Page 10 of The Deeper Game
I glanced away as he passed. I didn’t need to catch this guy’s eye.
And that’s when the unit stuck up my ass and between my legs began to vibrate. Softly, gently. It wasn’t just a fancy dildo. It was some sort of clit-and-butt vibrator. A clit-and-butt-erator.
I sucked in a silent breath.
Because, oh,wow, it felt so good. I bit my lip and focused through the pleasure. I’d show my guys how well I could concentrate.
So I stood there, working to regain mental control over the intensity of the feeling, which was not easy; the pulsing clit-and-butt-erator pressure coupled with the relentless squeeze of the nipple clamps was quite delicious. I thought about what Zeus often told me—keep a wide, calm focus.He’d typically say it when we were casing a place or doing something risky, but I felt it could apply to this situation.Don’t work at it, let the environment come to you.
I took a breath and relaxed, letting my focus go wide, just giving in to the sensation and the surroundings, and I suddenly got what he meant; I felt observant at a new level. Crystal-sharp, even.
Like I could do anything.
It was my turn. I took on a confident, casual attitude. Just as I approached the window, the vibrations stopped. They were watching the feed, of course, and I felt a bit annoyed—I could’ve done the deed buzzing. I greeted the teller and began mytransaction. Standing at the teller window gave me a good view of the back of the house. This was a tight operation, and even though my guys were talented robbers who’d been trained to work undercover in enemy territory and fight covert wars, too, I worried about this job. This was the mythicalBig One.
We could retire on it—that was my secret idea.
My guys rarely thought about the future, but I hoped that I was changing that. At least they’d stopped blowing one hundred percent of their money on fancy hotels and champagne and other wasteful lavishness. It was more like sixty percent now.
The teller, a pretty woman with jet-black bangs, counted out a small pile of twenties. I took them, thanking her, and nestled them carefully into my wallet.
Five minutes later, the smiling, top-hatted doormen simultaneously opened the golden doors of the Prime Royale for me and I strolled out, stepping down the marble stairs between the suspiciously perfect palms, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself.
As soon as I hit the sidewalk, the vibrations started—the nipple clamps and the unit between my legs—both at once. It was an intense hit of pleasure. I wanted so badly to come, and briefly I considered stopping at the bus stop bench and just letting it happen. I was out of the bank now; the test was over. But I strolled on down to our stakeout SUV. Because I was in control!
When I got to the sidewalk side, I could see tough-ass Matteo in the front seat with Odin, talking animatedly.
Crap.
I’d die if he knew I had little vibrating implements all over me. The back door cracked open. Thor. He slid over and I got in with the stuff still vibrating.
“Him Matteo,” I said in a surprisingly relaxed tone.
“Hey, Ice.” He twisted around in the seat. “How’s it look in there?”
“Same as yesterday,” I said, proud to manage a semi-normal voice. “Relaxed. The plainclothes who guards the side is struggling with bad allergies right now, too, and he’s very unaware. I hope they don’t improve for a while. Not to be a bitch.”
Thor snorted.
“I’m liking that,” Matteo said. “Liking it.” He had brown hair and a wide face and lots of tattoos on his arms, and he was very much a guy’s guy.
His eyes fell to my breasts. I couldn’t blame him—it looked like I was wearing some very serious nipple jewelry. I quickly began to dig inside my bag in a way that obscured them, hoping he hadn’t noticed the vibrations, because let’s face it, that would look really unprofessional.
Odin asked him about some small aspect of timing, and Matteo turned back.
I smiled. Did my crafty bank robber not like Matteo looking at my breasts? Yeah, maybe he should have thought about that before he putvibrating clamp contraptions on them.
The vibrations ceased, and I relaxed just a bit.
I was hoping Matteo would leave after he answered the question—he was stationed in the park today—but he rambled on. He had extensive opinions about pretty much everything; the man was just as brilliant as my guys, but very opinionated.
The plan was that Zeus would stay behind in the ducts after the bank closed on the day of the robbery and let the three guys in. I had the big outside support role. It was a large and complicated operation.
“We’re gonna get hungry in there,” Matteo said. “Two words: beef jerky.”
“That shit’s full of nitrates,” Thor said.
“Don’t worry, doc. Not the place I get it from,” Matteo said. “All natural.”
