Page 60 of The Hard Way

I opened.

He laid a heavy hand on the side of my head, then he shoved his cock into my throat.

I’d never done a sideways BJ. I nearly gagged.

“Take it, Ice. Feel me own you.” He began to pulse. I softened my throat.

Whack.

I gagged a little. One of those good gags.

It was nice to have the nose off. Dimly, I realized it also enabled me to breathe while he rammed his cock down my throat.

Because my guys were always thinking.

“Shit,” Odin said. “I can feel it in your throat when he strikes you.”

So could I. The feeling was blowing what was left of my mind. He struck me again at the same time that Odin thrust into my face again. They were coordinating, of course. This is what you got from seasoned criminals fucking and disciplining you—wicked coordination.

Tears streamed out of my eyes sideways.

My tears made the cool metal of the cabinet that my cheek was squished against slippery.

Everything was dark and slippery and wild in the empty office of the Baylortown Piggly Wiggly.

Odin cried out suddenly and thrust into me deeper still, cock pulsing with pleasure, warmth coating my throat.

He cried out in some other language—the dialect of Arabic he’d grown up with, swearing, I guess, feverishly petting my hair. He might have been sayingI love you. I kind of think it was that.

I stilled, too, feeling only the postorgasm quiver of his cock in my mouth, alive and electric.

“You took off her nose,” Zeus grumbled a few minutes later.

“I would’ve fucked it off her,” Odin said, pulling out.

Zeus pulled me up and off the cabinet. I was shaky on my feet, but he held me tight and wiped my mouth with something soft, and then he kissed my neck. Like he was having a love affair with my neck.

“Yeah,” I said stupidly as Zeus moved his ravenous kissing to my cheek, then my lips.

“I need to fuck you now,” Zeus said. “I need you to take me deep.”

“You can do anything to me you want.” I was a soggy noodle, warm and good and needing desperately to come, which is to say, not the kind of soggy noodle you’d find on the Olive Garden menu.

“I thought I needed to fuck you before, but I really, really need you now.” He backed me into a wall. “I couldn’t stop even if you asked me.”

Me asking him to stop. Let’s just say, a Mars invasion was more likely. “…won’t be asking that.”

“We’ll be okay.” He pressed into me deliciously, sliding his hands up either side of my neck.

We’ll be okay.

He meant Odin. He’d seen the trouble, too. I shook my head. I wasn’t so sure. He growled and pressed me to the wall harder. He lifted my thigh with one hand. “I want you ready.” Suddenly his fingers were inside me, a thumb making circles around my tickly nub.

“I was ready a zillion spanks ago.”

“Oh, you feel good. You are going to feel good.”

I sucked in a breath. “You have to be inside me to know that for sure.”

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