The Most Wanted (Taken Hostage by Kinky Bank Robbers #4) Read online

  Odin frowned and let go of my hair. “You can say you are making a rule, Zeus, but that doesn’t mean—”

  “Zeus isn’t into it, so let’s drop it,” I said.

  Odin turned to me. “But you would like our new client to watch.”

  “No!”

  “Why not? Do you have to meet him first?” It was weird that Odin was ignoring Zeus’s desires.

  “I don’t like this,” Zeus said.

  “I like it,” Odin said. “You have a type for watching, Isis?”

  “It’s off the table,” I said.

  “What is your type for watching, goddess?”

  I pushed him away. “This is stupid.”

  “A watcher is not happening.” Zeus’s tone was grave. Serious in a new way. This was big for him.

  It was weird, because having a watcher was just a drop in our dirty activity bucket. Or more like, dirty activity ocean.

  Was this the equivalent of a couple fighting about the cap getting left off the toothpaste because nobody wants to talk about the deeper issues?

  “I know you have a type in mind,” Odin said. “You are always very specific in your fantasies. You have an image—a full profile, perhaps. And I will get it from you.” As government agents-turned-bank robbers, they got heavy into things like profiles.

  I prayed Hamilton would hurry. “A kink is only fun if we’re all into it.”

  “I want the profile.”

  Zeus said, “It doesn’t matter because we’re not doing it.”

  “And I don’t know anyway,” I lied.

  Odin had my hair again. “Oh, goddess, you do know.” He pulled me near, lips softly grazing the most sensitive spot on my neck. He snaked a hand around my belly and kissed my neck, and then he kissed my ear—an unfair place to kiss me, and he knew it. My knees began to shake, and still he kissed my ear, wet and warm, sending my responsible self clear into a different universe. Then, slowly, he pushed me down over the desk and held me there with my cheek squished against the smooth wood.

  I heard Zeus stroll around to the other side of the desk. He came into view in front of me and started fingering the top button of his pants.

  My senses began to tingle as Odin shoved up my skirt up roughly over my ass. “Help Zeus. Get his cock out.”

  My sex heated with delicious warmth. Odin was in one of his directing moods. I craned my neck to meet Zeus’s stormy gaze, as best as I could from that position, then I pressed my small, pale hand over the massive bulge in his pants. Did he still want to fuck after that whole conflict?

  “He still wants it,” Mr. Omniscient said from behind me. “We will always want you. That is never in question.”

  I grabbed onto Zeus’s steely bulge. He sucked in a breath.

  “Scratch,” Odin said. “Do it. He’ll like that right now.” I drew my fingernails over the placket of Zeus’s pants. Out the corner of my eye I saw Zeus throw his head back. He groaned, reminding me of a large animal, helpless in the face of pleasure. I took that as a yes and began to undo his pants.

  “Still, ten strikes for your lying, Isis. While you suck Zeus’s cock.”

  “I wasn’t lying,” I squeaked. More a fib.

  Odin leaned sideways on the desk next to me, still holding me down while I handled Zeus’s cock. He watched me for a long time, reminding me of a snarling wolf, establishing domination. “You think I don’t know when you’re fucking-g lying?” He always pronounced his g’s extra hard, part of his Middle Eastern accent, which always intensified when he was emotional. “I need to always know about you.”

  “You always need to know about everybody.” I stroked Zeus’s cock, feeling it swell in my grip.

  Odin grinned his glittery grin.

  That was what you got for throwing in with government agents-turned-bank robbers. “You know about the important things.”

  “I need to know everything, and I’ll decide what’s important,” Odin said.

  “No watchers,” Zeus growled from above us.

  “But we can know about her tastes,” Odin said. “All intelligence is worth having.” I felt his warm, rough hand caressing my ass. He nudged me gently toward Zeus, and I went. “Slide up. Suck him, goddess.”

  The wooden desk was just wide enough that I could be bent over it with my ass hanging off one side and my head on the other, and it stood about cock height.

  Which was a bit suspicious, come to think of it. I imagined the three of them at a furniture store trying to work out the logistics. Maybe a salesperson talking about the type of wood, while they were more about standing next to it, maybe measuring the top.

