Page 37 of The Deeper Game
The dark back seat glowed with the soft light from Thor’s iPad, the front with passing headlights, all to the soft chant of wipers sloshing back and forth and tires on wet road.
There in the dark I moved my palm in a circle over the contours of Zeus’s belly. I could tell where the line of hairs that led to his cock started, but I didn’t follow that treasure trail. This wasn’t that kind of touching. I was just giving him reassurance. Skin-to-skin contact. They’ve done studies where skin-to-skin contact calms blood pressure, anger, all the freak-out markers; Thor would have the clinical term for it. Anyway, that’s what I was concentrating on. I could tell I was helping him.
Like I was the Zeus whisperer.
Odin and Zeus didn’t have to know how turned on I was—this was supposed to be a comforting thing, not a sexual thing. But every time my fingers strayed over that line of hair, all I wantedto do was press my hand down into Zeus’s pants and take his giant, hard cock in my hand and my mouth and squeeze and lick and suck it.
I imagined him grabbing my hair and pushing my head down farther onto him the way I liked, forcing me to take him deeper. Thrusting and fucking my hand and mouth. I wanted to hear him gouh-uh-uhand lose all sense of everything. I wanted to feel all that fucking energy inside him build up and unspool.
The best would be if I could get my hands around his ass and squeeze his ass cheeks. That sometimes drove him wild.
Then I changed the thought—I’d squeeze his ass cheek with one hand, while I squeezed the root of his cock with the other. I loved how rigid it would get when I did that, like pure steel. Sucking Zeus’s cock was like riding a tidal wave, but way hotter. And it ended better.
“Ice,” Zeus grated, startling me.
“What?” I came to my senses and realized I was squeezing a handful of skin, practically taking a chunk out of his abs. “Oh, sorry.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, voice husky. “Fuck. It felt good.” He looked down at me with a wild light in his eyes.
“Let’s hit the next rest stop,” Odin said.
The next thing I knew, the blinker was on.
Zeus moved his hand to my head again and squeezed my hair. “Ice,” he panted.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Where’re we going?” Thor asked.
“Rest stop,” Zeus said, barreling down the exit ramp.
“The idea is tofucking-gslowdownon the exit,” Odin complained as Zeus sped toward the lonely building. Zeus slowed just before he squealed into a parking place.
The rest stop was dark and nearly deserted; only a couple of other cars were there. Not surprising considering it was 3:12 a.m.
Picnic tables were clustered off to the side under a towering light that illuminated the raindrops, though it was raining so hard, they weren’t drops at all—more like fat, bright dashes of water, streaking through the slim cones of light and down into the darkness. Beyond the picnic area lay a dim expanse—grass with the occasional tree—and beyond that, more trees.
“We’ll be right back.” Zeus unbuckled his seatbelt and then mine. He opened the door and got out. The rain pounded on his head and back.
“It’s storming out there,” I said as the rain splashed in on his empty seat.
He bent back into the car, panting, short brown hair dripping onto his forehead. “Come with me, Ice.” He leaned in farther and kissed me roughly.
I laughed and grabbed his soaking wet shoulders. The rain was cold, but Zeus was warm, hot, and hard.
This stalker had brought out something new in Zeus—a weird, wild intensity.
I approved.
Chapter Nine
Zeus was already pullingme out of the car.
“I need us to go out into the darkest part of that field out there,” he gasped between kisses, like he’d die if it didn’t happen.
“We’ll wait,” Odin said casually from the backseat
Zeus grabbed my ass and picked me clear up there in the pounding rain.
