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Darcy wasn’t entirely surprised to look up and see Daniel move into her doorway. Even without hearing his approach, it would have been odd if he didn’t turn up again after what happened. He stopped in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame. “You didn’t know that man who came in asking for you, did you?”
“No.” She studied him for a moment. The concern on his face matched the worry in his tone. “Why?”
Daniel paused, his eyes dropping to the desk. After a moment, he lifted his gaze back to hers. “He said he was sent here to kill you.”
A chill chased down her spine, but she fought not to react. She’d heard some weird shit in her day, and this wouldn’t exactly be the first time. At the same time… “Yeah? He just volunteered that ‘cause he was such a nice guy?”
His gaze dropped from hers. He busied himself stepping inside and closing the door behind him, the task seeming to take longer than normal. “The guys had to interrogate him.” His reluctance to meet her eyes was probably because he knew how she felt about it.
She pressed her lips together. “Come on, Daniel. There’s a reason that’s not legal in my time. You beat on someone enough, you can get them to confess to anything.” She made sure not to yell, but she didn’t have to keep her voice down too much. The office was pretty sound-proof. Something about super classified information often discussed within. She wasn’t sure this counted, but it would probably get super classified in a few minutes.
“I don’t know.” He set his free hand on his hip and his gaze came back to hers. He looked even more worried, if such a thing was possible. “He had an odd vial. The lab’s got it now, but I’d be really surprised if it came back harmless.”
Another chill chased down Darcy’s spine. She shook her head. “No. He was probably carrying around baking soda or something. Or honestly a little blow. I know you all have cocaine floating around the world.”
She’d barely finished speaking when a sudden muffled pop made her shriek. Even as her hand flew to her mouth, eyes darting around the room as she dropped to a crouch, she reached for a gun that wasn’t there. It had been a bit since she’d been in war-torn Europe, but those reflexes were hard to shake.
Daniel’s gun practically appeared in his hand, eyes scanning the room. After a few seconds, it became obvious nothing else was happening.
Darcy took a deep breath, her shoulders easing away from her ears. She pushed herself to her feet, stretching out her hamstrings. “Fuck! We need to put up one of those no fireworks near vets signs.” Although the idea that she could consider herself an Army veteran was still so weird .
Daniel moved further into her office, his gaze still darting this way and that to find the source of the noise. It hadn’t been a bullet, but something had happened. And someone was supposedly trying to kill her? They needed to find it. “That happened in here.”
“So what’s the plan?” Darcy’s narrowed as she scanned the room where the wall met the floor. “Put me in a basement again? Because I’m pretty sure you know exactly what my answer is going to be.”
“Darcy…” There was a weight in the way he said her name. He turned and paced a few steps away. His head moved like he was looking at the doorframe, but Darcy wasn’t stupid enough to believe he was paying any attention to it.
Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. It was almost a physical presence weighing her down. Darcy took off the neat cardigan she’d worn to work and slung it over her desk. It was a little concerning that neither of them had found anything yet.
Despite shedding a layer, it grew even warmer. Once they were done with this, Darcy was going to have a word with the maintenance crew. It was getting almost unbearable. Or was it just her? She was suddenly very aware of the other person in the room with her. His shoulders were stiff under his suit jacket, but it wasn’t long before he shifted, tugging at his collar. Nope. Not just her.
“Darcy,” Daniel said again, quieter, his voice almost husky. He turned toward her, eyes wide and dark. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” The words tumbled out before she had much of a chance to think about them. But she did. She missed that little half-smile, or the way they’d hold each other and just finally relax at the end of the day.
Or the way his hands slid up over her thighs. He had nice hands with strong fingers that felt so good as they pushed up…
She looked away with a jolt. That wasn’t work appropriate. “We should get maintenance in here.” Talking business would help distract her from thinking about the way his fingers moved inside her…
“Forensics.” He took a step toward her before stopping. “This has to be related to your visitor from earlier.”
