Page 15 of The Deeper Game (The Kinky Bank Robbers #3)

Chapter Ten

“I brought a towel,” Thor said. “Though you might be past where a towel can help. You guys are covered in mud.”

Zeus rolled off of me and propped his head on his hand, slicking his hand over my wet belly. “Why didn’t you come and join in?”

“I didn’t think it was that kind of fuck,” Thor said.

“Fuck her now,” Zeus said.

“Yeah. Thor —” I wanted him to be in the mud with us, and to feel as good as we did. “Come here.”

“We have to get back,” Thor said.

“It’s three in the morning,” Zeus said. “The man’s not going anywhere.”

“It’s four,” Thor said.

“Man’s still not going anywhere.”

“Come here,” I said. “I want to touch you in the mud. Let me lick the rain off you.”

“We don’t serially fuck you,” Thor said. “That’s for a prostitute, being serially fucked.”

“Isis wants you to come down here,” Zeus said.

“No,” Thor said.

“It’s amazing in the rain and mud,” I said. “You would like it.”

“That’s not how it works,” Thor said.

“I never heard of any no-serial-fucking rule,” I said.

In truth, we never did it where I fucked one guy after another. But right at that moment, it seemed sort of dirty in a way that I liked.

“I want you to fuck me serially,” I said, heat pooling in my belly. “I want you to fuck me while Zeus watches.”

“We don’t pass you around,” Thor said again.

“If it’s what Ice wants, it’s what Ice gets,” Zeus said.

“Come here, Isis,” Thor said. “The towel’s still partly dry. We’ll dry you off and get you back in the truck.”

Zeus stood, glorious and naked. “Ice wants you to come down there.”

Distant lightning illuminated his pale ass as he got up into Thor’s face.

I thought he might kiss Thor, but instead he drew a finger down his cheek, trailing a line of mud like war paint.

Thor glared, chest rising and falling beneath the rain-soaked T-shirt that hugged his muscles.

One more inch and they’d be kissing. My bank robbers never kissed each other—the only kind of sexual contact they had with each other was when they were fucking me, and that was more incidental. But I liked to imagine them kissing.

The rain pounded harder, louder.

“You know you want to fuck her,” Zeus said. “You know you want to.”

Thor watched Zeus’s eyes. Pulses of lighting flashed on the horizon, illuminating his mud-streaked face and ferocious expression and wet blond hair.

He was a hot, beautiful Visigoth. Hot, beautiful, and massively hard.

And I wanted him like mad.

Zeus raised his other hand and swiped that one down Thor’s other cheek, so that Thor had fat mud stripes on both cheeks. A kind of weird challenge. The mud stripes made his cheekbones even more pronounced.

Thor pushed Zeus away. “Fuck off. I’m not fucking Isis serially. It’s not fun for her.”

He came to me and knelt, holding the towel.

I sat up. “It would be fun for me tonight.”

He wrapped the towel around my shoulders. The warmth felt good, but I wanted it to be his body, not some towel.

Zeus muscled in beside Thor. “I’ll hold her and bite her ear while you fuck her,” Zeus said. “She’ll love that.”

My pulse was racing, imagining him holding me, imagining his meaty hands on my body while Thor fucked me.

“No fucking you serially. Zeus, you go find your clothes.”

“What is with you?” Zeus took the towel from Thor. “I fucked her, I’ll clean her up.”

“Fuck you.” Thor grabbed the other end of the towel. I jumped away as they struggled over the towel, collapsing into the mud, wrestling over it.

“You guys!” I said. “Stop it! What the hell?” I didn’t know how to feel about my guys wrestling and rolling in the mud.

Until I realized it was the hottest thing ever.

They rolled around like wild animals, coming to a stop only when they hit the base of the tree. Thor was on top of Zeus, then Zeus was on top of Thor. I went over and shoved at Zeus’s back with my foot. “Hey!”

Thor hooked his leg in Zeus’s leg and flipped them over so that Thor was on top.

Zeus grunted and pressed a palm into Thor’s muddy chest.

That was enough. I got down there with them and grabbed Thor’s slippery shoulders, trying to pull him off Zeus. No go.

“Hey,” I said, trying to push Thor since pulling didn’t work.

Then I just pressed my weight onto him. They’d stopped fighting now that I was there, so I kept on horning in, pushing my way between the panting guys, exploiting the fact that they wouldn’t hurt me.

I felt Zeus’s hands on my shoulders, gripping me and positioning me firmly on top of himself… and almost under Thor.

I grabbed Thor’s shoulders and started kissing him.

Thor gusted out a breath and closed his fists around my hair, kissing me back, holding my head in place.

He angled his head, forcing my mouth open with his tongue, shoving it in.

I pulled him to me more tightly.

I could feel Zeus’s hands around my shoulders, locking me between them.

I pressed my hands to Thor’s cheeks and pushed his face from mine, staring into his eyes. “Fuck me serially,” I said. “Use me.”

“Ice.” He slid his hands along my breasts. I wrapped my legs around him. His pants fabric felt rough against my tender folds.

“Come here.” Zeus pulled me backwards onto his lap. He was sitting back against the tree, I realized.

Thor came with us, kneeling between my legs. He leaned in and slid his hands all over my breasts, then he bent in, licking the rain, and hell, maybe the mud. “God, Isis. You’re wet and dirty and so hot.”

“All the better for you to fuck me,” I gasped.

He leaned in for a kiss, pinching my nipples lightly, teasing me like I liked. Zeus pressed his strong, firm hands into my belly, holding me flush to him.

“Take off your pants, Thor,” Zeus said. “You have one second before I start biting her ear. She needs you to be fucking her while I bite her ear.”

“Hurry,” I said.

Thor stood, working his belt.

