Page 34 of The Most Wanted (The Kinky Bank Robbers #4)

“Get her clothes off,” Odin barked. “Let her feel his eyes on her.”

Masculine hands began to pull off my outfit.

“You like a little danger, don’t you, baby?” Odin said.

I nodded—it’s the only answer I could give; the delicious feeling of their hands on me was taking up all my spare mental energy.

“You love to feel that edge.”

Nod. Melt.

Thor started unbuckling my strappy shoes.

Odin growled a few threats at Denko.

I loved knowing he was there, So disapproving. So stern. His gaze was an accelerant, alcohol on flame.

So much hotter than I’d imagined.

I opened my eyes, and Thor leaned in for a kiss. “Oh my god, you love this,” Thor said. “I can see from your eyes. You can feel him watching, and you love it.”

Zeus bared a breast. My nipples felt rock hard, like I might come from just one touch, just one lick.

“Don’t look at him,” Odin said. “You can only at us.” I turned to look at him as he touched me with utter possession, hands up and down my arms, hands on my neck. “Do you feel him, Ice? Can you feel his greedy eyes on you while we take you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“This actually is kind of hot,” Zeus breathed.

Odin said, “He wants to rob us of everything, but he only makes us stronger. And fucking hotter.”

Zeus had my shirt all the way open. He pulled my bra cups down, forcing my breasts up and out, and brought his mouth near a nipple. “I want to feast on you.”

But he didn’t. He stopped with his mouth a millimeter from my needy nipple and said more stuff about how he wanted to feast on me. On and on, his breath tickled my nipple but didn’t give me the touch I craved.

I hissed with need. “Please,” I said.

“So greedy to come,” said Odin.

A cloud of worry crossed my sex-addled brain. “What about ZOX?”

“You are safe, goddess,” Odin said, sliding my hair behind my ears.

“He told us that we have time.” Odin slid his rough fingers along the tender shell of my ear.

My libido skittered into overdrive, like it always did when he touched my ears.

“Did you hear him? He talked about their tracking, and he talked about the hotel getting a bulletin. That gave it away.”

“It did?” I panted.

“You are so sensitive here,” Odin said.

“They wouldn’t be sending bulletins to the hotels if they were really able to track us,” Thor explained. “He was trying to scare us. Meaning we have time. Meaning if we want to make you wait forever to come while we take our sweet time sating ourselves on your body, we can.”

“But we won’t.” Odin kissed my neck, creating wild electricity. Odin’s possessive touch joined with the heat of Zeus’s breath on my nipple, and the twin sensations jetted down to the sparkly party in my pussy.

I hissed in pleasure.

“Do you know how many false leads come from such a thing?” Odin said.

Was that even a question? Was he still talking about the bulletin somehow? I’d stopped listening.

Zeus pulled up my skirt.

“Many,” Odin said.

“Okay,” I said.

“Pull off her panties, Thor.”

Thor pulled me off Zeus’s lap. “On your knees.” I got on my knees on the soft-as-butter couch as he pushed down my panties. I looked into his blue eyes, letting my nipples rub on his chest, a bit of rough with the soft.

Odin let me hands go. “Take down Thor’s pants, goddess. ”

I took down Thor’s pants, kissing him, rubbing against him. All of this sensation was too good, too much, and I wanted everything.

“You are going to bend over and take Thor all the way down your throat,” Odin said. “Okay, baby?”

I inched back and complied.

He groaned as I took him, softly petting my hair. But it was too soft. In my watcher fantasy, they ravished me. Like, really fuck me like wild in front of the stern watcher. I pulled off and looked at him. “Can you,” I said, “I mean…”

Thor’s eyes went dark, and his fist flew to my hair. Thor, always on my wavelength. “Let’s try that again,” he growled, shoving my face into his cock while he pistoned his pelvis clear into my face. It was an amazing combination.

“That’s it, goddess,” I heard Odin say. I could feel fat, slickened fingers invading my ass. And right then I was gone in my mind.

Thor fisted my hair harder and clutched at my nipple with his other hand. I made a little sound.

“Not yet, Ice,” Odin said. “Can you feel me in you? I’m going to shove my thick cock into your asshole. So far in. But not yet. Not until you’re properly fucking Thor.”

He directed Thor to pull out and lay back.

Thor let go of my hair and lay back. I pulled off him and wiped my mouth, looking down at his rosy, gleaming cock, swollen wild with veins.

“Come here,” he said, so tenderly. “Crawl over me.”

I crawled over him. Thor grabbed his cock and guided the thick knob of it to my sex, rubbing it up and down while Odin played with my breasts.

