Page 97 of The Enforcer

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 theMby 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 actuallysee ithappen. 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 tastedreallygood.

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 justlickedTino.

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.

Tino was better looking than Nova.

At least Brianna thought he was. Others would disagree, but Nova had never been her type. He looked like Carina. Like their father.

Tino looked like someone else.

A beautiful someone else, with soulful eyes that made her feel like Tino could see right through her. She absolutely did not want Tino to do what Nova was doing right now with those pretty, exotic girls he’d left back at the warehouse.

But she still needed to know.

“Is that why you took it?” she pressed. “You wanted to do this? With them?” Then, because she felt so hot and the lights in the subway car were flickering and distracting her and the sweat was making her hair stick to the back of her neck, she added, “Not me.”

“I wanna do it with you.” Tino’s gaze had fallen back to her hand on her chest, and the letters emblazoned there by him, marking her private property. “I think about it all the time.Every time.I pretend it’s you. Makes it easier. Nicer. Makes me play better.”

She frowned at him. “What?”

“Wrong crowd.” He said it like he was reminding himself. “Way wrong crowd.”

The train pulled to a stop, and Tino shook his head. The he reached down and grabbed her hand, his thick fingers intertwining with her smaller ones. It wasn’t an inappropriate touch, but the way he stared at her hand, as if shocked at how good it felt in his, made Brianna think very inappropriate things.

That was most definitely Nova’s fault.