The Hostage Bargain (15 page)

“We’re getting to it.”

I wrapped my fingers around Thor’s silky, steely hardness. Odin’s had gone out of reach, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me. He kissed me, and then he bit my lip, and by the way he was breathing, I knew he was doing himself. Which was so hot.

“You want Zeus to join?” Odin breathed.

“Now?”

“He won’t now, but at some point?”

“Well, yes,” I said. I felt surprised that wasn’t evident. “It’s not something I’ve ever done, you know…” Thor was so hard in my hand. It was difficult to concentrate. I was sick of concentrating.

“Three woodsmen?” Thor asked. “You don’t know how to do three woodsmen? If only there were some diagrams or drawings we could access. If only it was animated so that you could see—”

“Don’t make fun,” I said.

“Don’t worry about the logistics, Isis,” Odin said. “We can make any kind of fucking work. We have a very diverse palette of styles and configurations.”

Again with the feng shui. I smiled, feeling intoxicated, greedy. I wanted to fuck, to be filled. “Yes,” I said, tired of words. “More. Yes.”

Odin pressed his fingers into my wet mound.

“God, yes,” I breathed.

“Turn over,” Odin whispered gruffly.

Slowly I released Thor and turned onto my belly, quivering with anticipation.

“No,” Odin said, caressing my ass. “On your knees.”

I got on my knees there on the bed. My pussy felt extra slick now, exposed to the cool air. Would they spank me? I wasn’t aware of having done anything wrong, but I had certainly built up a few infractions throughout the day.

Odin slid up to sit back against the headboard, gazing hard into my eyes. “I want you to suck me as you did Thor. And you remember how that goes? Do it in a way that makes you available to Thor. Spread your legs, baby.”

I complied.

“Thor, get back there and fuck her. Not in the ass. And she needs you to touch her to get her off. But I say when she comes.

So many commands! And he knew I needed to be touched to get off. Odin was like the Sherlock Holmes of sex. I bent to Odin and took just the head of his cock in my mouth, thinking to do some fancy tongue thing. I was so horny again.

Crinkling behind me. A condom.

“No, no, no.” Odin grabbed my hair and forced my head down onto him, clearly in the mood to fuck my mouth. “Hard,” he said. “I’ve been waiting. Hard, hard. And grab it with your hand.”

More commands. A wanton thrill speared through me as I grabbed him at the base with one hand and sucked him as he wanted.

And then I felt the probe of Thor’s cock at my clit, sliding up and down, spreading juices all around. All the nerves back there felt exposed and tingly, and I felt desperate to have him inside me.

“My balls,” Odin said, guiding my hand down to cup them.

Thor nudged at my entrance with the blunt, fat tip of his cock.

I shivered right to the top of my head, feeling like I might come already.

“You are so freaking wet,” Thor said, pressing just the head of his cock into my slick channel. “Oh,” he panted, filling me further.

I stopped to enjoy the sensation of him penetrating me almost up to my eyeballs. Or at least that’s how it felt.

Odin growled and took control of my hair again, pushing lightly on my head, reminding me of my responsibility to his own cock as Thor withdrew and plunged into me, taking me deliciously. He fucked me, and I sucked Odin, using my hand to stroke his fabulously thick root. Then Thor reached around and rubbed my clit. It was like the three of us were all connected, fucking each other, panting along with each other, waves of erotic energy rolling between us.

No—it was
more
—it was as if we created a single animal, one lusty, pleasure-seeking being. I’d never felt anything like it in my life, this heat and energy, and the way the three of us together tripled it.

“A little teeth,” Odin grated. I let my teeth graze up and down his shaft, and he hissed out a breath. He set a new rhythm with his hand, pressing on my head, and now and then he tweaked a nipple with his other hand. I could tell he was on the edge, and I wanted to push him over, concentrate only on him. But the combo of us was too wonderful to isolate one thing. Thor fucked me harder, rubbing me with a smooth, slick finger, long strokes up and down. His finger felt strangely long. Odin gripped my hair tightly, a naughty new note for our erotic symphony.

Somebody panted. Waves built in me. I was about to come. I’d need to think of something horrible, just to keep from coming.

