Page 27 of The Most Wanted (The Kinky Bank Robbers #4)

Chapter Eighteen

“I’m not engaging him,” I said, nestling into Odin’s shoulder, glad Odin was on the side between us and the agent. “Fuck that.”

“You should look at him,” Thor said. “He has a certain gravity, don’t you think? So stern and disapproving.”

I sat up with my mouth hanging open. “Oh my god.” Because I got it then—he was talking about my type to watch.

Thor slid a warm hand onto my thigh under the covers. “Look over at him,” he whispered.

“Fuck you,” I laughed.

“Thor,” Odin said…but there was a certain huskiness to his voice.

In his rumbly, velvety voice that always turned me on, Thor said, “Denko is stern and very statue like with a lot of gravitas , wouldn’t you say, goddess?

And very disapproving. In fact…” He mo ved his hand an inch up my thigh and lowered his voice, “I don’t think I’ve ever known anybody to be quite so disapproving of us as Denko.

I mean, it’s his life goal to bring us down. ”

“That is a sign of disapproval,” Odin said.

I gasped softly as Thor inched his hand up my thigh some more.

“You can’t get more disapproving than that,” Thor continued in that sexy voice of his where he managed to be both velvety and gravelly. “Or authoritarian. What do you think, Odin?”

I looked over to meet Odin’s smoldering look.

“Have you both gone insane?” I said.

Thor brought his hand up nearer to the cleft between my legs.

My heartbeat thundered.

“I ask you,” Thor continued, “can you be more authoritarian than to belong to an organization more powerful and more secretive than the CIA? But with way more badass initials, of course. ZOX. How can CIA compete? Come on, Ice, look at him.”

I looked over to see him still glaring. Yes, he was stern and authoritarian. He was disapproving, clean cut. A little bit dangerous, but utterly under the control of my men. And tied up…and super-stern. So stern.

I clunked my head back against he headboard. “You guys.”

But of course, it was a fantasy of mine. And they knew it. And the fact that they knew it gave them a strange kind of control over me. Naturally, this was hot, too. The whole thing was a hotness party.

In a low rumbly voice, Odin said, “He does not like it when we talk about his agency. He wonders how many people know. Worries how to contain this information. Always wants to contain information. We spit on him,” he said.

“We spit on him and all that he stands for.” Here Odin raised his voice, addressing Denko without bothering even to look at him.

“You are dirt to us.” And then he kissed me full on the lips—a hot, possessing kiss.

And at that moment Thor touched a finger between my legs.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, nearly twisting up with the sheer pleasure of it. “We can’t.” “Why not, goddess?” Thor said. “Is it not like what you imagined?”

Odin whispered into my ear, “You love this. I can see it in your eyes. You have never met a thrill you do not like, baby.”

Thor took hold of my hair and turned my head to him again.

“Do you feel his eyes on us?” He brought his lips to my ear, tickling the shell.

“Do you feel the gravity of his gaze?” With a smile in his voice he added, “Do you feel it on your skin? Remember how you told us about that feeling that you love? Up on the top of a ski jump—one push and then gravity takes you? Isn’t this like that?

Our stern, dangerous enemy. Tell me you don’t want to fuck right now.

Because I very much do. I want to take you in front of him.

We will never find a man sterner. Certainly not more unwilling. ”

“Not without taking more hostages, anyway.”

I closed my eyes. The combination of adrenaline and lust was like a drug. “Yeah, but…” I was thinking about Zeus.

“Feel his eyes on your body,” Odin said. “He doesn’t want to watch but he will not be able to help himself, because we are so fucking-g badass together.”

“What about Zeus?” I said. “He’s so against this.”

“We’re outlaws,” Odin growled. “The last time I Googled outlaw, it said we do whatever we please and nobody gets to stop us. Nobody tells us no. Zeus doesn’t get to make up new rules, and he knows it.”

“You’re an outlaw, Ice,” Thor whispered. “We’re all outlaws. Let’s be fucked up together. ”

“I want to be fucked up,” I said. “I do.”

Odin rose up from where he was and went around to the foot of the bed and pulled off the covers. Then he grabbed my ankles and pulled me down so that I was laying flat on my back.

I loved Denko’s eyes on us—I did. The stern, dark watcher. It heightened everything so much.

Thor crawled over me and kissed me. “There we go, goddess.” He thumbed my cheek, taking my lips in his. It was so forbidden and so thrillingly wrong, for a minute I wanted to sink into him, into his everything.

Then I stopped. I pressed my hands to either side of Thor’s cheeks and pushed away his face. “This will seem like cheating to Zeus,” I said.

