The wrong idea, p.7
The Wrong Idea, page 7
“I guess not,” I said.
“Are we safe right now? And together? Are we fucking awesome right now?” he asked.
“I guess,” I said.
“The answer is yes,” Zeus said. “Yes, we’re all of the above.”
Guvvey’s was livelier this time around, maybe because it had been relatively early when we’d met with Tabby, whereas now the club was in full swing.
But it was even more than that. When we’d come before, I was just a friend of the gang. Now I was an official member, with a tattoo to prove it. I felt like a debutante at a ball—the newest member of the God Pack. My heart pounded a little bit faster just to think of it. Whatever my guys were into, that’s what I wanted to be into. They were my allies now, and I was theirs. I wanted to help them.
I wanted to save them.
I didn’t know what that meant, really, but there had to be a way to save them. Because seriously, how long could they go on, living this dangerous lifestyle?
Drinks were served. Lots more people came around, and I showed my tattoo some more. Thor ordered us the appetizer flight and the dinner flight.
“You’ve got the menu memorized?” I asked.
“You get whatever they’re serving here. Like when you go to somebody’s house,” he explained.
“What if I don’t like it?” I asked.
Odin narrowed his eyes. “You have to eat it. Even if you don’t like it. Or else.”
Thor hit Odin on the arm. “Stop teasing her. You don’t have to eat it, Isis.”
A cheer went up from the dance floor where a tough-looking man in a tux with a machine gun slung over his back was doing a robot dance.
The guy looked so strong and dangerous, even in the tux. The dyed yellow ends of his hair shone like a bright, badass crown over his dark roots. Yet he was dancing like a freak.
“That’s something you don’t see every day,” I said.
“That’s Matteo,” Zeus observed grimly. “There was exactly one other crew who would ever consider taking down the Prime Royale bank, and that’s Matteo’s old crew, but the rest of them are locked up now. The Prime Royale is all ours.”
“Would you get off the Prime Royale?” Odin snapped, downing his scotch. “They didn’t take it down because it’s stupid to try.”
“I thought Matteo joined the Giraffes after his crew got arrested,” Thor said.
“The Giraffes booted him out,” Zeus said. “He’s back to having no gang.”
“Hold on, the Giraffes?” I said. “There’s a bank takeover robbery gang called the Giraffes?”
“They don’t do takeovers,” Zeus said. “They’re all about jewels.”
Odin sniffed. “Fucking-g Giraffes.”
“Seriously? The Giraffes?” I said. “Who would name their criminal gang after an animal whose only natural advantage is the ability to eat leaves off treetops?” It seemed weird in light of the murals. And just…weird, period.
“Most people call them the Gigis,” Thor said, which totally didn’t clear up the mystery.
The waiter delivered our appetizers. Tapenade, bruschetta, fancy cheeses, crab puffs. A breadbasket and mini bottle of olive oil with a spout, just like a normal Italian restaurant. Somehow, I’d expected less regular food. Maybe weirdly giant, King Henry–sized drumsticks or octopus tentacle soup or something.
“Do the Giraffes threaten to munch on people’s potted palms if they don’t give them all of their jewels?”
“Don’t underestimate the Giraffes,” Odin said. “They’ve got a streak of chaos a mile wide.”
“The God Pack is a way better name than the Giraffes,” I said, grabbing a piece of bread.
My guys agreed.
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 intel 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 intel on the Prime, they would’ve hit it.”
“No, they wouldn’t, because they’d know it was fucked up to try,” Odin said. “That’s my point here.”
“They’re also not as good at robbing banks as we are,” Thor said. “Let’s recall, they did do mostly supermarket bank jobs.”
Zeus twisted his big, beautiful, thuggish man lips into a sneer. “Supermarket banks.” Apparently, supermarket banks were way beneath my bandits. “Anyway, I want to know if Matteo has intel on the Prime.”
I ate a roll while my bandits discussed Matteo’s sources and the possibility of his having good intel.
Odin waved to a stout guy who wore a tuxedo and had his hair in short, neat dreadlocks. The guy sauntered over, smoking a cigar. “And then they were four,” he said coolly.
Thor grinned and introduced us to Bentley. Bentley 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. “That man’s got a whole file on the Prime Royale from what I hear.”
