Page 14 of The Wrong Idea (The Kinky Bank Robbers #2)

“Oh, wow.” Total bliss washed through me, like he’d hit some dark trigger that flooded me with pleasure hormones. Relentlessly he pressed into me. It was so intense and dirty to have his cock pushed into my ass, I thought my entire brain might unravel.

Odin’s fingers tightened on the flesh of my butt cheeks, and he pressed his cock back into me.

They both filled me.

And then they began to thrust.

They started slowly at first, going at different paces: Zeus’s movements were heavy and ponderous. Odin fucked me at a slightly faster pace.

Or was it the other way around?

I tried to figure out specifically what was happening, like I somehow needed to keep track of it all, but it was difficult, thanks to the keen pleasure building up in the pit of my pelvis.

But then I realized I didn’t need to track whose cock was whose.

It’s not as if I was going to get a quiz later…

though you never could say what my bandits would come up with next. Maybe there would be a quiz.

It was a quiz that I would gladly fail. My pleasure kept getting stoked higher by the constant and mind-blowing invasion of two cocks in me.

I almost needed them to stop, because the pleasure was building too big, too fast. I felt as if my body was no longer mine, like I was being fucked into a chaos of pleasure.

Was the intensity too much? I was spinning, the inside of my brain glittering with pleasure.

“Breathe,” Thor said again. “Just give in. You have no choice.”

I breathed. I gave myself over to the two cocks inside me. To the two bodies against me. An out-of-control spiral in my belly.

I groaned with pleasure as they filled me. The feeling changed; it was like I’d left firm ground for some kind of fairy wind. I was nothing but feeling as they thrust in and out.

Thor’s voice. Something about fucking me in unison. Again, he wanted me to look at him.

I managed somehow to open my eyes and look at Thor.

He leaned back with his scotch, swirling it smugly in the half shadows, holding my gaze. “You look amazing,” he whispered. “Like a dirty goddess. Just look at you.”

Then, without warning, Odin took my nipple into his mouth and bit. I gasped. Right then, it was all over.

I cried out as my muscles clenched and clutched madly against the fullness of two cocks buried inside me.

Zeus and Odin’s movements got jerky and rough.

One in, one out. Both in, both out, what did I care?

“Omigod,” I breathed.

Zeus kissed the back of my neck—sloppily, frantically.

Odin threw back his head and rammed into me hard. He stayed deep inside, groaning. I felt the frantic pulse of his cock as he came.

“Yes, Odin,” I said.

“ Uh, uh, uh ,” Zeus said. His hands gripped my hips and squeezed as he pushed into me one last time, moaning.

I don’t know how long the three of us stayed entangled. I felt us come down together, first mentally, then physically.

I unlocked my legs from Odin’s waist and stood on my own two feet on the bar below. I felt Zeus’s shaky fingers untying my hands. I swayed against him.

“Whoa.” Odin caught us both from falling.

“Fuck.” Zeus sunk down onto the floor and pulled me onto his lap.

Thor walked up with a handful of white towels. “Here ya go, party people.” He threw them at us.

Zeus wiped the warm, wet cloth between my legs. “Fuck, Isis. It wasn’t your romantic date, but…”

Odin snorted, cleaning himself up. “That was more fucking-g romantic than eating Guvvey’s bistro food.”

“I love this date,” I said. “This date is going really well.”

Zeus stood me up and smoothed my hair. “Lemme get your dress.”

Odin put his mirrored purple sunglasses back on and circled his arms around my waist. “Don’t think this gets you out of anything later.”

I pushed my hands through his hair, like I’d wanted to all along. “I don’t think it.”

“You are so beautiful,” Odin said.

I stopped myself from saying it back. Instead, I said, “And you are a wicked motherfucker.”

He paused, watching my eyes, then he kissed me fiercely, with an abandon that was uncharacteristic for him.

We made our way back up and out into the nightclub.

Waiters brought our dinner as soon as we sat back down at our table. Maybe they were holding it for us.

The place got more and more crowded as we ate. It had to be four in the morning, I figured. I said something about the time and Thor pointed out that this was the end of the workday for a lot of these people.

I hadn’t thought of that, but it made sense.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” I said, throwing my napkin onto the table.

Thor pointed at a pink glow on the other side of the bar. “Door’s over on the other side. Like an escort, goddess?”

“I think I can make it.” I grabbed my silver clutch and headed across the place, past the dance floor, which was empty now. Matteo had wearied of his robot dancing, it seemed.

I headed around the bar, still a little shaky from the sex—it was so intense, in a good way. I loved the thrill of being beholden to my guys. It was like extreme sports, but sexier.

I pushed through the pink door into a spa-like bathroom with lots of plants, and a lounge area that opened into a mirrored wall. After I peed, I put on pink lipstick. Now that I’d changed my long red hair to short platinum hair, pink makeup worked for me.

I snapped my clutch shut, ruffled my hair just so, and washed my hands, then turned to see three very striking women who hadn’t been there before, lounging in the seating area all cool, just staring at me, looking very roguish.

“Hey,” I said.

One of them stood. She was about a foot taller than me, dressed in white leather pants and a white silk blouse that contrasted with the shiny black gun in her holster and the deep brown of her skin. Her hair was dyed as bright as mine, but shorter, in rough little curls.

“You’re the sheep farmer,” she said.