“Zeus will get over it,” Odin said from where he was about to do god knows what with my feet or maybe legs. “You can’t change the rules in the middle of the chess game.”

“But still…” I said.

“You don’t want to?” Thor asked. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” I said. “We just can’t.”

Thor sighed and flopped over by my side. “Okay.”

“You’re sure?” Odin said.

“I’m sure I want to, but I can’t not think of Zeus.”

“We may need to teach you outlaw lessons.” Odin went over to the dresser where Thor had deposited his bag of waters.

He twisted the cap off one of them. “I respect that, Ice. We will not fuck in front of Denko, then. I would offer for us to fuck you in the shower, but it seems imprudent to leave our guest alone.”

“Oh well,” I said.

Denko began to grunt from under the duct tape gag, shifting around, rocking the headboard he was tied to like something urgent was up.

“Fuck off,” Thor said .

Odin frowned. “We’ve had him a few hours. We could see what the fuck. Give him water.”

Thor nodded. “I guess.”

Odin went over. “You yell or scream, and I will tape your entire fucking-g face, got it? I will give you a duct tape mummy head with nostril holes and that’s it. You understand?”

Denko nodded.

I cringed as Odin picked up a corner of the tape with a fingernail. When he had a grabbable bit, he just ripped it right off.

Ouch.

Denko grunted and licked his lips.

“What?” Odin asked. “What’s so fucking urgent?”

“Bit of water?” Denko said.

Odin gazed over at Thor and me. Feeling suspicious. “Thor. Open one of the other bottles and let him have a little. Tip a little in.”

Thor did as requested, and Denko thanked him.

“That it?” Odin grabbed the duct tape, ready to re-up the gag.

Denko’s voice was gruff. “Amazing how you two coddle Nick.”

I frowned, confused. Who was Nick?

“ Zeus ,” Denko clarified. “Bending over backwards for Nick—Zeus. The shit I’ve heard over the last few days with that bug is pretty fucking comical.

Or I guess you could say sad. That would be another word for it.

You think if Nick gets to fuck Isis in enough different ways, with you guys serving her up like the slavish assistants that you are, you really think that’ll satisfy him? ”

“I don’t know if I’d go with slavish assistants,” Thor said.

“I would,” Denko said. “Think about it.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Right there Odin started ripping off a new gag .

“Ironic is all. This scene I witnessed right here, just now with the three of you. You had an idea of what you all wanted to do—clearly you wanted to very badly—but you stopped because poor Nick might not be able to handle it. What you don’t know is that all this time, he’s been talking to Isis here about leaving. ”

My skin went cold. Odin and Thor turned to me, expecting me to say Denko was lying. “No. I mean, yes, but he’s taking it out of context,” I said.

“He’s been talking to her about having her all to himself,” Denko continued. “Nothing out of context about that. Ask her. Tell them, Isis. Tell them about Zeus. The walking-down-the-aisle discussion you two had?”

“He’s twisting it all around. It wasn’t like a real conversation. He’s messing with you.”

My men’s eyes stayed riveted on me, raw with emotion.

“Were you speaking in code? Was that it?” Denko asked smugly. “Is walking down the aisle a special code for something? Dancing to lame 1990s wedding songs. Is that a metaphor? Did I take all of that too literally?”

The tape strip dangled from Odin’s finger. “Is it true?”

“Of course it is,” Denko butted in. “The white picket fence? A bit more vanilla than the typical fantasies running through here?—”

“You guys, it wasn’t like he was trying to get me to leave,” I said. “Don’t let him make you think that. It was Zeus feeling sad about never having that stuff, that’s all.”

The hurt in Thor’s eyes broke my heart.

Odin stepped toward me. “Did he ask you to marry him?”

My mouth went dry. “What?”

Odin’s gaze was dark, and not in a hot way—in an angry way. I’d never seen him like this. “Did he or did he not ask you to marry him? Because in my experience, when a person is talking about a wedding and a home, that’s usually in the context of a proposal.”

“No,” I breathed.

It wasn’t a proposal. Was it?

“No!” I continued. “Come on. You know him. It was someday-never stuff.”

“Not what it sounded like to me,” Denko said.

“Shut up!” I said. “You don’t know. You don’t get us.”

Odin’s voice lowered to a growl. “When a man tells you he wants to dance with you to lame wedding songs…”

Knock-knock. Knock-knock.

Zeus.

I stiffened.

“Yeah,” Odin said, speaking in a tone that let him know things were under control.

They were anything but.

The door opened, and there he was.