“Don’t underestimate the Giraffes,” Odin said. “They’ve got streak of crazy a mile wide.”
“The God Pack is a way better name than the Giraffes,” I said, grabbing a piece of bread.
We feasted and drank and talked.
When the appetizers were gone, I leaned against Zeus and let Odin inspect the healing of my tattoo. Odin kept my feet in his lap when his inspection was finished, and Zeus kept an arm flung around me. Thor lounged at the very end, his lanky self stretched out elegantly.
“I heard once that Matteo had a line on the Prime Royale,” Zeus said.
“Then why didn’t he and his old crew hit it?” Odin asked.
“Good question,” Zeus said. “If they had a line on the Prime they would’ve hit it.”
“No, they wouldn’t, because they’d knew it was fucked to try,” Odin said. “That’s my point here.”
“They’re also not as good as we are,” Thor said. “Let’s recall, they did do some supermarket bank jobs.”
Zeus twisted his big, beautiful, thuggish man lips into a sneer. “Supermarket banks.” Apparently supermarket banks were so beneath them. “Anyway, I want to know if he has a line.”
I ate a roll while my bandits discussed Matteo’s sources.
Odin waved to a black guy in a tuxedo with short dreadlocks. The guy sauntered over, smoking a cigar. “And then they were four,” he said coolly.
Thor grinned and introduced us. Bentley, he was called. He complimented the tattoo, and it came to me, from the way he talked about it, that everyone in the place had noticed the tattoo. It made me feel proud.
“Bentley, is it true Matteo’s got a line on the Prime?” Zeus asked.
Bentley sat down next to Thor. “Man’s got a whole file in his place from what I hear.”
“No shit,” Zeus said. “Why not hit it?”
“The G’s said no.”
“No, I don’t mean the G’s,” Zeus said. “I’m talking about his takeover gang. Why not hit it with his old takeover gang?”
Bentley chuckled. “Matteo’s takeover gang was locked up before he had the plans. He got the Prime plans as a gift for the G’s.”
Thor narrowed his eyes. “The Giraffes are jewels, not banks.”
“Exactly,” Bentley said. “Not their skill set. But the Liz Taylor jewels are in there. A lot of jewels they want are in the Prime Royale.”
“Giraffes like the jewels,” Odin said.
“Not when they’re in a bank.” Bentley puffed on his cigar. “I hear it pissed them off even more.”
“Why’d they kick him out in the first place?” Odin asked.
Bentley chuckled. “Man’s an asshole.” They gossiped about Matteo, then about some other crime figures. Apparently the crème de la crème of the L.A. criminal underground gossiped as much as high school girls.
Bentley left and Zeus and Odin argued some more about hitting the Prime Royale until another man came up, a bespectacled blond man in a brocade robe. He gave Zeus a key ring, a small notebook, and a cellphone. Talked about eyes on the neighborhood. Being clean. The conversation was sort of technical, and I zoned out, watching the crowd. It was late. Maybe three in the morning.
My legs were still resting over Odin’s lap, and he trailed his fingers up my shin, behind the cover of the tablecloth, as the men talked. “That was Manning,” he whispered once the man was gone.
I squinted. Manning. They’d said the name earlier.
“Our place,” Odin said. “Manning checked it out and put in new surveillance. We get to go back to our place. You know what that means, Isis?” His fingers trailed up past my knee, now, inching up my inner thigh.
My belly tightened. Yes, I knew what it meant. We’d go back to their place, where they apparently had lots of exotic sexual implements and even a Medieval sex room of some sort.
Odin gave me a heated look as he inched his fingers up a bit more, pushing my dress along with it, his strong hand stark against my pale, freckled skin.
I felt Zeus’s hot breath on my ear and I closed my eyes.
My insides trembled as Odin touched me even higher, movement concealed by the table and the darkness of our corner. It was kind of hot, here in the middle of the crowd. “You know what it means?” Odin asked again. He loved making me answer rhetorical questions.
My core pulsed. “I know what it means,” I said.
