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“Testing.”
“All clear, . You’re ready. Be safe in there, in and out as quickly as possible.” I should be afraid of what I’m about to do, but Tony’s words distract me and I blush instead, remembering the similar words he used earlier before he had me bent over a dresser. Hopefully, it’s not too noticeable.
“Good afternoon, ma’am. Do you have an appointment?” The guard asks as I roll up to the security gate.
Giving him my most innocent grin, I answer politely, putting on a slight southern drawl. “No sir, my name is Darcy. I’m here for an impromptu OSHA inspection.” I drop my voice, looking at him knowingly. “I’m pretty sure Mr. Adley is expecting me, though.”
It surprised us to find OSHA inspections in the files, but quickly realized that they were falsified. BioCere clearly has people in every facet of the government. It looked as though they were going to be due for their next inspection soon, and although I highly doubt an Occupational Safety and Health Administration worker has ever stepped foot in the building, I saw an opening to get in.
“One moment, ma’am,” the security guard says, using his radio to check in. I keep my face relaxed and try to coax my heartbeat to calm so I can breathe normally. Tony will make sure they let me in and don’t ask questions.
“All clear,” comes Tony’s voice through the tiny earpiece. We’re testing out as many of the methods that Six and the guys will use when they come through here tomorrow night. Getting in and out through security is crucial.
“Alright ma’am, you’re clear to enter. Park on the right side in the visitor’s section and they’ll check you in at the front desk.” He gestures me through the rising gates with a friendly smile.
“Thank you so much, Randy,” I say, checking out the name on his badge. I wonder if all the employees know what goes on here. At least the people working the perimeter might not know, possibly.
Parking in the very back of the designated visitor spots, I shut off the car. There’s an extra key fob sitting on the center console. I open the backdoor to retrieve my bag, unlocking and opening the seats for trunk access. Quinn pushes up on the panel that he’s hidden under in the trunk, winking at me to let me know he’s good. Closing the door, I walk away without looking back, in case anyone is watching. Thanks to Tony, I don’t have to worry about security cameras.
As if on cue, a security camera moves, following me as I walk through the front doors. This place looks like trash on the outside, but everything inside is obviously state-of-the art.
“Ms. Darcy, welcome.” A woman in a white coat meets me in the reception ahead, allowing me to bypass the metal detectors. This is good and bad, because I definitely have some heavy hardware on me, but also we wanted to test if Tony could control the detection.
“Hi, Dr. Jacobs I presume?” I did my research before coming here, and I hoped that my timing would be right to catch her. She doesn’t seem as sharp as the other employees and has made some dumb mistakes in the past, according to her file.
“That’s me,” she says, shaking my hand. “I’ll be honest with you. We weren’t expecting your visit today.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be an impromptu inspection if it were planned, but don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’ve worked with Mr. Adley before.” I give her a conspiratorial wink. Her shoulders drop, clearly thankful that she’s not going to have any trouble.
She gestures towards a set of thick metal double doors, and I follow her through them into the main building. We walk through a labyrinth of sterile hallways, flanked by rooms with frosted glass walls and doorways. Maybe it’s my imagination after watching the horrific videos of Bennet being tortured, but I think I hear the crackle of electricity and a grunt of pain as we walk by one room. Walking past another, I think I hear the distinctive sound of a flat-lining heart monitor. Some people in scrubs and white coats rush past us, discussing if they should induce or try another plasma treatment.
We walk into an empty lab and she stands against the doorway, clearly expecting me to do my inspection.
Covering for myself, I give her a gentle smile and raise my brow. “Dr. Jacobs, we both know I don’t need to see any of this. I just need a few quick signatures from Mr. Adley.”
“Oh,” she says, blushing at her perceived blunder. “Well, Mr. Adley is away currently, you just missed him.”
“What about his receptionist? What was their name…” I pretend to look in my file. I know he doesn’t actually have a personal receptionist on site, just an office administrator for the lab itself, but I need to get back to his office.