  “I need you to suck me, baby,” Zeus whispered urgently. “I need you to just—just take me, baby.”

  I found it kind of hot when one of my guys went all I’ll die if I can’t have you right NOW god please please, but the strangled tone of his voice and the way he moved his fingers on my hair…let’s just say that Zeus was acting more like that than normal.

  I grabbed him at the root. His cock was thick and huge and so sensitive, just like him, and I loved it like I loved him. I gave him a big lick, long and strong on the underside, really letting him feel it, and then I kissed the top to evilly tease him. He let out another strangled cry.

  “He needs you, Ice,” Odin said. “He needs you to take him in all the way.”

  “The client,” I reminded them as I thumbed the glistening drop of precum off the tip of Zeus’s cock. “Don’t you want clients to take you seriously?” I made little circles over the head of his cock with my thumb, and Zeus groaned.

  Okay, I wasn’t exactly helping in the professionalism department. But hey, the guys were beyond being taken seriously in our community. They were the most dangerous motherfuckers around.

  I squeezed him at the root.

  “Fuck it,” Zeus panted. “If they don’t want to take us seriously, I’ll pound their faces ‘til they do.”

  “Wow, if this P.I. thing doesn’t work out, you could just go ahead and give seminars on corporate image building.”

  Zeus stroked my hair, ignoring me. He really was kind of gone. “You are so beautiful, goddess. I want to do everything to you at once.”

  Odin slid off the desk and tucked my skirt up so that my ass was completely bare and exposed. He slid his warm, callused palm down one cheek and up another, all gentle and soft, but I knew all too well not to trust that. I dragged my lips over the head of Zeus’s cock, tensed for the moment when Odin would start hitting, but instead he kept up with the tender attentions. He dipped a finger between my legs, stroking through my folds. I gasped, reeling at the intensity. “You like that?”

  “Yeah,” I breathed.

  “Louder.”

  “Yes,” I squeaked. He dipped two fingers in, sliding and stroking between my legs.

  Zeus disengaged himself from my busy little hand. He knelt down and kissed me, then he gazed into my eyes, stroking my cheekbone with the thick pad of his thumb. “You are aroused, goddess, but a little bit reluctant, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said, mind melting from Odin’s increasingly creative and invasive fingers.

  Zeus continued. “You know what that does to us? That fucking drives us wild. Odin is going to give you your punishment while you suck my cock. Be careful. No biting, understand?”

  “It will just go badly for you if you bite,” Odin said.

  “When have I ever bitten?”

  A flash of warning shone in Zeus’s eyes.

  Right then I felt Odin’s hand come down on my ass, hard and merciless, leaving a stinging sensation vibrating through my entire pelvis. “Count.”

  “One,” I gasped.

  He hit again.

  “Two,” I said, stunned at how loud and hard the spanks were.

  Zeus stroked my hair. “You know how important discipline is to us, baby,” he said.

  Whack.

  “Three,” I gasped.

  Zeus was going on, stroking my hair, talking to me gently, doing the
good cop/bad cop thing I sometimes got off on. “…perfect discipline…to our group.”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “You will continue to count as you suck Zeus’s cock,” Odin commanded.

  “How?” I protested.

  “You can do it, baby,” Zeus growled, standing up, touching my hair. “I need your lips on me, goddess.”

  “You are so wet,” Odin said, drawing his fingers in and out, sliding my juices all around. “So you have a type for watching?”

  “Stop talking.” Zeus fit my hand around the firm pole of his cock. He groaned as I closed my lips around the head. Odin slapped my ass again. The slap stung in the cool air, feeling hot and sharp.

  I made a sound in my throat that was supposed to approximate four.

  “Jesus!” Zeus tightened his fingers in my hair. “Oh, baby, that’s good.” Zeus pulled his cock out of my mouth and slowly pushed in again. I sucked and gripped hard. “Count more. More counting.”

  Odin hit again. I made another sound in my throat, a five, and I could feel Zeus’s cock pulse with sensation. “Fuck,” he said, thrusting.