“Say what it means,” Zeus said from behind me. I swallowed as his hands roamed possessively over my stomach. “Say it.”
I opened my eyes and glanced over at the wall mural with the antelope getting its neck bitten. Things were feeling a little wild, suddenly. A little dangerous.
I liked it.
I imagined all the outlaws in the place all knew exactly how my guys were touching me, even though they couldn’t see.
And, I really wanted Odin to keep moving his hand, to reach between my legs, to touch me there. I tightened my pelvic muscles as if that would somehow draw him. I wanted to get off in front of all these people and for them not to know.
Thor’s gaze from across the table heated me. “Maybe we should go now,” he said.
“No, this is a proper date with dinner on the way,” Zeus said. “We’re not leaving early just because we want to fuck. But Isis can demonstrate a full understanding of what will happen when we get home.”
I felt the heat move through me. Thor smiled. I knew that I was turning red down my chest and that he was enjoying it.
“The paddle,” I said.
“The paddle what?” Thor asked, swirling his scotch, always wanting to maximize the dirty talk.
“Odin’ll whack me with it,” I said.
Thor rolled his eyes. Apparently that was not dirty enough of a description. “Isis, we will bring you home and strip off your dress and your panties so that you’re totally naked in front of us.”
“We’ll rip it right down the middle,” Zeus said.
“Not this dress,” I protested.
“Everything is ours,” Thor continued, “to do with as we please. You. The dress. Do you remember our deal?”
I closed my eyes as heat speared through me.
“Do you remember?” Odin asked. “Answer.”
“Yes. I obey every order.”
“You’ll be bare to us,” Thor said. “And don’t think Odin has forgotten how you made fun of his accent today. Open your eyes, Isis.”
I opened my eyes, pulse racing. Thor swirled his drink some more.
“Then we will take you down to a certain room, and we’ll tie you up on something…” he glanced over at Odin. “Smooth and leathery.”
Odin nodded and inched his fingers up farther, rough fingers on my smooth flesh, inching up the hem to expose my thighs and then my panties behind the cover of the table.
The contrast of the cool air on my skin and Zeus’s warmth behind me was getting more intense, heightened by the champagne and the public nature of this whole encounter. I was getting way too aroused.
Thor continued, looking dashingly evil. “We’ll lay you out and help ourselves to you, touching you in ways you can’t begin to imagine. How many hands is that?”
“I’m not that drunk,” I said, concentrating on Odin’s hand caressing my thigh, brushing ever so lightly between my legs, like a feather stroke on the outside of my thong.
“How many, Isis?” Thor asked, like it was the dirtiest question ever.
Odin slid his fingers down and then back up to graze my moist panties again. Lightly, too lightly, stoking my heat.
I closed my eyes. “Six.”
“Maybe, Isis,” Thor said. “We’ll see. The point is, you will be spread out before us. At our mercy. Tied up for our total and complete pleasure. There are so many things I want to do to you,” he trailed off, then. “God, where’s our dinner?”
My legs trembled helplessly under Odin’s touch. “Maybe we should get it to go,” I said.
“The fuck we will,” Zeus growled. “This is a proper date.”
I smiled. It was anything but proper.
Thor raised one eyebrow. “Three hands is how many fingers, Isis?”
I swallowed with difficulty. “Sixty. I mean, thirty.”
Zeus chuckled behind me. He’d moved his hand lower, down to my mound, but not to my clit, where I desperately wanted it. I pressed up my pelvis, but he pushed me back down, firmly. I could feel him radiate with excitement. It was like he pulsed with need. He’d become as worked up as I was. Thor’s little narrative was getting to him, too.
I moved my hand behind me into his lap, wrapping my fingers slowly around his cock, enjoying the steeliness of it through his pants.
He sucked in a breath. “This isn’t going the way of a proper date,” he grated out. But he didn’t move my hand.
I wished we were anywhere else. Ideally, at their hideout. I just wanted to have sex with my bandits. I wanted us to all fuck. And then there was the promise of the paddle…I’d enjoyed being spanked, it was true, but a hand is soft. A paddle isn’t. The danger made it thrilling. The element of the unknown.
