Page 4 of The Hard Way (The Kinky Bank Robbers #5)

“I’m looking,” Zeus rumbled. “You look like you’re having a religious experience, Ice.”

“I am,” I breathed, getting up a rhythm. “It’s the deepest fucking ever. I never want you to pull out.”

“I think that would make airline travel a challenge,” Zeus said.

I was too gone to acknowledge the joke. It was like Odin’s cock was gripping my brain itself, making me feel wild and good.

I realized about here that I was the one moving and not the other way around, making him fuck me harder, invade me harder, making his head rub on something amazing inside me. “I love you,” I gasped.

“You’re going to come,” Thor said. “Look at her. She’s losing it.”

He was wrong. I was feeling every painful, beautiful feeling in the world, and I hadn’t even begun to orgasm. Maybe I was in a land beyond orgasms. I could hear Odin talking, but I was too far away on some forbidden wave of pleasure.

I tried to focus on his words. Zeus, he was talking about. How much Zeus loved seeing him so deep in me.

“You can’t imagine how it feels, goddess,” Odin said, leaning near me. “How much you trust me to let me in like this.”

I craned my neck around and caught his gaze, but it was more than our eyes connecting. He’d seemed so far away these past weeks, but suddenly we were together in this deep way. I loved feeling him in me.

“Move a little,” I whispered. “Little pulses.”

He moved inside me. Just his first tiny pulse rocked my orgasm out from deep inside me, starting up like a rumbling freight train. Then he moved deeper and it was an explosion of pleasure barreling through me.

It was like nothing I’d ever experienced—in terms of pleasure, but also in terms of how connected we felt, like we shared a mind, a body—a soul, even—that’s how all-consuming it was.

“Goddess,” Odin cried as we went further off together, careening from one magical landscape of pleasure to the next, him filling me madly.

I came down slowly, spinning.

Eventually it ended.

“Odin,” I gasped as soon as my capacity for speech had returned. I was back in an alley in Rome.

He slipped out.

I felt a little sad that he was out. I collapsed onto Thor, who stroked my hair.

“Um, did you guys just have some sort of mystical butt-fucking experience?” Thor asked.

I looked over at Odin. I didn’t feel like answering.

Odin cleaned the both of us up and pulled me into his lap. “Ice doesn’t want to talk about it,” he said.

Really, I think he didn’t want to talk about it .

Something important had passed between us.

I gazed up at Odin, feeling floppy as a kitten, and traced his lips with the pad of my finger. The way he’d just fucked me did seem mystical and magical, but saying so would break the magic.

“It means everything that you trust me,” Odin said. He was seriously on this trusting jag.

I grinned up at him. “I’m naked in an alley on your lap. I better trust you.”

Zeus strolled up and towered over the three of us. “Jesus.” He reached down and pulled me up. “You have never been hotter,” he said. “Seriously. Hey, Thor. You got something of Ice’s?”

Thor tossed over my dress. Zeus held it like a coat. I slipped into it and fastened the tie around my waist.

“Can we just buy an eighty-year supply of these wraparound things? Because Italy has the right idea.” He held my arm as I stepped into my panties.

“You see us fucking into our hundreds?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah.” Zeus settled his suit coat around my shoulders.

Odin pulled his coat from the cobblestones and slung it over his shoulder.

Thor wanted dessert, so we raced to the late-night bakery, trying to get there before it closed so we could get the chocolate biscotti we’d gotten addicted to.

We bought a dozen in a white paper bag and took them to a bridge over the river near our luxury hotel.

We leaned over the rail, eating our biscotti and enjoying the way the starlight shone on the water.

Or at least I was enjoying that. The guys were in an argument about what of the stars were actually satellites.

Guys.

Odin came to me while Thor and Zeus were on the other side of the bridge, arguing about whether a particularly bright star was really a star.

“It felt different inside you tonight,” he said. “I can’t describe what it was like. I think it’s impossible to describe… ”

“Like the most intense intimacy?”

“Yes.”

I smoothed the soft, dark stubble down the side of his face, sliding along the grain, so that it felt almost silky. “I was there, remember?”

“You trusted me.”

“With my ass,” I joked.

“No—Isis. You trusted me.” He was really serious. Like the trust meant something.

“I’ll always trust you.” I pressed my face to his neck and kissed him there.

Zeus was sitting on the stone edge of the bridge, a dangerous thing to do. I’d long since stopped scolding them about things like that.

Odin shoved a hand into my hair, holding me close. I planted a kiss higher on his chest, on his neck, working up. I felt like we were communicating on a different level. Like we’d mind-melded. “Let me stay with you tonight. Let me sleep in the bed with you.”

“I can’t.”

“You said your nightmares feel less intense when I’m near. You should let me.”

“My nightmares are less intense when you’re near, but you can’t be in bed with me when I sleep,” he said. “You know that.”

“Why not try it?” I begged.

“I can’t. It’s how it is.”

“Let me chase them away. Let me in like I let you in.”

“I can’t.”

“No matter what happens, I won’t care. Whatever happens, I won’t care,” I said.

“I will—I’ll care.”

I sighed and leaned into him. If his nightmares were less intense when I was nearby, what if I could just out-and-out sleep with him? Maybe they’d actually go away.

I hated that he wouldn’t let me.