“You know a lot about foot fetishists?” I asked.
“I know a lot about every kind of person,” Odin said simply.
“It’s disturbing,” Thor said, not looking up from his tablet. Thor was only half with us. That patient was worrying him.
“Isis has beautiful feet,” Zeus said. “And I am going to tear off his balls for threatening her.”
“You need to calm yourself down,” Odin said.
I caught Zeus’s eyes in the mirror, so full of anguish and rage and energy, like a wild god. He looked intense and alone, strapped into the driver’s seat, face pulsing light and dark from the headlights of passing cars, muscular hands dwarfing the steering wheel. I felt like, if he wanted to, he could just rip apart the whole vehicle. I recalled the steely feel of his cock at the restaurant. I wondered if he was still hard.
“We don’t know that it’s him,” Odin added. “We’ll figure it out. They take people off investigations they’re too close to for a reason, Zeus. We do it right.”
“We will do it right.” Zeus chest rose and fell with force. “Whoever did this will not survive the heat of my goddamn fire.” He was getting himself more and more agitated. “I will rain hell on anybody who even looks at her wrong.”
“Odin has dibs on pulling out his guts like fishing rope, though,” I said.
Odin grinned.
Zeus frowned.
“I have total faith in you,” I said softly.
Zeus growled.
“When we enter his home, we’ll figure it out. We’ll inspect his shit, and we’ll know,” Odin said.
Which seemed the last thing Zeus was capable of at the moment, on account of his fugue state of protectiveness. I could see that Odin, for one, didn’t like it. I suddenly wished very much that we weren’t speeding down a wet, rainy highway with me strapped into the backseat and Zeus strapped into the driver’s seat. I wanted to feel him, to feel his fire, and to soothe him. I leaned forward and rubbed his shoulder.
Zeus shot a glance at me in the rearview mirror, gaze hooded, like he felt my desire. He gusted out a breath. “…just don’t want you scared.”
Odin looked at Zeus, then back at me. “Isis. Come up here,” he said. “You need to sit in the middle of us.”
“We’re on the highway,” I said.
Odin tilted his head and gave me an eagle-eye look.
“Never mind,” Zeus said. “I’m driving.”
Odin eyed me again. “Zeus needs to feel you and know that you are okay.”
Zeus grunted in protest. “I’m driving.”
“She’s going to sit next to you, not suck your cock,” Odin said.
I specifically didn’t look over at Thor, who was a big fan of orgasms while driving. Or at least he had been, when he was on his recklessness jag before he got the clinic job.
“You’d want that, right?” Odin asked Zeus. “You want her up here?”
Zeus seethed out the windshield, like he could see Ingvey’s face on the road in front of us. “Yeah,” he grated.
Odin and I locked gazes. He didn’t need to say anything more. Odin wanted me to help calm down Zeus. He thought that my touch would calm him. Like a big, overwrought animal. It was sweet.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and crawled up between them. Zeus hissed out a sigh of relief as I settled in next to him and pressed flush to him. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his meaty chest as Odin buckled me in.
Zeus started talking about how we were going to keep me safe, and I trusted him on that. His fury hadn’t kept him from brilliantly assessing every last clue inside Bolo’s trashed rooms.
Odin leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Touch his skin. You need to touch his skin.”
“What are you saying to her? Because I’m talking,” Zeus barked.
“Sorry.” Odin sat back and directed his attention out the passenger-side window.
I snaked my hand under Zeus’s shirt and touched his firm, lightly furred belly, pressing my hand into his warm skin.
“Baby,” Zeus breathed into my hair. His breathing seemed to calm and even out, just from my touch.
Odin put a hand on my leg, squeezed once. It was so weirdly observant of Odin to know that would happen.
I wedged my other hand a little ways in between the seat and Zeus’s back. He kissed my head and moved his non-driving hand to my neck. “You feel so good,” he breathed, sliding his hand down over my shoulder, cupping it. “You feel so good, and you smell so good,” he said.
“Thank you.” I snuggled into him, keeping my hand splayed over his firm belly, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles and the light, springy hairs.
We drove on into the night toward Ingvey in Tivendale Heights. Would he be our guy? Odin apparently had his doubts.
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 wanted to 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 further into him the way I liked, forcing me to take him deeper. Thrusting and fucking my hand and mouth. I wanted to hear him go uh, uh, uh and 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 crazy.