I looked over at the crowd. Nobody would ever guess about the crazy heat level at our table. Most everyone watched Matteo dance on and on like a robot. He was actually really good at it.
“Look at me,” Thor said.
I looked over. There was more?
Zeus shifted behind me, and my nipples grazed against the fabric of my dress.
Thor sipped his scotch, fixing me with his eyes, continuing in his gravelly and hypnotic way. “Once you’re all tied up and helpless, begging us to let you come, Odin will bring out that box. I know you saw it, Isis.”
Shivers went over me.
“Have you been thinking about it?” Thor asked.
“A little,” I confessed.
Thor smiled devilishly. “And you will be tied up on your belly, and your ass will be bare to Odin in the cool air. To all of us. And you will wait like that for Odin to bring out the paddle. You will be so wound up, you will crave anything we give you at that point. You will be grateful for any sensation. But do you know what? He won’t use the paddle right away.”
Zeus shifted again. “Maybe we should stop this talk.”
Thor crossed his legs and continued. “Instead, Odin will bring the box around to where you can see it, and hold it in front of you so that you can inspect it and know what it looks like. Do you know why?”
“No,” I breathed, as Odin crept his hand closer to my throbbing clit. It was driving me crazy that he would only touch me there lightly.
Thor continued. “When you know what it looks like, you will be able to picture it and feel it when he brings it down on your bare ass. In punishment for your insolence today.”
“Wait. I have an addition,” Zeus panted. “She inspects the paddle while she sucks me off.”
I didn’t see how this would work exactly, how I would be able to inspect the paddle while Zeus’s cock was in my mouth.
“Okay, good,” Thor said, nodding. Apparently realism wasn’t a priority in this scenario. “Isis, Zeus will press his rock hard cock all the way into your warm, wet mouth. You’ll close your lips around him and blow him properly while you examine your tool of erotic punishment.”
I felt Zeus’s breath speed up even more. Odin moved another evil millimeter. I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs. The pressure felt glorious.
Odin snatched away his hand and grabbed my wrist. “Is that proper for a date?” he asked. “To fondle yourself? To force me to?”
“I think it’s proper for this date,” I said.
Odin shook his head sternly and kept my hand. “Oh dear.”
“Can I stop being interrupted?” Thor said.
I heaved out a breath. There was more? Could somebody get off on dirty talk alone? It seemed like that was where things were headed.
“While you inspect the paddle and take Zeus’s cock fully into your mouth, I am going to pour oil onto your virgin asshole, and then I’ll press something cool and firm into it. Larger than fingers. It’s time.”
I hissed out a breath. It sounded so dirty and exciting. I wanted to do everything, suddenly. Now!
“Hold on,” Zeus said. “What?”
Thor said, “She’s ready.”
“No,” Zeus said. “Virgin asshole? Isis, you’ve never been buttfucked?”
“No,” I said.
I felt this tremor go through Zeus. Like he’d swallowed hard. “And you’d wish to?” he grated out.
“Oh, yes,” I whispered.
“Right now?” he asked.
I frowned, like I was so confused. “But I thought this was a proper date. It’s my understanding that on a proper date, the woman doesn’t get a…hard cock pressed into her innocent asshole no matter how much she craves to know how it feels.” I’m not that good at dirty talk, But I hoped I was pulling it off. “No matter how exciting it sounds. No matter how ready and turned on she feels.”
Thor grinned.
“Especially if maybe another man is fondling her breasts,” I added.
Uh! Fondling. Who says fondling?
But Zeus swallowed.
“And touching elsewhere as well,” I added.
“Where else? Tell him where else,” Thor said.
“My, uh, cunt,” I said. It wasn’t convincing at all, but apparently it worked.
“Fuck it.” Zeus slid out of the booth and stood. Our waiter walked over and he said something to him, gestured at the table.
Odin snickered softly and let go of my hand.
Zeus grabbed the olive oil container. “Follow me.”
“What?” I said.
“Follow. Now,” Zeus said.
