nova spoke to her in Spanish, as if all the languages in his brain were sort of just out there, jumbled somehow, but it didn’t seem to matter to them. Brianna got the impression this wasn’t their first time together like this. They all looked incredibly comfortable as Nova tossed his head against the back of his chair. His hand was in her hair, and there was something about the look on his face as she kissed Nova’s neck that made Brianna feel beyond hot.

Brianna slid a hand to her chest, knowing she got all blotchy when she blushed. She looked to see if she was a spotted freak, and noticed the letters on her chest. She traced the M by the curve of her breast, remembering the way Tino looked when he wrote it there, shirtless, angry, and extremely territorial as he told everyone she was private property. The rush of pleasure that one memory created was crazy, wiping out that sickening sensation of jealousy that had been nagging at her since she’d seen those beautiful girls Tino had taken his shirt off for them at the warehouse. She looked back to Nova when he leaned over and kissed his Caribbean girlfriend like he needed the connection to keep breathing. The flicker of light looked so pretty on their skin, and it just made Brianna feel hot.

So hot.

Sweating.

Thank God she wore extra deodorant.

She shifted in her seat, still watching, still caressing the iridescent letters on her chest. She was sixteen, but she hadn’t kissed a boy. Not really. Not like that, with tongues touching where she could actually see it happen. She closed her eyes for one moment, trying to imagine Tino’s tongue against hers, and she slid her hand down to trace the lace of her bra, pretending it was his fingers against her skin.

“Porca puttana,” Tino whispered next to her.

She opened her eyes and noticed Tino’s gaze on her chest, following her hand like it was really interesting. Maybe it was actually hot on the train, because she could see the sweat on Tino’s forehead now. She was oddly fascinated with the way he looked under the flicker of lights. The beads of sweat on his forehead made him extra sexy and masculine, like the way he looked after he’d been dancing, almost too beautiful to be real. Tanned skin. Dark eyes. The line of his collarbone showing under his zipped-up jacket, because he wasn’t wearing a shirt under there.

Then one drop of sweat ran down from Tino’s temple to the curve of his neck, and it was Nova’s fault, because she had been watching them do it, with tongues brushing and fingers touching and hips moving. It sort of crossed the wires in her brain.

She leaned over and licked at the line of Tino’s throat like that girl on Nova’s lap was doing to him. Tasting the sweat. Feeling his skin against her tongue, and it felt really good.

It tasted really good.

Except Tino clearly wasn’t expecting it, and he sucked in one hard breath in response. His entire body stiffened, tense, powerful, strong, making Brianna want to touch him everywhere.

She jerked back instead.

Her face was on fire from the embarrassment.

She’d just licked Tino.

And she wanted to do it again.

“Madonn’.” Tino shifted in his seat like she did. Then he looked from Carina, who was still playing with Bobby’s hair, to Nova, who was still putting very dirty thoughts in Brianna’s head. “This is bad.”

“Is this what you wanted to do with those girls?” she asked, back to watching Nova, because really, how could she not?

In the light, if she squinted, she could imagine it was Tino.

Both brothers had the same short, inky hair. The same dark gaze. The same strong, muscular builds, even if Nova was a bit thicker. He would never be as agile as Tino, but it wasn’t that hard to imagine Nova had Tino’s more sensual bedroom eyes and fuller lips, looking less angry and more like one of those beautiful, cut men in the magazines.