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 I 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 to fucking-g slow down on 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 grated, unbuckling his seatbelt and then undoing mine. He opened the door and got out. The rain pounded over his head and back.
“It’s s
torming out there,” I said as the rain splashed in on his vacated seat.
He bent back into the car, panting, short brown hair dripping onto his forehead. “Come with me, Ice.” He leaned in further and kissed me roughly.
“Zeus!” 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 new intensity.
I liked it.
“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 behind me.
Zeus was already pulling me out of there. He circled his hands around my ass and picked me clear up. I swung my legs around his waist, feeling his cock flush to my sex, grinding into him as he slammed me against the side of the SUV as the rain pounded on us.
“Yes,” I whispered, gasping into the kiss. I no longer cared about the rain.
He hiked me up and nuzzled my breast through my wet shirt, smushing around the fabric. He reminded me of a bear trying desperately to get into a tent and not understanding about the zipper.
That wouldn’t do. I ripped apart the shirt, letting the buttons fly, or maybe it was the fabric that tore. All I cared about was feeling the abrasive yumminess of Zeus’s whiskery cheeks on my tender breasts.
Yeah, I wanted the bear in the tent.
He brought his face to my dripping wet chest and rubbed his whiskers all over me, and then he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked like crazy. I balled my fists in his hair, squeezing, pulling, wrenching, as though his hair were a gas pedal and if I squeezed tightly enough while grinding hard enough against his cock he’d go faster, harder, stronger, and maybe even fuck me in every hole all at once.
“Jesus,” he said, kissing up my neck. He stepped away from the SUV, and in one feverish and fluid motion, he hauled me up over his shoulder, firefighter style, and the world turned upside down.
“Hey!” I gasped.
He carried me like that out past the rest stop building and into the expanse beyond the picnic area where the lights didn’t shine.
We headed deeper into the darkness, rain pounding, Zeus in total Clan of the Cave Bear mode. Everything seemed to be getting further away. The lights, the world. Rain beat down onto my back as he rounded a tree and flipped me back into his arms. He kneeled then, gently laying me out on the wet, muddy ground. “I hate that he fucking called you on your phone. I had to pulverize that thing. I don’t care.”
“Come here,” I gasped, pulling him to me by his shirt. Instead he broke away from my grip and stood over me, towering over me, chest heaving, cock straining through his soaking wet cargo pants.
A deep and primal part of me understood what was happening; it was as if, after the phone call, he had to claim me all over again. Something tightened deep in my belly at the thought. He ripped the shirt right off himself as if to confirm it, and began to unbuckle his pants.
“If you’re not naked in two seconds, those pants are getting destroyed, too.”
I undid my jeans. Shirts and skirts are one thing, but it’s hard to find jeans you really love. Even though it was dark, I could see him perfectly, standing over me naked, cock shining, watching me wriggle out of the legs.
“Hurry it up,” he growled. He’d tossed all of his clothes aside. Later he’d be mad when he couldn’t find them, but later didn’t exist to him. The mud felt cool and slippery under my ass as I pulled off my jeans. My foot splashed in a cool puddle. He snatched my clothes from my hands and tossed them aside, too; they were illuminated mid-air by a flash of lightning.
“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered. “Touch yourself.”
I parted my legs for him and pressed one hand to my slick pussy, sliding a finger around in my hot juices. I brought my other hand to my breast.
“Yeah, do that, too.”
Zeus always liked when I touched myself really intensely and thoroughly.
“Fuck,” he said, falling to his knees between my legs, his taut, muscular beauty outlined by another flash of distant lightning.
He fell onto all fours over me, caging my shoulders with his beefy, tree-trunk arms. “Are you wet? Totally wet?”
“Drenched,” I whispered, laying back in the mud.
He pressed a hand over my pussy, fanning his fingers over mine, guiding my masturbation.
“You need to be totally wet for this.”
He slid his slippery fingers up my equally slippery and wet stomach. The feeling was amazing in the cool, pounding rain. “You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, gliding his warm, rough hands everywhere, like he was slicking the rain all over me. Finally he stretched out over me. “I have to be inside you hard.”
That one didn’t need an answer. I pulled him to me by his hair.
He rolled us over sideways. I shifted so that his body was perfectly flush to mine so that the most skin was touching, right down to the toes.
“God you feel good,” he said.