  Again and again Odin spanked me. I lost count, not that it mattered, because at this point I was just groaning every time he hit me and that seemed to suffice. I found my burly bandit most preferred a low, rumbly groan.

  “Uh-uh-uh,” he said as he fucked my face. “I need you to take me all the way in, goddess.” He pulled my hand from his cock and pushed deeper, slowly pushing into my throat. “Count like you were, baby. You have to keep counting.”

  I could feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of my throat.

  Odin brought his wicked hand down on my ass once more. Again I groaned. Again Zeus groaned, grip tightening on my head.

  I wished I could talk—Zeus was still being gentle, begging me to take him all, but I wanted to tell him to take me all, to use me. To have me. To consume me totally. The spanking seemed to have stopped. Had it been eleven strikes already? I was so turned on I could barely think straight.

  Odin pushed my thigh to the side, spreading me, and threw himself into stroking my pussy. “You are almost there, goddess,” he grated.

  Zeus was, too, now, all raw furious need, devouring me, fucking me. He seemed barely conscious of what he was doing, so gone with pure lust and need.

  “Uh-uh-uh,“ he said.

  I felt the head of Odin’s cock probing at my entrance. I found I desperately wanted him inside of me. He pushed in, just a tiny bit.

  I made a strangled little sound, needing more.

  “You must wait, goddess, while we take our pleasure.” Odin grabbed hold of my thighs and spread me wide, spearing me slowly, filling me with every thick inch. I groaned again. He angled himself to hit my clit.

  I whimpered—best I could, anyway, what with Zeus’s cock filling my throat. It worked for Zeus, judging from the streak of profanity that tore from his mouth as he came. My eyes watered, tears tickling down my cheeks.

  Odin caressed my back. “You could come right now, couldn’t you, goddess?” He was fucking me relentlessly now. I whimpered again. Yes, I was going to come, there was no stopping it. Odin knew it. Odin always knew. “Take it, Isis,” he growled. “Take it.”

  Zeus pulled out of me as Odin shoved in again, hitting me in that place that made the world explode behind my eyelids. I cried out.

  “Yes,” Odin whispered. “Come, goddess.” I could feel him taking on the pistoning speed that told me he, too was coming. Zeus stroked my hair, kissing the back of my head. Odin came, then, loudly, clearly not caring if Alexander Hamilton was out there.

  Eventually we all wound down.

  Odin collapsed across my back, warming me. He slid his hands up my arms until he had my fingers knitted in his, closing my hands into fists inside his fists, and kissed the shell of my ear. “You know what you do to me?” he whispered, moving on me. “To us?”

  I smiled to myself. I had a pretty good idea. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

  Footsteps. “Quick, get off her.” It was Zeus. He pulled Odin off me. “Don’t move, goddess.”

  I stayed there, cheek on the smooth wood of the desk. He was pulling my legs apart, so I assumed the don’t move didn’t apply to my legs, and I spread them obediently. I felt a warm washcloth being swiped between them, and then a soft towel, patting my pussy dry.

  I smiled. I could do it myself, but it was nice to have all that crazy tenderness come out of a hard man like Zeus. And it was sometimes important for Zeus to do caring things, like it made him a little less psycho.

  Three knocks on the door.

  “Shit.” I wriggled around, sitting up on the desk.

  Hearing no answer, whoever was out there tried to turn the knob and open the door.

  “Hold your fucking horses,” Zeus growled.

  “Shhh,” I whispered, sliding off the edge. “Hold, please,” I called, smoothing my skirt. Hold, please? Equally inane, considering they were at the door and not on the phone, but I’d just had that mind-splitting orgasm.

  Zeus had the moist towelettes now. “I love you like this, goddess. Mascara dripping down your cheeks, lips coated with my cum, eyes glazed from coming. You are never more beautiful than when you’re ravaged by our hard love.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “Though I’m not sure it’s exactly right for an everyday look.”

  He smiled, wiping my cheeks clumsily with the towelette.

  “Gimme that.” I swiped it from his hand and grabbed my compact mirror. Yeah, my cheeks were painted with sideways rivulets of mascara tear trails.