Thankfully Odin put me out of my misery. “Let go, Isis, let it take you,” he said. “Come for us.”

I was so there. His words tipped me right over the edge into a chaos of sensation.

Waves pounded through my sex, my belly, my eyes.

Odin clamped his hand harder on my head for one final push. His cock vibrated in my mouth, spewing cum into my throat.

“Fuck, mother of fuck,” Thor said as he drove into me, grip tightening on my hips, fully and ferociously invading me. “Fuck!”

Odin’s cock was motionless in my mouth, but his hand had changed; instead of the commanding head-pushing, he was stroking my hair. “Isis,” he whispered as I pulled my mouth off him.

I kissed his brown-bronze stomach and nuzzled the line of hair up from his belly button, partly to wipe my lips, and partly because I just wanted to. I kissed up and up. Thor pulled out of me, and Odin got up on his knees and kissed me—passionately.

Romantically.

We’d done so much fucking and mindfucking that this romantic kiss came as a shock, and it took my breath away. I kissed him back, enjoying him, feeling him.

I was aware of Thor getting off the bed, the bathroom light flipping on, and still Odin kissed me. Then he lowered me onto my back and crouched over me on all fours, hands planted on the sides of my shoulders, knees on the sides of my knees, and he loomed over me, and we just looked into each other’s eyes.

I liked it—
loved it
—lying naked underneath this man I barely knew, yet my sense of connection to him was something beyond most people in my life. And I suppose we’d been through so much intensity together, he and I. And Thor and Zeus.

“I felt like we were one thing,” I said. “The three of us.”

Pain in Odin’s eyes. “I know,” he said, and he lowered himself and stretched out next to me, lying half on top of me, draping an arm possessively on my stomach.

Then Thor came back in and he lay behind Odin, draping an arm around the both of us.

It surprised me, yet didn’t, that they, too, would feel so comfortable touching each other like that.

I had joked about them being like the Borg from Star Trek, hive-like space beings that operated as a single entity and rode around in a cube-shaped ship. The Borg shared thoughts and feelings, and couldn’t function individually, disconnected from the hive. And I got a hit of that with them suddenly, seeing them fit together so easily. I got a hit of it because I’d entered into it, just for a little while. And it had been delicious. And seeing them like this, I knew it had only been the tip of the Borg cube.

I wanted more.

“Zeus won’t let you stay,” Odin said, as if reading my mind.

Thor set his chin on Odin’s arm.

“That looks comfortable,” I said sarcastically.

Odin turned his head and glanced up at Thor. Something passed between the two men, I didn’t know what. I suppose we weren’t connected in everything.

The sheep farm seemed so far away.

So my bank robbers would eject me, I thought with a pang of sadness, but I wouldn’t stay in Baylortown. This, too, I thought with a pang of sadness, but I was suffocating there. These guys had shown me that. That was their gift to me.

I would dedicate my life to helping the farm, but it wouldn’t be by my presence. Maybe I could use my share of the loot to start an adventure outfit of some kind after college. My bungee jumping school plan. It didn’t feel as exciting as it used to. Bungee jumping seemed downright pathetic when compared to grand larceny and group sex.

I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. I had dim memories of Thor having spent the night there with me, Odin maybe part of it.

I got into the shower and let the hot water pound on my skin, thinking about my sisters. What was going on? Surely they’d know from my Paris Hilton message that I was okay.

I put on my bathrobe, wondering if Thor and Odin would want to have sex right away. And our bargain was that I’d say yes. It made me feel instantly horny, in a prostitute-fantasy way. I slipped out the door; masculine murmurs and the aroma of coffee came from the direction of the main room. The murmurs sounded more and more like arguing as I neared. Something about somebody being unreasonable.

The talking stopped when I walked in.

“Good morning, comrades,” I said.

Zeus eyed me with his usual cool distance, motorcycle boot-clad feet up on the table. His black jeans were faded to gray, and his green military-issue sweater that had frayed around the wrists. All in all he looked like a dangerous mercenary on mercenary casual day, contrasting wildly with the fine china and linens on the table.

Thor wore a dark blue, long-sleeved T-shirt and also jeans and boots. He’d added a baseball cap.

