Page 20 of The Hard Way (The Kinky Bank Robbers #5)

The kiss went on, the pleasure of it merging with Zeus’s fingers. The three of us were going somewhere together.

He pulled away. “Now I have to fucking-g rewind.”

I smiled up at him. “Then fucking-g rewind.”

“Oh dear.” He smiled—finally. “What did you just say?”

“I said, fucking-g-a-rewind ,” I repeated, happy to see the darkness move out of his gaze for once.

He stood. “I’m not going to fucking-g rewind. You know what I’m going to do?”

“What?” I asked, panting.

“I’m going to fucking-g pause that thing. Zeus—” He pointed at a small metal file cabinet in the corner. “Bend her over the cabinet.”

Zeus groaned and hauled me up by my upper arms. He bent me over the cabinet, clasping my hands together with one of his. He held my hair with his other hand and pressed my cheek against the smooth metal. “What have you done, goddess?” Zeus asked sadly.

I closed my eyes and whimpered, as much of an answer as that question needed.

Odin drew something smooth over my naked ass. “Do you know what this is?”

“No,” I said .

He drew it along my butt again. “Try harder.”

“Something wooden?”

“Good. It’s a plaque. Do you know how it feels to be hit with a plaque?”

“No,” I said.

“Don’t let her put her legs together,” Zeus said, gazing into my eyes. “She needs to feel this one.”

Yes, please, I thought.

Odin nudged my legs apart, then drew his finger across my seam. I whimpered, right on the verge of coming.

“This is what he needs, goddess,” Zeus whispered.

Odin was right there, of course. He heard the whisper.

He probably understood both levels of it, too: Odin needed this as retribution for my teasing him about his way of saying fucking-g , admittedly a fun game of ours.

But also, he needed this kind of contact.

Most of all, he needed to feel my absolute trust in him.

“He needs to do this.”

Whack.

I cried out from the sting of it. It always hurt at first. It was a hard thing that always turned good.

“Count,” Odin said.

“What am I counting to?”

“Five,” Odin barked.

“What?”

“Ten now.”

“ Ten ?”

“Twenty.”

I said nothing. It was a lot. Whack.

“Two,” I gasped.

Whack.

“Three.”

Odin smacked on, and I counted. The hits were starting to get vibrate-y.

The pain became an intense sensation. Little by little, the pain and pleasure centers inside me were getting confused.

Little by little, these really sharp spanking sensations started feeling like tiny orgasmic bursts.

I wriggled under the hits. My mouth seemed to be saying fifteen.

“Do you know what it’s like to fuck you after you’ve had a good spanking?” Zeus asked me.

“No,” I said, floating. Was I even counting anymore? Whack.

“You feel extra soft and warm inside. And more alive. Because you feel everything we do afterwards.”

Whack .

“Seventeen,” Zeus whispered.

“Seventeen,” I called out.

Zeus looked back at Odin. I don’t know what he saw, but it made him frown. “Wait. I’ll finish.” He stood and pushed Odin back to me.

“What?”

“You can’t count anymore. It’s pathetic,” Zeus said, but I knew that wasn’t it. “You need to suck Odin’s cock.” He shifted me so that my cheekbone was right on the edge of the cabinet.

“I’m fine,” Odin said.

“Shove your cock into Isis’s mouth—now.”

Odin came and stood next to the cabinet. He reached down and stroked my hair. “Goddess.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dusky cock.

“Take it deep and hard,” Zeus said.

“Hold on here,” Odin said playfully.

I looked up at him. The darkness was gone, and he had a certain look to him, like the wild lust from before we’d fled to Italy. He brushed my hair back and touched the putty around my fake nose, then peeled the thing right off.

“What are you doing?”

“The fake nose wouldn’t survive the way I’m going to fuck your face. Because I won’t be gentle. Open.”

I opened .

He laid a heavy hand on the side of my head, then he shoved his cock into my throat.

I’d never done a sideways BJ. I nearly gagged.

“Take it, Ice. Feel me own you.” He began to pulse. I softened my throat.

Whack.

I gagged a little. One of those good gags.

It was nice to have the nose off. Dimly, I realized it also enabled me to breathe while he rammed his cock down my throat.

Because my guys were always thinking.

“Shit,” Odin said. “I can feel it in your throat when he strikes you.”

So could I. The feeling was blowing what was left of my mind. He struck me again at the same time that Odin thrust into my face again. They were coordinating, of course. This is what you got from seasoned criminals fucking and disciplining you—wicked coordination.

Tears streamed out of my eyes sideways.

My tears made the cool metal of the cabinet that my cheek was squished against slippery.

Everything was dark and slippery and wild in the empty office of the Baylortown Piggly Wiggly.

Odin cried out suddenly and thrust into me deeper still, cock pulsing with pleasure, warmth coating my throat.

He cried out in some other language—the dialect of Arabic he’d grown up with, swearing, I guess, feverishly petting my hair. He might have been saying I love you . I kind of think it was that.