I thought I might cry for how badly I wanted to come.

“Fuck her, Thor, she can’t last.” Odin gave my ass a slap, and Thor pressed himself up into me, filling me. I could feel him so fat in me.

“Yes,” he said, rocking gently. He placed his massive hands on my thighs where the stocking met the skin and rocked me into him, over and over. The world disappeared into sensation.

I felt a hand on my upper back. “You know what you have to do now, goddess,” Odin said. “Bend over. Put your face into Thor’s chest.”

Thor stroked my hair gently, and this time I didn’t stop him.

“Relax, goddess.” Odin’s impossibly thick cock nudged at my asshole.

“You feel so huge,” I gasped. “So huge and good.”

Thor stilled inside me. Odin grabbed my butt cheeks, massaging, making waves of feeling flow through me. I groaned, reeling.

“Take it, goddess.” He pressed his huge girth into me, pistoning himself in, relentlessly invading me until both cocks were in me.

“Shit,” I said, panting.

“Is that Mississippi?”

“God, no,” I said. Mississippi was our stop word, and I was flying through the air, swinging from the moon. If anything, I wanted more.

“She loves when we use her hard,” Odin said, moving wickedly inside me.

Was he talking to Denko? Reminding me he was there?

“It’s like cutting the strings of a hot air balloon.

She’s almost gone. She’s almost perfect.

You can’t believe how perfect she is.” He slapped my ass.

“Turn your head. Zeus needs his cock in your mouth.”

Rough hands grabbed the back of my hair and turned my head. Zeus pressed his cock into me. “Uh-uh-uh.”

And there were hands on my nipples and on my clit. I was spinning. I didn’t know anything, except I was flying and spinning through the universe. It felt so good, being fucked into oblivion.

I didn’t even know I was at the point of no return until Odin’s voice broke through the fog in my brain. “She is so there.” A hand caressed my back. “Do you feel it, baby?” With his other hand he clutched onto my hips and invaded me with force. “Do it, goddess, come for us.”

“ Uh-uh-uh, “ Zeus said.

Thor groaned in that strangled way he had when he was on the verge. His cock swelled and vibrated inside me. Fingers dug into my hips.

I wasn’t the only one gone, flying up and up.

But I didn’t feel like a balloon, breaking its strings. I was more like a rocket ship, zooming up into the stratosphere, zooming up higher than ever, sensation building up and up.

If I was the rocket ship, I suppose my guys would be ground control, their huge massive cocks inside me, fucking me wildly and ruthlessly, which I’m pretty sure is not in the NASA manual. All the better.

And just like that I exploded into a zillion pieces—a zillion gravity-flouting, danger-defying pieces.

We collapsed on each other after, happy in our little world.

And Denko was out there, a cold moon.

Thor strolled across the room, hot and naked as a Greek Olympian, and started up the hot tub. He dipped in a toe. “Water’s nice.”

I moaned as Zeus picked me up, carried me over, and lowered me slowly in. Odin joined us.

“What did you think?” Zeus asked. “The watcher.”

I looked over. Denko’s stern eyes had followed us, of course.

“It was good,” I said. “But I don’t think it’s an all-the-time activity. Eventually I forgot about him, and it was just hot when you used me for your complete and utter pleasure.” I climbed into his lap. “Used me like a thing,” I added wickedly.

Zeus sluiced the steamy water over my shoulders. “You’re so far from being a thing to us. You are anything but.”

Odin tipped his head back and gazed at the ornate ceiling. “Back to luxury hotels,” he said softly.

“It’s not so bad,” I said. “This is actually one of the better hot tubs we’ve had, actually.”

“You’re starting to like Vegas, are you?” Zeus said.

“I’m starting to like it very much.”

Thor pulled himself out and grabbed towels and hotel bathrobes for us all.

Soon we were back on the couch in our snuggly and plush hotel robes digging into the feast from the sandwich cart—lots of really delicious fancy triangular sandwiches with sticks holding them together.

On top of those sticks were little flags that said things like goat cheese and red pepper or ham and Swiss with caramelized onions.

“Hungry, Denko?” Zeus called out.

“I’ve lost my appetite,” he called back.

Zeus shrugged.

Thor grabbed a tuna melt brioche triangle. In a low voice, he said, “We should rob a casino. You know, give Ice the full Vegas experience.”

Odin snorted. “I’d want ten days to case a casino. At least.”

“We’d have to case a casino just to figure out how to case it,” Zeus said. “We don’t have that kind of time. This was fun, but we can’t be sloppy.”

None of us said anything after that. He was right, of course.

It was time to work on an exit strategy.