“You’re probably thinking of Greg. Follow me. I’ll take you back to the admin offices.” She seems relaxed, probably glad that I’m not asking to poke around in any of these sketchy labs.
Following her out, I place a small device on the underside of the lab table, set in the middle of the room. I keep having flashes of the terrible things I saw done to Bennet’s girlfriend, and Bennet himself, and I wonder which labs they happened in as I walk by each one.
“Do you mind?” I say, stopping Dr. Jacobs when we’re about halfway through the building, according to my memory of the layout.
Not waiting for her to answer or give me permission, I duck inside another lab where a patient is resting. My pretend curiosity morphs into concern. The patient, a pretty woman with pale skin, her blonde hair shaved close to the scalp, lays there with more electrodes and wires coming out of her than I can count. There are monitors everywhere, all kinds of data that I honestly don’t understand.
“She’s terminal, completely braindead,” Dr. Jacobs says softly beside me. “She came here to save her baby. We’re doing everything we can.”
Something about the tone of Dr. Jacobs' voice feels like a weight in the bottom of my stomach. I consider Six and all she went through at the hands of these monsters. I don’t believe her.
Staring at the rounded belly beneath the crisp, white sheets, I hesitate before placing my device on the back of one of the monitors where it won’t be suspicious. Making a mental note of where to find the patient so they can get her out as well, I can’t ignore the sickening worry that this might be the hitch that ruins my carefully made plans.
“How many other patients do you have on-site?” I ask, trying to keep my suspicions out of my voice.
“Just one other,” she says. “He’ll be leaving soon, though.”
My stomach rolls, worried about what that may mean. I don’t want to give her any reason to question me, so I follow her through the rest of the building. My heart drops when we turn left instead of right, moving away from Adley’s actual office.
Greg, a younger man with his hair dyed fashionably silver, stands as Dr. Jacobs introduces me. When Dr. Jacobs goes to leave, I beckon her back.
“Actually, Dr. Jacobs, I could use your signature too.” Pulling a tablet from my bag, I open up a legitimate-looking OSHA form that we pre-filled to fit the BioCere, Inc. warehouse lab. “As you can see, everything should be in order as usual. I apologize we had to be here in person this time, but there have been some audits.” I hand them the tablet, then politely excuse myself for a moment to use the restroom I noticed down the hall.
I head straight to Adley’s office, expecting that I’ll only have a couple of minutes before they finish signing the paperwork or question my disappearance. Pulling a hacked keycard from my front pocket, I slip into the office. I do a quick once over of the office, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.
There it is. I find the door to the server room. I’m just about to open it, but Tony’s voice crackles through my earpiece, making me jump. “No time, . They’re already finished signing and are coming down the hallway. Get back out there, now.”
Shit. Dammit!
I place another device on the inside of a bookshelf before letting myself out of the office and hurrying down the hall, slowing and smiling pleasantly when Greg and Dr. Jacobs come around the corner.
“Sorry about that. It was a long drive. Are we all good, then?”
They hand me the tablet back and shake my hand, making small talk as they escort me out of the building. My eyes catch Quinn ducking down in the backseat. He doesn’t bother climbing back into the trunk, covering himself with a blanket until we’re past the gate and clear.
He climbs over the center console into the passenger seat, grinning widely. “Well, that was uneventful. And here I thought I was going to get to blow something up."
My lips curve up in something between a smile and a snarl, and I grip the steering wheel tighter.
“Not yet.”
***
The moment Quinn and I walk through the door, Tony tackles us both. He pulls me to him and hugs me tightly against his body.
“I don’t know how any of those guys are going to bear having each other in that building tomorrow, especially having Six there, knowing what they’ve done to her in the past. It’d be too much for me, I think.”
“Whoa, dude. Calm down, we made it through with not one blip on the radar.”
“Well, not quite,” I tell them, checking my email. I have software set up to clone the texts and emails Mr. Adley gets. “He knows that we were there. He just doesn’t know we weren’t legit yet. I’m sure it won’t take him too long to figure it out. Hopefully, it’ll be long enough for Six and the guys to get Bennet out.”
