Page 17 of The Most Wanted (The Kinky Bank Robbers #4)

Chapter Ten

“Oh, is that your plan?” I teased Odin. “That’s your big plan?”

“Shhhh,” he said, pulling the side of the skirt part of my dress aside under the table.

Thor patted his thigh. “Put your right leg up here, baby.”

I looked over where Zeus disappeared to.

“He’s a big boy,” Odin said. “He’ll get over it. And I have an agenda.”

“What?”

Thor grabbed my leg and nestled it on his lap.

Energy shot clear through to my core as Odin slid soft fingers over my cotton-clad pussy. “Oh my god,” I whispered.

Odin trailed two fingers up my bare thigh. “So far, we have stern, statue like, and full of gravity. And tied up. What else?”

“I am not completing this profile. You have to stop this madness with Zeus.”

“Zeus needs to stop the madness,” Odin said. “Zeus can’t stop us from doing something we three want to do.”

“It’s upsetting him.” I sucked in a breath as he slid his fingers under my panties, edging toward my sex.

“You shouldn’t have changed your underwear.”

“Why do you keep pushing him?” I asked. “It threatens the group.”

“You think what I’m doing threatens the group?” Odin growled. “Zeus is the one threatening the group. Open your eyes, Ice. First he doesn’t want a watcher. Now he doesn’t want my hands on you without him involved? Think about that,” he said. “Is that what we do? You want us to change how we are?”

“Fuck, no,” I said. “I like us wild and free, but I want to help Zeus.”

Odin trailed his clever fingers up and down my thigh. “It doesn’t help Zeus if we let him change us,” Odin said. “He needs us to stand tall on this.”

“It’s true,” Thor said, as he took off my shoe and started massaging my toes.

“He’s going through something, I get it.” Odin stroked his thick finger over my swollen, needy nub. “You know what we are, baby?”

“Sex-crazed?”

“Outlaws.” Odin pushed two huge fingers into me then, filling me gloriously.

I whimpered, there in the dark booth in the dark corner of an outlaw bar that wasn’t supposed to exist. Slowly he pulled them out, then pushed them back in.

“We’re brave and fierce, and we respect no law.

Zeus needs to find his way back to that,” he whispered.

“Yes.” I rocked along with his motion, in and out, in and out.

“Outlaws don’t have to follow rules. I’d lay down my life for him, but nobody puts me in a cage with their fucking-g rules.” He continued to fuck me and stroke me.

Odin made a certain amount of sense. And I didn’t want to be in a cage of rules, either. But there was something else…something…I grabbed his wrist. “We have to get back to helping Herk. Whoever did it could be destroying the evidence right now.”

“We want it that way,” Odin said. “You think Zeus let Nico see the list by accident? Nico has the biggest fucking mouth. Whoever did it is going to tell us so.”

His warm palm moved back up the inside of my thigh. “Drink your drink. Act normal,” he said.

I took a drink as he pushed his other hand under my dress and took hold of my nipple. “Oh my god,” I said.

“You so love an audience,” he whispered, finding my needy core full-on now, invading my wet sex with magical fingers.

My belly tightened. My eyes drifted shut.

“Stern, statue like. We need more.”

Thor glided a fingernail up and down the sole of my foot. The wild, delicious contrast of sharp, bright scratches on my foot with the dark, languorous strokes between my legs put my every nerve ending onto high alert.

“You guys,” I breathed, mind melting.

But of course they continued, stoking up my excitement like crazy.

“Look at her face—she’s about to come,” Thor said. “Don’t you dare come, Ice.”

“No coming is a rule,” I gasped .

“It’s different, and you know it, goddess,” Odin said. “And if you come before I tell you that you can, you will be punished.” He lowered his voice. “It will be the kind of punishment where you have to sleep for hours afterward.”

Gulp.

He wasn’t kidding around about the sleep. Spending a couple of hours wrung out on the knife edge of pain and pleasure could be more tiring than running a marathon, except let’s just say you got something way better at the finish line than a Dixie cup of Gatorade.

Awesome as the prospect was, I resolved not to come. I wanted to be in on the investigation! With a shaking hand I took hold of my drink and took a sip, trying to focus on this simple motor skill operation as a way to block Odin’s clever machinations.

“I can feel you so swollen with pleasure now,” Odin said. “You’re ready to go, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. He slowed, and I whimpered—a little bit protest, a little bit gratitude.

“Two more words,” he said. “And you can have your orgasm without punishment.”

I stared out at the crowd, thankful for our dark cover.

Thor sneered. “No, no, no. Look at me while he touches you.” He slid a fingernail harder down my foot. I squirmed.