  Zeus smoothed my bright blonde bangs to the side and finger-combed the front part while I fixed my face. “You are so beyond perfect, Isis.”

  “We need to improve our fucking-g customer service,” Odin said, grabbing his own moist towelette.

  “If they want fucking customer service, they can go to Starbucks,” Zeus growled, cleaning up.

  “Finally!” I whispered. “There’s our tagline.” I snapped my compact shut and lifted my hands, making an invisible space between them, like the words were written in the air for all to read. “Kinky Bank Robber Investigations. If you want fucking customer service, go to Starbucks.”

  I smoothed my hair and glanced at Odin.

  “You look beautiful, goddess,” he said, knowing my question before I’d asked it, as usual. He handed me my panties. I pulled them on.

  When things seemed ready, I went over, unlocked the door, and opened it, stepping aside. I bit my lip as a way to hide my surprise when I saw who was there.

  It was Diego Washington, one of the scariest fucking badasses around, leader of a powerful up-and-coming Puerto Rican street gang.

  “Welcome,” I mumbled, extra glad that my face was now free of mascara and cum.

  Diego strolled in like he owned the place, all six and a half feet of him, shiny brown hair caught in a ponytail. He wore a fine black suit jacket with a white shirt underneath, buttoned all the way up to his neck. He fixed his eyes on Zeus, pack leader to pack leader.

  “Diego,” Zeus said, holding out his hand.

  Diego took it and grasped it.

  I didn’t really know Diego, but my guys liked him. Even so, tension always went up in a place when Diego Washington entered—the man was super-touchy. Half the drugs in Los Angeles ran through him and his people, and they were very, very dangerous people. Rumor had it that Diego was running his sales organization with encrypted networks and managing it with Trello, creating enormous efficiencies. But all the apps in the world didn’t keep a man from being bloody.

  I knew we’d be dealing with dangerous people, doing investigations for the criminal underworld. But I never thought it would be somebody like Diego. It seemed to me he could go around questioning people and they’d just give up the answers purely out of fear. The man was sensitive and violent, just like Zeus.

  “Smells like sex in here, man,” Diego said.

  My spine stiffened.

/>   Fuck.

  “You got something to say about that?” Zeus asked in his don’t-fuck-with-me voice.

  I winced and looked over at Odin, who leaned cool in the corner, watching. It would be a bad fight, Zeus v. Diego. Zeus had extensive military training, but Diego had that badass advantage. Evenly matched. In other words, bloody as hell. It would end with broken bones, wrecked teeth, ruptured organs.

  Possibly even a visit to the hospital.

  “I’m saying it smells like sex,” Diego growled.

  I held my breath.

  “You got a problem with it?” Zeus growled.

  Odin snorted. “You want fucking-g customer service, you should go to Starbucks.”

  I sucked in a breath.

  Diego shot a steely glance at Odin. “What’s that?”

  Odin grinned. I fought the urge to back away. Or maybe hit the floor.

  “That’s our fucking-g tagline,” Odin said, grinning his beautiful, dangerous grin. “What do you think?”

  Diego went still for just a moment, then he burst out with a booming laugh, and all the tension blew apart.

  He turned back to Zeus and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not telling you for me, man, I’m telling you for other customers. Normal customers.” This was actually meaningful, a kind of declaration. It was Diego casting in as one of us. “I know what you got here,” he added, nodding at me, even kind of respectfully.

  I nodded back calmly. These sorts of guys navigated the world in a different way than other men, and it was important to let them show you what they were comfortable with. I went around to take a seat at my desk and opened up my laptop, giving them attention privacy. If they needed real privacy, they could go into Zeus’s office, but they weren’t doing that. I was glad they weren’t.

  “So what’s up?” Zeus asked. “And anything you say here is cone of silence, of course,” he added. “You can trust Odin. You can trust Ice.”

  “Yeah, I know you all’ll keep it cool.” Diego went to the window and looked out over the street.

  I used the opportunity to pull out the fabulous P.I. notepad that I’d bought online. It had a leather cover and a tiny embossed fleur-de-lis in the upper corner.