I felt his fingers move back to my hot, thrumming sex, sending delicious sensation deep into my core. He wasn’t the only one on the edge.
“I have to...” he grated feverishly.
“Hurry,” I said.
He slid a rough cheek over my nipple.
“After more of that,” I said.
“Are you on any rocks or branches or anything? I don’t want to fuck up your beautiful back,” he said. “I don’t want to drive you into something hard.”
He didn’t have to say any more. I knew he was so on the edge of control, he was worried that once he was in me, he wouldn’t be able to stop. So he wanted to make sure nothing sharp was under me.
Like a fucking gentleman. A gentlemanly type of a bear.
“It’s fine, Zeus. Fuck me into everything. Grind me down to China, I don’t care. Just fill me. Please. Now.”
He hissed out a breath and then he pushed my hand away from my crotch and guided himself into me, filling me.
“Yeah,” I said as he stretched over me, cock swollen and huge inside me. “This.”
He mumbled unintelligibly as he began to thrust.
“Harder,” I said. “Fuck me senseless, Zeus.”
He went harder. His wild fucking blotted out all the thoughts from my mind, all the fear and stalkers and weirdness. It was just me and Zeus and the biting rain and the cool, slippery mud, hurtling through the universe.
Uh-uh-uh, he grunted. Uh-uh-uh.
I caressed his back, feeling such love for him, wanting even more of him, whatever he had to give. The brutality, the care, the whole damn thing.
Uh-uh, he began. He mauled my jawline with his mouth as he fucked me. Like he wanted to eat my whole muddy, rain-soaked head.
Then he found my ear.
He bit down on my earlobe—hard.
The sharp, dark pleasure of it shot through me like a bullet, and I pulled him to me, trying to grab a hold on his slippery back.
“Yes,” I panted. “More. Just…fuck…”
As if he could fuck me more.
The talk didn’t have to make sense. It was just musical notes I had to get out of myself or I’d burst.
Twin sensations warred for attention within me—the sting of his teeth on my earlobe and the building pleasure between my legs from the wild, huge thickness of him. Over and over he invaded me with his massive girth, keeping hold of my ear with his teeth, merciless with the pain and pleasure under the dark, drenched sky.
I kind of didn’t know where we were, or what anything was. And suddenly my body came apart in a wild orgasm.
“Uh…” Zeus made a strangled noise. “Uh-uh-uh.“ He thrust once again, harder, grinding into me, which set off new waves of pleasure. I could feel the vibrations of his cock as he came, and the warmth of his cum inside me.
The moment slid on and on under the pounding rain.
“Oh,” I said, boneless beneath him. “Fuck.”
I looked
over then and saw a bobbing flashlight.
“Shit,” I said.
Zeus looked over and grunted. “Us,” he said.
“How can you tell?”
“From the flashlight.”
Sure enough, it was Thor, playing the flashlight over our naked bodies. It was a little invasive. Like we were on display. Caught. Revealed.
Needless to say, it was totally hot.
“I brought a towel,” he said. “Though you might be past that. Where a towel can help. You guys are drenched in mud.”
Zeus rolled off of me and propped his head on his hand, slicking his hand over my wet belly. “Why didn’t you come and join in?” Zeus asked.
“I didn’t think it was that kind of fuck,” Thor said.
“Fuck her now,” Zeus said.
“Yeah. Thor—” I wanted him to be in the mud with us, and to feel as good as we did. “Come here.”
“We have to get back,” Thor said.
“It’s three in the morning,” Zeus said. “The man’s not going anywhere.”
“It’s four,” Thor said.
“Man’s still not going anywhere.”
“Come here,” I said. “I want to touch you in the mud. Let me lick the rain off you.”
“We don’t serially fuck you,” Thor said. “That’s for a prostitute, being serially fucked.”
“Isis wants you to come down here,” Zeus said.
“No,” Thor said.
I tried to make out whether he was hard or not, but it was too dark to tell. “It’s amazing in the rain and mud,” I said.
“That’s not how it works,” Thor said.
“I never heard of any no-serial-fucking rule,” I said. Though in truth we never did it where I fucked one guy after another. But right at that moment, it seemed sort of dirty in a way that I liked. “I want you to fuck me serially,” I said. “I want you to fuck me while Zeus watches.” I could feel the heat pooling in my belly.
“We don’t pass you around,” Thor said again.
“We don’t have motherfucking rules,” Zeus said.
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