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And again.
And again.
Until Tino started pushing against her extra hard, extra fast. Then his muscles tightened as he shuddered and cursed in Italian against the curve of her neck.
But they could never seem to stop moving.
Stop needing.
It got soft for a little while. Soft kisses. Soft touches over sweaty, clingy, sticky clothes.
Then it got hard again.
With that dirty train kissing Brianna liked so much.
Thrusting.
Crying out.
It didn’t stop until the early-morning light came in, washing away the ghostly glare from the street lamps. It was just plain light. No life. No personality, and it sort of gave her a headache with all that unoriginality.
So she fell asleep with Tino draped over her to hide from it.
And looked for the ghosts in her dreams.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The ecstasy comedown took longer than Tino expected.
No wonder he sold so much shit.
He was still feeling relatively upbeat despite the lack of sleep when he’d left Brianna passed out on the bottom bunk, still dressed, because he didn’t think there was a drug in existence that would allow him to take her virginity when the two of them were high.
He took a quick shower, knowing he was supposed to be freaking out.
’Cause he was fairly certain he was broken now.
He wanted to crawl into that bunk and stay with Brianna forever. Everything in him needed to shut the door and hide with her. To find a way to escape his life.
Even if he knew it could be so much worse, tasting the other side, seeing what it could be like with someone he liked… It made him think that maybe his life did suck—epically—in really terrible and fucked-up ways and some sort of weird coping mechanism had kicked in at some point to let him dismiss it.
Usually he could deal, but this morning, the idea of touching another woman…
Of touching Mary…
He shuddered and just decided not to think about it as he tugged on the clean pair of jeans he brought with him into the bathroom, and then towel dried his hair. He might as well enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted.
He was going to crawl back into his old bunk bed and pretend reality wasn’t ever going to show up, but he walked past the living room and stopped.
Nova was standing there looking over the back of the couch and drinking a cup of coffee. A deep frown was etched into his forehead as he said, “What I can’t figure out is if he just showed up like he smelled an Italiana in heat or if she went out and found him.”
Tino stared at the same thing Nova was looking at.
Carina passed out on the couch in her bra and shorts. Paco, shirtless and barefoot in only his jeans, was sleeping with his face pressed between her tits like that was the greatest place in the world to be.
Bobby was sprawled out shirtless on the floor next to them in a sea of DVDs. It was just all very strange, very scary, and had Tino mumbling, “I guess we shouldn’t have left her alone.”
“Probably not,” Nova agreed as he looked to Bobby. “I thought he was gay.”