Zeus closed his lips over my ear in the spot where he’d bit me before.

I braced myself for the dark pain of it as he held me to him.

He pushed his hands down my belly to my sex, or more the tops of my thighs, spreading my legs apart for Thor, and then he slid his hands back between my legs, but he stopped before touching me at my thrumming core. He simply pressed down on either side.

Delicious sensation flooded my core as he compressed my pussy. “Oh, yeah,” I said. All the nerve endings in my clit felt plumped up, exposed, ready, tingly.

I needed even more desperately to be touched, to be fucked directly. “Do you like this?” he grated into my ear.

“Yes,” I panted.

Thor’s cock jutted out like a feral, blunt rod, briefly strobed by the lightning flashes on the horizon.

“Keep doing it,” I said. “Do it while Thor fucks me.”

Thor fell to his knees in front of me. “You heard the lady,” Thor said, rubbing his cock on my plumped out clit.

Oh, this was a new move. And it was brilliant.

Thor kissed me, fucking me with his tongue. I grabbed his cock and pressed it to my sex between Zeus’s merciless hands. Waves of mad pleasure rolled over me. I felt his cock jump in my grip. He was as on the verge as I was. I pressed it into my center. He slid in easily with a deep groan.

“I always want you to fuck me,” I whispered.

“Always.” Well, that wasn’t exactly true—there were times I wasn’t in the mood—but at the moment, I couldn’t imagine a time like that.

It seemed impossible to not want this delicious feeling, to not want these hands on me, to not want my bank robbers to take their pleasure in my body.

Especially with Zeus’s hands down there, pushing my sensitized lips flush against Thor’s grinding cock.

I threw my head back to rest on Zeus’s shoulder. He turned his head and bit my earlobe. “Ah!” I said in surprise. With all the action down there, I’d forgotten he meant to bite my ear. “Ah!”

I arched my back, lost in the wild feeling.

This seemed to excite Thor, because he thrust harder, which increased the intensity of the friction, and I broke apart, launching into a mind-numbing orgasm that spun through me. “Oh, yes,” I said as Thor came with a cry, thrusting in one last time, then stilling.

The rain pounded as I lay there, strung out between my guys.

Thor leaned his forehead into my neck. “Fuck,” he whispered as the tremors moved through him. He rolled off.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Zeus panted. I realized vaguely that he’d taken one of his hands off me, and that he was doing himself.

I turned around and knocked his hand away, gripping his slick cock in my own hand, then I bent over and took him in my mouth and sucked and stroked in the way that most drives him wild.

I felt Zeus’s hand come over the back of my head. “Goddess,” he rasped, pushing my head down over his huge rod. His whole body tightened as he came into my mouth with a strangled cry, cock pulsating between my lips, on and on.

“Wow,” I said, collapsing back onto him.

“Sheesh, I didn’t think I’d come again,” he said.

“I didn’t think I’d come again,” I said.

Thor lay on his side next to us, head propped up on his hand. He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “So much for the clean, dry towel.”

I smoothed his hair back so he looked like a 1920s guy. “You will never make me feel used, or like a prostitute,” I said. “I always want you to do everything you want.”

Thor kissed my ear and whispered, “Except sometimes when you wake up crabby.”

“Yeah. There’s that.”

He stood up. “We need to go.” He put out his hand. I took it and let him pull me up. Then I reached back for Zeus. He took my hand and stood.

The tension level between the three of us had dropped from eleven to one now that we’d fucked our brains out.

Thor picked up the muddy towel. “I don’t know why Odin sent me out here with the towel. We should’ve waited for you to come to the vehicle.”

“Odin sent you out with a towel?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Thor said. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

I squinted. It wasn’t a good idea at all. Like Thor said, the towel would’ve stayed dry if they’d waited for us to return.

Unless the towel staying dry wasn’t the point.

My clothes lay nearby, only slightly damaged. Zeus’s clothes were scattered all over. We helped him find them and wrung them out best we could. Then we headed back to the SUV. Even from far off, I could see Odin in there, face lit by the glow of his phone.

It was then that it came to me that Odin had engineered all of this. He’d decided we needed to have sex to feel saner. He’d made it happen. And now I was less worried, Zeus was less primal, and Thor was less distracted.

Had Odin been quietly controlling things all along? Or was I looking at a power shift? I’d always thought of Zeus as the leader of the group. Was I wrong on that? Was Odin the power behind the power? Or did Odin only take over when Zeus was wildly emotional?

Zeus got to the vehicle first and pulled open the door. “Tell me we have more clothes in here.”

Odin looked us over with an exaggerated frown of disgust. “You ripped Isis’s shirt?”

I smiled.

Zeus snorted. “I ripped mine. She ripped hers.”

Odin slanted his eyes at the back of the vehicle. “All we have is one old sweatshirt. Isis gets it. Maybe a few other towels.”

We were back on the road two minutes later with Zeus driving. Thor and Zeus and I had towels to sit on, but we were still pretty wet and muddy. I pulled the sweatshirt over my head, grateful for the warmth.

“This guy’s place is about fifteen more minutes out,” Odin said. “Zeus, what happens if we want to take our time with him? What happens if you call in sick to the HVAC crew? Are we screwed?”

Zeus thought it would be fine just once. They needed him now. No way would they fire him.

I looked over at Zeus, who was wiping his face with his hand, but it only smeared around the mud. Same with Thor. It was a freaky look they had going. “We need to wash up properly and find new clothes,” I said.

Odin eyed me in the rearview mirror. His look was just a little too sparkly. “Do we?”

I straightened when I got it—he wanted us to go question this guy looking like scary freaks.

I studied his face, even after he looked back at the road. Odin was all calm, confident determination, revealing nothing.