He lets out a shuttered breath, grunts like a damn caveman, and then picks me up. Quinn follows behind us with a wicked smirk on his face.
“I’m not always good at words,” Tony says, throwing me down on the bed so hard I bounce. “So the two of you are just going to let me show you what you both mean to me.”
That’s… oddly sweet and also incredibly arousing.
“Strip, both of you. Now,” he demands, in a quiet but firm voice.
My nipples pebble and my panties grow wet instantly. Bossy, dominant Tony is going to ruin my pussy today, I just know it. I’m still sore from earlier, but it was a hell of a way to make up after an argument. The gleam in his eye tells me this might be worse.
We all tear off our clothes in record time. The anticipation of what he’s going to do next has me wound up.
First, he takes two long strides to Quinn, crashing his mouth against his. I watch with rapt attention as the kiss wavers between passionate and violent. Tony wraps his hand around Quinn’s cock, slowly stroking him.
“Get this ready for me,” he says in a low voice. Did I mishear him just now? Or is Tony going to?
I can’t even finish my thought before Tony is on me, his mouth devouring mine as he pushes me back on the bed. He parts my legs with his knee, barely settling between my thighs before thrusting in to the hilt.
I cry out, still sore from earlier. The pain of the stretch sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
“Fuuuck. Fuck. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Are you okay?” Tony asks, breathless. Whimpering, I nod, my arms locked around his body.
He doesn’t move for a few moments, holding himself flush against my body, licking and nipping at my neck and shoulders.
Quinn settles on the bed next to us, scraping his teeth down my neck as he strokes himself with lube. He leans up and kisses Tony again, and the sight of their tongues twisting together makes me throb until I’m squirming, begging Tony for friction. Slowly, he moves, thrusting languidly. Fuck, he feels so good.
Beside us, Quinn moves back and forth, kissing each of us, rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. His hands caress down my legs, over Tony’s ass, and down. Tony grunts and jerks against me. I figure out why when I feel Quinn’s fingers playing at the juncture of my thighs, where Tony’s cock is moving in and out of my stretched pussy. His fingers tease my ass.
“Quinn,” I whine.
“You can’t tell me you’re not getting enough cock, Mouse. I can see how our Bunny’s fat cock is stretching you,” he taunts.
With one arm snaked around my waist, Tony lifts me and pivots our bodies until I am straddling him. The new angle gives me control, my body taking him deeper as I roll my hips.
Quinn’s hand trails down my back and around the outside of my hip. My body tightens as he reaches beneath me and between my legs, touching the sides of my entrance, squeezing where Tony’s cock is slowly moving in and out of me. Both Tony and I moan.
Quinn’s fingers spread the slick evidence of my arousal up my crack, pressing against my ass.
“I don’t think you’re ready to take me here yet, but we’ll work you up to it,” he says, breaching the hole with just the tip of a finger.
I cry out, the added pressure increasing the tension in my body. Like the last cable holding up a suspension bridge, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when I snap.
Quinn pushes his finger in farther, and I clench. Tony groans.
“Fuck. She liked that.”
Quinn hums, “Oh, does she now? Do you like being stuffed by us, Mouse?”
I whimper, my eyes rolling at the sensation of so much movement inside me. “More,” I choke out.
Tony’s hips thrust into me from beneath, his hips snapping and slapping into me a little more sharply. It hits a spot inside me that makes me cry out.
I’m going to die and it’ll be totally worth it.
I feel liquid pour down my ass crack before Quinn adds a second finger, moving them inside me, stretching me. I don’t think I expected to like this as much as I do, but the added pressure and Tony’s cock hitting that spot have me mewling and begging.
“Oh fuck, please. Please, please…”
Tony looks at Quinn over my shoulder, almost like he’s looking for guidance. Sweat streams down his face, his concentration intense as he pistons inside me. At this point I’m just here for the ride, bouncing on Tony’s cock while Quinn’s fingers massage inside me.