He was right. She knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier. She braced a hand on his arm. “You can’t trust a testimony given under duress. Those guys out there might not like me, but the idea that someone breached their inner sanctum? That’s got to be a big problem. I’m sure they beat the shit out of him, and probably only stopped when he told them something they wanted to hear.”
The way his gaze dropped indicated he’d thought of that. “I can’t lose you. Not like that. There’s…” He abruptly cut himself off, lips pressed between his teeth like he had to physically stop himself from continuing.
“There’s what?” Her hand slid up to his shoulder. Damn, he had nice arms. Even through the thick suit jacket, there was no mistaking the hard muscle underneath.
“Darcy.” Dark eyes swung up to meet hers once again, the desire there reflecting her own. He lightly grasped her chin, tilting her face up.
Darcy rose up on her toes, her mouth seeking his. It started out gentle, almost tentative. It was almost like the very first kiss they’d ever shared.
And then, just like after that first kiss, his lips conquered hers, his tongue stealing into her mouth. His arm came around her shoulder, holding her against him.
It was so easy to melt against him, comfortingly familiar. She had missed him. She’d missed this, the way he groaned when she sucked on his tongue. She found the button at the front of his suit jacket, pulling it open so she could slide her hands across his waist.
“Darcy,” Daniel mumbled as he pulled his mouth away from hers. “I can’t care what you did in the war.” His lips slid back along her jaw. “I-”
She tilted her head back, humming softly as he nuzzled into the sensitive hollow behind her ear. “Stop talking.” She wanted to hear that, wanted to hear what he had to say, but it was somehow secondary to the way he nipped at her skin as he pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt.
Once he’d pulled it free, he dropped his arms to let her push his suit jacket off. His fingers brushed hers as they pulled at the buttons of his shirt, tangling together in their urgency.
The door opened. “That-” Steve. The word died in his throat as he presumably saw them. The door quickly closed, but by the sudden intensity in the room, he was still there.
Unlike the last time she’d been in such a position, this felt okay. This felt right , that she could practically feel Steve’s eyes boring into her as she pushed up Daniel’s undershirt so she could slide her fingers up his chest.
She wasn’t the only one who thought so. When Steve’s large hand settled in the small of her back, there wasn’t even the slightest hint of animosity between the two men. And when Steve finished opening her shirt and pulling it off her shoulders, they each set a hand on the side of her bare waist.
The heat of Steve’s mouth closed over her shoulder even as Daniel worked his way down the side of her neck. “I locked the door.” His lips skimmed over her skin as he spoke, punctuating his sentence with the hot slide of his tongue.
She probably should’ve cared, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Every nerve ending was on fire as she stood between them, their touch electric. Warmth tingled through her as they teased along her neck and shoulders. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, clinging tightly to the hard lines of Daniel’s upper arms so she didn’t float away.
It was Steve who found the zipper on the side of her skirt. When it slid down her legs to pool at her feet, his touch pushed into her pantyhose, under the waist of her panties to the heat between her legs. “Fuck,” he breathed as his fingers slid easily in the slickness of her arousal.
“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” Darcy shifted her legs apart. Her bra vanished, discarded by a flick of deft fingers. She arched into Daniel as he tweaked her nipple, almost tugging her toward him. “Oh,” was a soft cry as Steve pushed his finger partway into her soaked pussy.
“I couldn’t do that to you.” Daniel’s quiet words punctuated by a sudden pinch that effortlessly distracted her.
Not that it was hard. Her breath caught, and whatever she’d been going to say just slipped away as though falling through his fingers.
But Steve wasn’t going to let it go. “Darcy loves this.” He didn’t have a lot of room to work with, but he punctuated his words with a sharp thrust. “Loves being caught up between two people. Don’t you?”
The quiet authority in his voice demanded a response. Darcy gasped. “Please!” It wasn’t like he was wrong, especially when Daniel grasped the waist of her pantyhose and pulled them down. She couldn’t really step out of them, not with her skirt and shoes in the way. She spread her legs as much as she could.
Daniel paused, then groaned as he lowered his head to draw her taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue lashing over the tip. It was almost like he couldn’t control himself.
