Page 43 of The Deeper Game
Thor leaned his forehead into my neck. “Fuck,” he whispered as the tremors moved through him. He rolled off.
“Uh-uh-uh,”Zeus panted. I realized vaguely that he’d taken one of his hands off me, and that he was doing himself.
I turned around and knocked his hand away, gripping his slick cock in my own hand, then I bent over and took him in my mouth and sucked and stroked in the way that most drives him wild.
I felt Zeus’s hand come over the back of my head. “Goddess,” he rasped, pushing my head down over his huge rod. His whole body tightened as he came into my mouth with a strangled cry, cock pulsating between my lips, on and on.
“Wow,” I said, collapsing back onto him.
“Sheesh, I didn’t think I’d come again,” he said.
“I didn’t think I’d come again,” I said.
Thor lay on his side next to us, head propped up on his hand. He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “So much for the clean, dry towel.”
I smoothed his hair back so he looked like a 1920s guy. “You will never make me feel used, or like a prostitute,” I said. “I always want you to do everything you want.”
Thor kissed my ear and whispered, “Except sometimes when you wake up crabby.”
“Yeah. There’s that.”
He stood up. “We need to go.” He put out his hand. I took it and let him pull me up. Then I reached back for Zeus. He took my hand and stood.
The tension level between the three of us had dropped from eleven to one now that we’d fucked our brains out.
Thor picked up the muddy towel. “I don’t know why Odin sent me out here with the towel. We should’ve waited for you to come to the vehicle.”
“Odin sent you out with a towel?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Thor said. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
I squinted. It wasn’t a good idea at all. Like Thor said, the towel would’ve stayed dry if they’d waited for us to return.
Unless the towel staying dry wasn’t the point.
My clothes lay nearby, only slightly damaged. Zeus’s clothes were scattered all over. We helped him find them and wrung them out best we could. Then we headed back to the SUV. Even from far off, I could see Odin in there, face lit by the glow of his phone.
It was then that it came to me that Odin had engineered all of this. He’d decided we needed to have sex to feel saner. He’d made it happen. And now I was less worried, Zeus was less primal, and Thor was less distracted.
Had Odin been quietly controlling things all along? Or was I looking at a power shift? I’d always thought of Zeus as the leader of the group. Was I wrong on that? Was Odin the power behind the power? Or did Odin only take over when Zeus was wildly emotional?
Zeus got to the vehicle first and pulled open the door. “Tell me we have more clothes in here.”
Odin looked us over with an exaggerated frown of disgust. “YourippedIsis’s shirt?”
I smiled.
Zeus snorted. “I ripped mine. She ripped hers.”
Odin slanted his eyes at the back of the vehicle. “All we have is one old sweatshirt. Isis gets it. Maybe a few other towels.”
We were back on the road two minutes later with Zeus driving. Thor and Zeus and I had towels to sit on, but we were still pretty wet and muddy. I pulled the sweatshirt over my head, grateful for the warmth.
“This guy’s place is about fifteen more minutes out,” Odin said. “Zeus, what happens if we want to take our time with him? What happens if you call in sick to the HVAC crew? Are we screwed?”
Zeus thought it would be fine just once. They needed him now. No way would they fire him.
I looked over at Zeus, who was wiping his face with his hand, but it only smeared around the mud. Same with Thor. It was a freaky look they had going. “We need to wash up properly and find new clothes,” I said.