I stilled, too, feeling only the postorgasm quiver of his cock in my mouth, alive and electric.

“You took off her nose,” Zeus grumbled a few minutes later.

“I would’ve fucked it off her,” Odin said, pulling out.

Zeus pulled me up and off the cabinet. I was shaky on my feet, but he held me tight and wiped my mouth with something soft, and then he kissed my neck. Like he was having a love affair with my neck.

“Yeah,” I said stupidly as Zeus moved his ravenous kissing to my cheek, then my lips.

“I need to fuck you now,” Zeus said. “I need you to take me deep.”

“You can do anything to me you want.” I was a soggy noodle, warm and good and needing desperately to come, which is to say, not the kind of soggy noodle you’d find on the Olive Garden menu.

“I thought I needed to fuck you before, but I really, really need you now.” He backed me into a wall. “I couldn’t stop even if you asked me.”

Me asking him to stop. Let’s just say, a Mars invasion was more likely. “…won’t be asking that.”

“We’ll be okay.” He pressed into me deliciously, sliding his hands up either side of my neck.

We’ll be okay.

He meant Odin. He’d seen the trouble, too. I shook my head. I wasn’t so sure. He growled and pressed me to the wall harder. He lifted my thigh with one hand. “I want you ready.” Suddenly his fingers were inside me, a thumb making circles around my tickly nub.

“I was ready a zillion spanks ago.”

“Oh, you feel good. You are going to feel good.”

I sucked in a breath. “You have to be inside me to know that for sure.”

He pulled his massive fingers from me and pressed his forehead to my chest, fumbling his large cock into my hole. “When you’re like this…” He pressed in, little by little, filling me slowly. “When you’re like this…”

I loved the way he filled me, pressing me to this wall in this shabby office where we weren’t supposed to be.

“When you’re so hot like this…” He pressed in a little more. I felt my body collapsing under his invasion. My eyes drifted closed.

“Look at me. Look at my eyes,” Zeus said.

I looked into his eyes.

“I’m your husband. And I love you. And I’m having you.

Look at me.” I looked harder, more than the bleary looking that I had been doing.

I really looked into his green eyes, and when he finally pressed all the way into me, filling and stretching me inside with his impossible thickness, his eyes changed.

They went unfocused. Like they saw everything in the world.

I clutched his back, pulling him to me, and he grabbed my hair with the hand that wasn’t holding up my leg. I kept watching his eyes, watching him fight through the haze of pleasure he was experiencing to get to me.

“I will always find you,” he grated.

I kissed his lips. When he could focus no more, he threw back his head in pleasure.

I kissed his neck. “Fuck me, baby. Have me all.”

Rhythmically, he thrust into me.

Uh-uh-uh, he said.

And right there I broke apart, unspooling so completely into a mad orgasm that he had to hold me up. Eventually he was gone, too, ramming me into the wall. It hurt in the beautiful way I loved.

When we emerged from our postcoital haze, I noticed two things.

One, there was a small monitor on the upper shelf that showed the parking lot outside.

My guys weren’t that reckless after all, I guess—they’d had a view of the outside that whole time.

And two, more important, Odin had found two key frames.

He had them side by side. One showed Nancy Zietlow, and the time stamp said 3:12 p.m. The other showed Hank Vernon himself. The time stamp there: 3:04.

“Motherfucker,” I said.

Odin tossed me a napkin, and I cleaned up.

“If we had a camera on the dairy case, we’d probably see her watching out for anybody looking while Hank put the bad cheese rounds in.

Then she’d move over and pick one up and put it in her basket.

She’d know it was one of the ones Hank brought because it wouldn’t be the same temperature as the others.

” Odin called up two other frames. Them leaving.

Hank was out of there about ten minutes ahead of her.

I pulled my clothes back on and put my fake nose in my pocket. It was late. Hopefully we wouldn’t get stopped by the cops.

“You have to put it back on,” Zeus said.

“Gah.” I sat at the desk and pulled out my gross gluey makeup and set up my compact mirror.

“Maybe that cooler really was deliberately unplugged,” Zeus said as he wiped the place down.

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Odin said. “How hard is it to get into your cheese-making area?”

“Not too hard. It’s locked up tight, but there’s no alarm on it. And there are crank windows up high on either side. They don’t lock them.”

“Large enough for a man to get through?”

“Yeah,” I said. “You think Hank actually did that?”

Odin said, “If he’s smart. It’s how I’d do it. The less people who know about this kind of crime, the better. I mean, you start hiring somebody for that, and they have your balls in a nutcracker.”

“So if Thor can get them together at a motel, then we have them, right?”

“Not good enough,” Zeus said. “What we have is a shitload of circumstantial evidence.”

I grabbed the paper towels and the Windex from Odin and wiped the top of the cabinet furiously, as if I could erase my anger and frustration with vigorous cleaning.