Page 11 of The Deeper Game
I smiled. Opinionated Matteo knew where to get the best of everything. I could see the Gigis getting pissed at him and kicking him out. But he had a good heart, too.
Odin caught my eye as he and Matteo went over the list of tools Zeus was bringing in to conceal in the workspace—one or two a day.
I stiffened, hoping he didn’t get it in his head to start up the vibrations. I finally felt normal, or at least I was out of the I-have-to-come-right-now-or-I’ll-die zone.
Odin smiled.
I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.
They continued their discussion.
“What is it, goddess?” Thor asked. I didn’t have to look at him to see he was grinning.
“Nothing,” I said, leaning back.
Surely they didn’t want Matteo to know. Matteo would want things professional.
While Zeus mainly liked the idea of robbing the Prime Royale because it was the biggestfuck youpossible, just one rung below hitting Fort Knox, Matteo wanted a specific set of diamond jewelry, known as the Liz Taylor diamonds, to give to the Gigis.
Odin had originally wanted the Liz Taylor diamonds, too. He’d wanted to wear them to taunt the Gigis because they’d pissed him off on a certain occasion, but the guys made a deal with Matteo in order to get the intel that he had.
It had been agreed that Odin would wear the Princess Harrod sapphires to taunt the Gigis in retaliation for trying to get me to join their gang. Then, after a set amount of time, Matteo would be free to give them the Liz Taylor diamonds, which Odin would not be permitted to wear as a taunt.
I was to get a diamond tiara that was worth more than all of those other jewels put together.
Thor just wanted the money. He’d been crossing the border into Mexico recently to volunteer at a free clinic just south of Tijuana, and they needed equipment badly. He wasn’t able to work as a doctor in the States, but he wasn’t being bothered so far in Mexico. It was risky as hell, him crossing the border, but being a doctor was important to him. It kept him balanced.
Anyway, everything in our lives was risky as hell. We didn’t need a freak warning from a fake Abe Lincoln to know that.
I looked out the window at the beautifully dressed people leading their normal lives, climbing in and out of sleek cars.
Maybe I looked bored, because right then I felt the clamps on my nipples begin to vibrate softly.
It was a surprise at first—so unexpected, so out of my control.
I looked down, sure you would be able to see them going, but they looked the same as before…like I was wearing chunky nipple jewelry.
Only now, that nipple jewelry was sending waves of pleasure clear into the pit of my belly.
I stiffened and glanced at Odin in the front seat. He was messing around on his phone, continuing to go over logistics with Matteo. Of course he’d have made an app for his little contraption.
“What?” Thor asked quietly.
It was then that the pulsing on my clit started.
I turned to him, shifting my legs, closing them together. That only intensified the good feeling.
Thor only had to take one look at my face to get it. “Did I ever tell you how hot you look in that outfit?”
“Thank you,” I rasped.
Desire built in my belly. Dimly, I tried to remember why I shouldn’t have an orgasm with Matteo in the car.
Thor looked at me warningly and clamped a hand down on my knee. He shook his head, pulled at my leg.
Reluctantly, I parted my legs, which lessened the intensity, but only slightly.
“This is going to go like clockwork,” Matteo said from up front.