“No shit,” Zeus said. “Why not rob it?”
“Aside from the fact that nobody robs the Prime Royale?” Bentley joked.
“Why get the file, then?”
“To impress the G’s,” Bentley said. The G’s, I took it, were the Giraffes aka the Gigis. “Those girls are interested in the Prime.”
Thor narrowed his eyes. “The Giraffes are jewel thieves, not bank robbers.”
“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 love their jewels, that’s for sure,” Odin said.
“Not when those jewels are locked in a bank.” Bentley puffed on his cigar. “They don’t love that. But banks are not their jam.”
They gossiped about Matteo and some other crime figures. Apparently, the crème de la crème of the LA criminal underground gossiped as much as high school kids.
Bentley left, and Zeus and Odin argued some more about hitting the Prime Royale. Some time later, another man came up, a bespectacled blond man in a brocade jacket. He seemed unhappy, or maybe he was just really serious.
The brocade jacket guy sighed and gave Zeus a key ring, a small notebook, and a cell phone, and there was a gadget yet to come. They talked about eyes on the neighborhood and the terrain 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; he trailed his fingers up my shin, underneath the cover of the tablecloth, as they all talked.
“That was Manning,” Odin said once the man was gone.
I squinted. Manning. They’d said the name earlier. “He seems a bit odd.”
“He is a bit odd, but odd people are often great at their jobs. He’s the AV guy who was at our place,” Odin said. “He checked it out and put in new surveillance around the perimeter and the surrounding neighborhood. We get to go back now. You know what that means, Isis?” His fingers trailed up past my knee, now, inching up my inner thigh. “Can you guess?”
My belly tightened. Yes, I could guess what it meant. I could have a lot of fun guessing, in fact. We’d go back to their place, where they apparently had lots of exotic sexual implements and a case of paddles 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, his movement concealed by the table and the darkness of our corner. It was super 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,” he commanded.
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.
“Say what it means,” Zeus pursued.
I just grinned. This teasing business worked as a two-way street.
Thor’s gaze from across the table felt heavy on my skin. “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.”
Heat arrowed through me. Thor smiled. I knew that I was turning red down my chest and that he was enjoying it.
“The paddle,” I said. “That’s what it means.”
“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, whack was not a dirty enough word. “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, clenching my sex in an exciting way. “Umm…”
“Do you remember?” Odin asked. “Answer.”
“Yes, fine,” I said. “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.
Long story short: I was getting way too aroused for my pants!
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 damp panties again. Lightly, too lightly, stoking my heat.
I closed my eyes. “Six.”
“Maybe, Isis,” Thor said. “We’ll see. The point is that 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 food?”
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. “Six 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 the excitement radiating off of him, could feel his massive cock pulsing with need. Thor’s little narrative was getting to him, too.
I moved my hand behind me into his lap, wrapping my fingers slowly around the bulge that his cock made 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 all to 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 outrageous 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 thought about 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. He’ll 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 wild that he would only touch me there lightly. I wanted some pressure, ideally in the form of a stroke, but my guys could get contrarian when I made requests like that, so I stayed cool.
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.”
“Okay, good,” Thor said, nodding.
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…unless I was sideways maybe, but who needs realistic sex choreography for a hot scenario? I was going with it.
“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.”
“Okay,” I said, like it totally made sense.
I felt Zeus’s breath speed up even more. Odin inched in closer to me. I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs—I couldn’t help it! The pressure felt glorious.
Odin pulled away his hand and grabbed my wrist. “Is that proper for a date?” he growled. “To fondle yourself? To force me to?”
“I think it’s proper for this date,” I said.
“Oh dear.” Odin shook his head sternly, keeping hold of my hand.
“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. I don’t know what etiquette guides say, but I’m guessing that a proper date doesn’t involve a woman getting a hard cock pressed into her virgin asshole in a restaurant.” I wished I’d said that dirtier. I wanted to be good at dirty talking too! “Or something else, like maybe smooth and slick. Slowly in.”
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. He strolled over and said something to our waiter, gesturing 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, heart racing.
Thor smiled at me. Such a troublemaker. Had he woven that whole story just to take advantage of Zeus’s difficulty with impulse control? Was he playing the mischievous puppeteer yet again?