“What are we begging for, little Mouse? You can’t possibly want more fingers stuffed inside your ass.” He thrusts his fingers inside, scissoring his fingers and driving me crazy.
“Just fucking do it, please Quinn.” I’m writhing on top of Tony, attempting to buck my hips and chase whatever this feeling is, but my legs won’t cooperate. They might not even be functional at this point.
Quinn chuckles low against the back of my neck.
My pussy clenches and Tony groans. “God fucking damnit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to come.” He looks up at Quinn with a helpless expression, slowing his thrusts again and panting.
“You want my cock in this tight little ass, Mouse?”
I whimper, his words almost enough to tip me over the edge.
“Say it, Mouse. Tell Tony how you want both of our big dicks inside you.”
Tony’s eyes dilate and fixate on my mouth, waiting for the words that I’m not sure I can choke out. I can hardly breathe and the words are so… dirty.
“I’ll stop if you don’t,” Quinn whispers, warning me. I’m not even sure if he’d follow through. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him be so serious though, and I desperately want them both inside me.
Swallowing, my gaze locks with Tony’s. My voice comes out hoarse, cracking, but I force out the words. “Please, for the love of god, I want… I need you both inside me. I want you to fill me up, to pin me like you’re fucking each other with my body between you.”
“Well, shit,” Quinn mutters, removing his fingers.
Tony holds me steady as Quinn rubs his cock in the increasing wetness between my legs. His tip settles against my ass, teasing the tight hole, just barely breaching my entrance.
My eyes screw shut, breathing through the pressure as Quinn slowly pushes inside me. He’s nowhere near as thick as Tony, but long. So long that by the time my ass is flush with his lap, I would swear I can feel him in my throat.
It hurts. The stretch burns and the pressure deep in my stomach is intense. I breathe through my nose, willing my body to relax.
Tony’s fingers roll over my clit, sparks of pleasure helping take the edge off the pain. I start to pant again, the pain mixed with pleasure, sending gooseflesh over my entire body. Tony starts to move, rolling his hips in a painfully slow rhythm.
Holy. Fuck.
I am filled to the brim. Overfilled.
“I can feel you,” Tony says to Quinn, gritting his teeth.
“I can feel you too,” Quinn chokes out, moaning as he rolls his hips. My body clenches harder, the knowledge that they can feel each other inside me driving me to new heights. “I knew you were tight, Mouse, but shit.”
No one tries to say another word as we attempt to move in a jumble of limbs. My body doesn’t know where to move or what to do, and I just have to let go and trust the two of them to take care of me. Which is… mind-blowing.
Tony increases his thrusts from beneath us, pistoning his hips. As Tony drives into me, Quinn rolls his hips. The conflicting speeds and pressures are overstimulating and drive me up a cliff that I’m honestly afraid to fall off of.
I’m afraid this will be the orgasm that breaks my spine. It builds and builds, and for a moment I’m not sure if I’ll ever reach it. Quinn reaches around me and pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers.
When it hits me, a strangled cry wrenches from my spent body. It feels like my body is in a state of freefall. Every muscle clenches and spasms. The unbelievable fullness of both of them inside me is intense. Black spots mar my vision as the blood leaves my brain.
Quinn’s arm tightens around me, moaning a string of curses as the pulsing of my body forces his climax. Tony’s thrusts become jerky as they both spill inside me, filling me up.
My body collapses, and the three of us lay there, tangled and spent. Eventually, Tony dislodges himself from the pile and goes to the bathroom. I hear water running, and then Tony returns, lifting me from the center of the bed.
Quinn follows behind us after pulling the sheets off the bed. Tony lowers me into a large bathtub. I don’t think it’s really meant for three people, but we make it work. I sit with my back against Tony, his legs on either side of me. Quinn is on the opposite side, both my legs and Tony’s around his sides.
We stay in there, just talking and discussing plans for tomorrow as if none of this is a big deal until we’re all pruned and the water is cold.
That night, as we climb into bed together, it occurs to me what Tony was showing us.
He loves us.
And I’m pretty sure we love him too.
I do, at least. I love them both.