Page 12 of The Deeper Game
“Good things come to those who wait,” Thor said.
“Fucking-gright about that,” Odin agreed with a sly glance at me. He’d grown up in Morocco, except for some years in Egypt and an Algerian prison, but I didn’t know much more than that. He was very private about his history. “The best things come to those who wait.”
Okay, I got the game. If I held out, things would be good.
“Going in too hasty would be such a mistake,” Thor said.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Matteo said. “It’s all in the planning. It’s in knowing how to take advantage of the luck that you spot.”
The pleasure of the vibrations was incredibly intense. This thing between my legs was absolutely diabolical. The thumb part pressed perfectly at my clit.
Damn! I lifted my pelvis slightly off the seat, which made the vibrations seem less intense. But it also changed the spot, which made things newly pleasurable. And the leg muscles I was now using wouldn’t support me long.
I could see the steely outline of Thor’s cock beneath his slacks. I wished I could grab his cock and give him a taste of his own medicine.
Up front, Matteo was talking sound absorbers. He had a special lunchbox for Zeus.
I tried to follow along. Every day Zeus came out to eat his lunch in the park, and one of us switched lunch boxes with him. The new lunchbox would contain a new piece of equipment to smuggle into the bank.
“You’re the one meeting him in the park today?” I asked Matteo hopefully.
He looked at his watch. “Fifteen minutes.”
Crap! My legs gave out and I had to sit back down again.
The vibrations seemed to redouble, creating an electric feeling that flowed all over my skin.
Oh, my resolve really was weakening. I tried to concentrate on the danger of the job. How frightened I was for my guys.
It helped…marginally.
Thor and Odin were going to be in so much trouble after this.
“I should leave to pick up his sandwich now, though,” Matteo said. “Does he want turkey again?”
“Yes, but it won’t take fifteen minutes to get his sandwich,” Odin said wickedly.
I rested my head back against the headrest and looked out the window. I was going for a look that could be described asbored…as opposed to, say, wildly-turned-on sex partner to hot bank robbers.
“We’re done here, though,” Matteo said. “You guys good?”
“I’m good,” I said.
Matteo looked at me funny. Maybe it was my tone. “You two need to have a backup vehicle stashed,” he said.
“We’re already on it,” Thor said, hand still on my leg. “We’ll have two of them.” He squeezed my thigh. Excitement winged through me.
Matteo leveled a glance at me. “You’re good to drive if it comes to that?” Drive, in that sentence, meant worlds more than simply operating a motor vehicle. It meant, did I have the guts and focus to do it?
“She’s more than good to drive,” Odin said. “Ice is one of the best.”
One of the best. I smiled. “I’m ready for anything.” And just then, I was good with being extensively pleasured without release.
“Okay.” Matteo pushed on his sunglasses. Finally! Then he turned back. “How many banks have you all hit this year?”
Oh, my God.
Odin frowned, thinking.