Odin tightened his arms around me. “Your body is ours. We own you and your pleasure,” he whispered.

Thor watched me with a steady blue gaze. “And no thinking about the months, either. Now let’s have the rest. Stern. Statue like. What else? Who here would fit the bill?”

I swam in feeling as he drew a wicked nail down my tender sole. “Probably nobody here,” I said.

“Why?” Thor asked. “You haven’t even seen everyone here.”

“Aha,” Odin said. “A noncriminal. ”

“No, not exactly,” I protested.

Odin made his stroke hard and flat. I writhed with sensation. “I can feel you feeling my fingers. Each with hundreds of fingerprint ridges, invading your silky pussy. You are going to come, goddess, and the punishment will last for hours. And you will not get to play Sherlock with us.”

Thor scratched a sharp line across the sole of my foot. “Ow!” My eyes flew open and I stared at him. His smile managed to look both evil and innocent. He knew exactly how much pain got me off.

“He’ll do it again.”

“He can’t,” I breathed.

Odin whispered in my ear. “You are going to come, very soon.” He pushed in his fingers again, curling them slightly inside of me.

I was panting, gasping. “You are powerless against this level of pleasure. I am going to make you come. And if you do not reveal more about your type for watching, I will take you right home.”

“He’ll just whip it out of you at home.” Thor said sadly. “You don’t get to keep secrets from us.”

I gasped as Odin moved his fingers and pushed on a certain spot… the certain spot. “Okay, okay, okay!”

Thor held my gaze. “You are so ready.” He slid his hands all over my foot, moving up to my calf. “Give it up, baby.”

Odin pressed on my clit with his thumb, rubbing and fucking me. “It is useless to fight this. You are already beginning to milk my fingers. You are already there, goddess. There is still time…”

He was right—my orgasm built like a tidal wave deep inside me. I was going to come, and then it would be too late. “Authoritarian,” I gasped. “Disapproving!” I burst into a zillion shards of pleasure, coming shamelessly in the crowded nightclub.

“Mmmm.” Odin nuzzled my hair, slowing his cruel and masterful touch. “Was that so hard?”

He sounded far away. The world was far away. Reality, normality, all of it. Far, far away.

Thor said, “You are so beautiful when you come. Like weeping turned inside out.”

Odin grabbed a paper napkin and wiped between my legs. “Authoritarian and disapproving.”

“I can’t believe I told you,” I said.

“I can,” Odin said, and his beautiful lips spread in a slow smile.

I reached up and touched his moppy, curly hair. “I agree we don’t want to change, but you guys need to go a little easier on Zeus, okay?” I looked over at Thor. “Okay?”

They scoffed at that and razzed me a bit more about my type; they had quite the profile going at this point, but they shut it down when Zeus returned. My guys spent the rest of the night circulating and chatting people up, sometimes with me along.

Three hours later we were stumbling out of the elevator and heading into the tunnel that led to the parking garage where our car was.

Or at least I was stumbling out of there, having consumed three glasses of champagne, which was one over my limit. The guys had mostly consumed gossip. In the stairwell up, I bemoaned the fact that we hadn’t gotten any valuable leads.

“Are you kidding? It was a valuable night,” Zeus said.

Thor held the door open for me, and we headed into the cavernous fifth floor of the ramp. It was four in the morning. There were only a few cars scattered around. I spotted our car glinting across the way. I wanted nothing more than to collapse inside it.

I grabbed onto Zeus’s arm and smiled up at him. “If I fall asleep on the way home, will you carry me into my bed? ”

He didn’t answer or even smile; something was wrong.

“What?”

“Smell,” he grated.

Odin stiffened.

“What?”

Zeus pulled me around and slammed me up against a concrete pillar; he clapped his hands over my ears and covered me with his body.

I was opening my mouth to protest when an explosion ripped through the place.

I clutched onto his sports jacket as smoke filled the place. Car alarms blared. There was a big crash—part of the ceiling?

“Was that our car?” I asked.

Zeus was running his hands all over my body. “You okay, baby? Anything hurt?”

“I’m fine, but was that our car?” I asked again.

Odin and Thor were behind another concrete pillar, guns drawn. They moved to join us. “Take her back to the club,” Zeus said to Thor.

“Come on,” Thor said.

“B-but?—”

Thor pulled me back into the stairwell with uncharacteristic force. We raced down. I could barely walk, my legs were shaking so much. “Was that our car? Was our car supposed to blow up with us in it?”

“Don’t think about it,” Thor said.

“How can I not think about it?”

He squeezed my hand, pulling me down the steps. “You’re okay,” he said. “And we’re okay.”

“Why’d they stay up there?”

“They think that whoever did the car is still around,” he said.