Darcy knew the feeling. She couldn’t stop as she arched into him, electric sensation pinging through her. She needed more, she needed him, needed them both to never stop.
Steve slipped his digit free. He slid back along her heated flesh until he got to her eager nub. His quick circles jolted through her, making her grab for his arm.
It was too much. She couldn’t keep still, getting lost in sensation. The intensity was unending. They played her body, the heat from their mouths and the rasp of their fingers setting her nerve endings on fire.
Pleasure coiled into need, pulling tight deep inside her. She fumbled for the front of Daniel’s trousers and the heavy promise that lay just underneath. The loops on his belt seemed too small for the flattened end of the prong to fit through, but it only slowed her down a little before she yanked it open.
“That’s it, Darce. Bend forward.” Steve’s touch slipped away, drawing a noise of protest. But he gripped her hips, almost bracing her. He was rock hard - she’d felt the ridge of cock when she’d bumped against him. The promise of it made her sway toward him.
It was that exact moment she worked Daniel’s shorts down over his hips to let his hard shaft fall into her hand. She wanted that. Not really in her mouth, but if she bent forward, she’d be completely exposed to Steve. Not to mention Daniel looked like he needed this just as much as she did. She bent forward, running her tongue around the smooth head before pulling him into her mouth.
“Oh, shit!” Daniel’s fingers pushed through her hair, cradling her head tenderly. “Darcy-”
The word bit off when she eased away before drawing him deep inside once again. She held his hips for balance as she surged into him again and again, relishing in the glide of the smooth skin along her tongue.
Steve thrust his fingers into her again. More than one that time, so sharply she couldn’t help a noise of protest, the hum feathering out along Daniel’s cock.
Darcy clenched around him, the stretch intensifying the pleasure of the drive of his fingers. She rocked between them, sucking Daniel in deep as Steve pushed into her. “Mmm,” she breathed, her eyes squeezing shut. More .
It was almost like he’d heard her. His fingers abruptly slipped free, but instead of being immediately replaced by something else, they trailed up to her tight rear entrance. He teased and toyed at the sensitive entrance, sensation tingling though her. But only for a moment before his thick digits drove deep inside.
She cried out at the stretch. It was enough to sting, but she couldn’t get enough. Pleasure and pain twined together as he eased back before filling her again.
“Ahh,” Daniel hissed, his fingertips pressing into the sides of her head. “Do that again, Steve.”
“Yeah?” Steve seemed all too happy to comply. He fucked her hard, his knuckles slapping audibly against her ass.
She was so lost in the motion that she hardly noticed Steve had moved behind her until the thick head of his cock nudged against her soaked pussy. She keened as he pushed inside, squeezing his wide shaft. Pleasure cascaded along her center as he rocked into her, his rhythm almost punishing. She cried out when he abruptly slipped completely out of her. She felt empty, hollow as she clenched around nothing.
“You ready for this?” Steve asked, his voice a low demand. He didn’t give her time to answer before lining himself up and driving his cock deep into her ass.
Darcy’s yell was muffled by the hard shaft filled her mouth. Steve had absolutely been right. She loved being filled like this, her body alight with intensity. It didn’t even feel good yet, the fresh stretch edged with pain. And yet, she pushed back against him, craving more.
It was only a few thrusts before Steve’s hand caught under her breasts. It wasn’t the first time they’d done that, but he’d never pulled her up against him before. The motion made her feel impossibly tighter around him, a cry slipping out fully as Daniel’s cock fell from her mouth.
“What?” The hurt in Daniel’s eyes was evident even behind the glaze of pleasure coating her vision.
“There’s room for one more.” Steve let his other hand drape down her body, fingers pressing up into her again as if to demonstrate.
Even that was too much, and she clamped down on him as pleasure spiked through her. She didn’t know if she could do this. Steve wasn’t a small dude on his own; she already felt impossibly full. “Steve-”
Steve bit down on the upper curve of her ear. “You want this, Darce?” It was almost a dare, his breath tickling along her skin.
She couldn’t look away from the intensity in Daniel’s eyes. The need etched in the way he held himself matched her own. “Yes.” She reached for him, her pussy clenching around nothing until it ached.