“She walks, she talks,” Odin said from the couch, hunched over the coffee table strewn with hardware of some sort, rubbing a black piece of metal with a cloth. It took me while of staring to get that those were gun parts set out on the cloth in front of him—parts from little guns, parts from big guns. Deadly black hardware. I averted my eyes in shock from all the dangerous and probably illegal firepower. But,
hello
, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before…
while they were robbing a bank and taking me hostage.

“We saved you a seat.” Thor shoved a chair out with his foot. Then he poured coffee into the one empty cup on the table.

It touched me that they’d set a place for me.

Enjoy it while you can,
I thought.

“You and your sheep farm and your sisters are all over TV,” Zeus grumbled.

“Really? Like what? How do they seem?”

“We should’ve dumped you if we’d known what was good for us,” he said, ignoring my questions.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I said. “And I’ll do anything to help you. I want this to come out good for all of us.”

Zeus scowled.

But they were good for their promises, these guys. Maybe they had a fucked-up code by some standards. Okay, most standards. But hey, they had a code.

Zeus eyed me as I sat. “Get the laptop, Thor.”

“Let her have some coffee first,” Thor said. “Cream?”

“Oh, yes please. And sugar, thanks.”

Thor smiled wickedly, pushing the little china vessels across the table to me. “Cream and sugar it is, then.”

Leave it to Thor to make even that exchange sound dirty. I fixed up my coffee and sipped, coming to life as the caffeine infused my brain.

Thor pulled a laptop out of a black case and set it up on the table in front of me. “You can’t freak out,” he said.

“I won’t,” I said.

Thor navigated to a northern Wisconsin news station. I could feel Zeus watching me as the video started to play. The conference started with the Baylortown police answering questions. The time stamp said eight p.m. last night, central time. So after I’d ordered the quilt. Around the time I was cavorting in a hot tub with my two bandits.

Some police chief I’d never heard of was heading the investigation. They
had no leads at this time
.

“Because we’re
fucking-g awesome
,” Odin said from the couch.

They were
pursuing several avenues that could yield promise
. No, they couldn’t comment further.

“Code for not a
fucking-g
clue,” Odin added. “Nobody catches us.”

And then my three sisters filed up to the microphone, bright red hair, pale skin. Candy, who’d just graduated high school, and my youngest sister, fifteen-year-old Kaitlin, were crying.

“Bring Melinda home, she’s done nothing to you!” Kaitlin wailed.

Vanessa, the oldest of my younger sisters, took the microphone then. “We ask that you bring Melinda back to us. We lost our parents and she’s all we have. All the money in the world can’t make up for our sister.” She changed her demeanor, stared into the camera. “Melinda, we’re not going to give up on you. You’ve done everything for us. We’re going to get you home. We’ll make everything right. We need you and miss you.”

Candy had the microphone. Sobbing. “Bring our sister home, please.”

My heart lurched and my eyes misted.

I pressed my hand to mouth, willing myself not to cry. Had they not gotten the Paris Hilton message? Did they not understand that I was okay? I wished I could reassure them and let them know I was happy. Did they not see that part of the message about the happy home?

Then there were questions for some other official. Zeus shut the laptop. “The rest is bullshit. What do you say?”

I took a deep breath. “Shit.”

Zeus said, “You can go back, you know. It’s been two days. This is plausible.”

“I’m aware of that.”

Zeus crossed his arms. “Anything pop out?”

“Like what?”

“You know your sisters. You see something we didn’t?”

“I can’t tell if they understood the message. You know, with the quilt order. The orders feed into email and Vanessa would’ve checked. Candy and Kaitlin seemed so upset, though. But, assuming Vanessa got the message and understood, she wouldn’t have told Candy or Kaitlin.” I pondered. “Vanessa said that one thing— ‘all the money in the world can’t make up for our sister.’ It could mean she’s sorry I had to take the bank job, or else it could mean she knows I slid them that Paris Hilton comforter order and she still wants me to come back.”

“It’s pretty clear they need you home,” Zeus said.

“They
need
me, yes,” I said. “But they don’t
need me home
. They’re better off with me out here. I think we’ve established that.”

“The fuck we’ve established that,” Zeus said.

Thor shot him a look. “You gonna stop riding her on this anytime soon?”