I slid out and stood, smoothing my dress so it looked normal, heart racing.
Thor smiled at me. Such a troublemaker. Taking advantage of Zeus’s difficulty with impulse control.
Odin pressed a warm hand to my bare back. “Wish granted.”
“Here?”
“Goddess,” Odin said, “do you need me to answer that?”
CHAPTER FOUR
We followed Zeus across the place, past more of their bizarre criminal comrades, and through an unmarked door that opened onto a small stairwell.
The butterflies in my belly fluttered like crazy as we took the stairs down, single file—Zeus, then me, and then Thor and Odin behind. None of us spoke, which made it more dramatic and exciting in a dirty way.
We emerged into a massive storeroom full of metal wire shelving, three aisles of it, stretching on and on into the darkness. The shelving held large bags and jars and cases of wine and booze. The place was hushed and dry and warm and smelled faintly of oregano.
Zeus took a few steps down an aisle and stopped in front of some empty shelving. He pulled out the actual shelf so that it was just a shelving frame, and he turned to me. “How does that look?”
Thor clinked the ice drink. “After you, Isis.”
I went, heels clicking, down the dim storeroom aisle toward Zeus. “How’s it supposed to look?” I asked. It looked like a place to hang clothes or something.
Zeus handed the oil to Thor. He took off his tie, watching me levelly. “I think it’ll do.” His gaze had me vibrating.
I felt Odin come up behind me and slowly unzip my zipper.
“Oh,” I said, as the dress fell off. I waited, heart racing, wearing nothing but a thong and high heels, standing like an offering before my three gods.
I felt like we were hidden in the deepest corner of the universe together. A place where anything could happen.
Zeus wrapped a beefy hand over the bar at the top of the rack. “Come here, Isis.”
Heat flared between my legs as I walked to him.
“Stand here. Can you reach this?”
I found I could if I kicked off my shoes and stood on the bar below. Butterflies rampaged around in my belly. I loved not knowing what was going to happen.
Before I joined my guys, I’d sneak off the sheep farm to d
o rural extreme sports, which usually involved jumping off somewhere I shouldn’t be jumping off of, giving myself to the thrill of gravity, the rush of no-turning-back. Now I gave myself to the hunky bank robbers.
“Both hands.” His breath sounded ragged.
I grabbed the bar with both hands and he whooshed out a breath, pressing himself to my near-naked flesh. “We are going to make this good for you. You trust us, right?”
“With everything,” I said, pulsing with need and excitement.
He stood close to me and looped his tie over the bar at the top, wrapping it around my wrists. His shirt grazed my nose as he worked, and I breathed him in. Just the scent of him was lulling me into a mad, erotic trance.
When he was done, he stepped away and gazed into my eyes. Slowly, then, he slid his hands up and down my arms, watching my eyes. Then he pressed against me so that I could feel his cock on my belly. “I know this isn’t a proper date,” he said, panting, breath hot on my nose.
“I don’t want it proper.”
He kissed me. “Don’t lie. I know it’s not. It’s just, Thor’s talk put the idea in my head. And then you said you wanted it in the ass, with us touching you…Isis, you’re such a pathetic dirty talker, I don’t know why it went through me like wildfire, but it did. Your pathetic dirty talk is so sexy, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.” Zeus surged against me, pushing against me, closing his mouth over my earlobe.
I exhaled sharply, gripping the cool bar above. This was already fun.
Ice clinked in the darkness.
Thor.
I shot a glance over at him and he smiled. He started it, he was to blame. Or, more, to thank. I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be.
Odin just stood there looking hot and devilish in spite of his purple sunglasses.
“Oh, Isis.” Zeus kissed my lips, kissed my neck, then closed his mouth over my nipple, sucking it to a pert tip.
Electricity crackled through me, heading straight down between my legs.
Slowly he ran his warm, firm hands down my hips. Up, then down. I trembled, gripping the cool bar above, consumed by the magic of his careful strokes on my skin.
The sound of skin against skin and breathing seemed to fill the hushed storeroom.
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