“Darcy…” Daniel took a step toward her toward stopping. “Are you sure?” He was so stiff, like he was purposely keeping himself from her.
The heat of Steve’s tongue along her ear sent a shiver of pleasure through her. “Darcy?” he echoed, but it was a dark promise of exactly what was to come if Daniel joined them.
“Daniel, if you don’t get over here..” That was all she could get out.
Daniel understood, though; quickly crossing the room. He stood in front of her, fingers pushing through her hair to cup her head even as he lined himself up.
Steve lifted her against his chest. Not far, just enough to make it easier for the head of Daniel’s cock to nudge against her slick opening.
“What-” Darcy cut off in a cry when Daniel thrust deep inside her. She’d been right - it was too much, so full it was painful. “Oh!” And yet the thought of stopping either one of them wasn’t even a consideration. She needed them both inside her, their bodies pressing against her as they held her between them.
Daniel shuddered as his head dropped to her shoulder. “I can’t stop.” Even as he spoke, he was already drawing back, rocking until he pulled almost all the way free. Before Darcy could even take a breath, he drove back into her.
“God, Darce,” Steve breathed. “I see why this is so popular.” He’d kept mostly still when Daniel had thrust into her pussy, but now he rolled his hips. He picked up a quick rhythm right away, the dance along her sensitive entrance unending.
She bucked between them, so high on sensation she couldn’t keep still. It was somehow more than any other time she’d done this. More pressure, more intensity, more feelings…
The last thought sobered her for a moment. “Feelings.” There were feelings, beyond the white-hot pleasure licking through her. No, there was an attachment there had never been before.
Daniel and Steve thrust into her at exactly the same time, and all thoughts were pushed out by the sensation rolling through her. Not only was she impossibly full, every movement nudging along her G-spot, but her clit bumped into Daniel’s pubic bone every time any of them moved.
The world fell away until nothing existed but pleasure, her body poised on the razor edge of need. Her body ached with it, and yet even as the heat inside her burned impossibly brighter, relief was always just out of reach.
Their movements grew rough, pulling her where they needed as they thrust into her harder and harder. They kept different rhythms, and every time both of them pushed deep inside her at the same time, a fresh cry slipped from her throat.
It was never going to end. Darcy was going to die of need, always just one last stroke away from ecstasy. She grabbed at them, urging them on. Her nails bit into skin, but that only seemed to make them drive in harder.
At last there was a too-familiar sting. Ecstasy rushed through her in a wave, pulling a scream from her throat. She was so gone that she was barely aware of them pulsing with release even as she clenched around them.
It took a minute for her head to clear. Darcy took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “If I see Howard Stark in this room when I open my eyes…” It was hard to sound menacing with how utterly done she felt, but she did her best.
“Now, Darcy,” came in the one voice she desperately didn’t want to hear. “This isn’t the same thing.”
“Oh trust me,” Daniel said a touch bitterly. “It sure feels the same.” He disentangled himself from them and turned away.
“As soon as I can walk again, I’m going to taze you. I don’t have a taser, but I’m pretty sure I could find a cattle prod without too much trouble.” Darcy knew people. One of them had to know someone who knew a farmer. With Daniel no longer right in front of her, she was able to see Howard standing by the desk, putting something into a case.
Steve set her gently on her feet. She was glad he kept one hand on her abdomen, holding her against him for balance. Her clothes were still caught around her ankles. “What’s going on?” His tone held an edge, and a glance up showed a hard stare aimed in Howard’s direction.
“Not the same at all.” Howard closed the small case with a flourish before turning to them, a smile on his face. A smug smile, if Darcy really wanted to look at him. Which she didn’t. “Your lab called me. This particular particulate only enhances your emotions, so for me to walk in on what I walked in on…” He gave them a very pointed look. “I’ll be in the lab. You know…” His eyes lingered on Darcy before he gave a rueful shake of his head.
Steve waited until the door closed behind Howard before his hand came to rest on Darcy’s hip. “Are we talking about this?”