[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, HEA]
Aurelia has moved into Niall's apartment, as has Mas, the two men choosing to accept each other so they can share the woman they both want. Aurelia plans Trevellyan, Merrick, Vaughan, and Evelyn's commitment ceremony, and finds she has a talent for such things.
Mas and Niall continue to love Aurelia, giving her more orgasms than she's ever dreamed of, and planning fun outings where the three of them truly bond as a unit. Aurelia continues looking for a job, and all three of them are still trying to get a lead on where the other call centers may be, to free the workers as they freed Aurelia.
Meanwhile the sex just gets hotter.
But will Aurelia ever find a real job? And can the demons running the call centers be stopped?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 NYMPHS: "Niall, Mas and Aurelia have become a threesome after her rescue from the call center where she had been held. The three continue to work with law enforcement to find the other call centers, like the one she had been rescued from. Freed is the second book in the Freedom be Damned series and continues the story about the scam in the first book. In addition, Aurelia is still trying to find a job and I had to laugh at one of the scenes about a game she played with herself that had her two men thinking about how she could turn it into a paycheck. The relationship between the three is hot and I liked the way the author showed how the two men came to realize that the other was going to part of the ‘package’ if they wanted to keep a relationship with Aurelia. I did have to laugh at how they seemed to read each other when it came to certain things. Another thing the author did that I liked was the way she showed how a few things that you might do could be used to create a career or business. The evolution Aurelia went through was fascinating to watch. I enjoyed the way she finally discovered her niche." -- Amazon Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
She let them get well ahead of her, wanting to take everything at her own speed and do it her way. She was looking forward to the challenge of this track, but realistically, she was probably going to fall off her bike sooner or later. Hopefully onto something relatively soft, like grass, and not into a big puddle of water.
When Niall’s and Mas’s dust died down, she climbed back on her bike, patted it, and said, “Okay. Let’s go.”
Until she’d actually done it, she would never have understood how exhilarating it was, sailing down the hillside on the back of a mountain bike, her long hair flying out behind her, hands gripping the handlebars, tears in her eyes, as she squinted hard to see and adjust to the twists and turns in the track.
It was a constant test of her skills to slow enough to take the bends properly without risking overturning, but not to slow so much she spoiled the effect of the race and destroyed the challenge inherent in staying on board the bike.
She had her bike lined up exactly right for the first few crests, lifting off airborne, launching herself through the air then landing smoothly on the track without missing a beat. But then it became harder, the dips hidden behind bends in the track, and a deep ditch that seemed to come at her out of nowhere. Each time she managed to negotiate the slalom and keep her momentum going.
Until she was airborne over one crest and realized that this time she was out of luck. She was going to land well short of the end of a long, muddy puddle. But the edge of the trail was drier. Maybe…She angled her bike slightly to the side, leaning forward, hoping for an extra few feet of air before she hit the track.
Her wheels came down harder than she expected, the back wheel still in the mud but the front one clear. Pedaling madly and holding the handlebars tightly, she steered onto the dry dirt and kept going, glad she hadn’t fallen off.
But if the traps are getting bigger, I need to be moving faster. So she pedaled harder, pointing the bike to the center of the trail and squinting her eyes again, looking for hazards as far ahead as she could see.
Against the wind rushing into her face, eyes, and ears, she thought she heard Mas yell, but couldn’t be sure. Although if he’d fallen off, it was a certainty she would, too. Hopefully Niall would be able to avoid landing on top of him!
Aurelia concentrated on her riding, enjoying the speed and the testing of every one of her skills. I bet Evelyn would ace this after all her time riding motorcycles. Hey, maybe I could get a motorcycle license. Help her in her job.
Putting that idea away to think about later, Aurelia added more speed to her cycling, understanding she must be getting close to whatever made Mas yell. If the noise had been him indeed, and not just her imagination.
The bend in the trail was a tricky one, right, left, right so quickly in succession it was very hard to ride through the curves, but she was still firmly in the saddle when she saw the huge rock in the center of the trail. Instinctively she pulled to the right, lifting her left leg out of the stirrups, to avoid scraping it on the rock as she raced past, gaining speed on another downhill slope as she frantically pushed her foot back into the stirrups again.
Not long after that, the track leveled out into a big sandy area, and she realized she’d reached the end of the slalom without falling off her bike. Niall was half sitting, half leaning on a rock, his bicycle at his feet, his hands on his hips, laughing at Mas.
Mas’s golden hair was black with mud, his face streaked with mud and water, and it was impossible to guess what color his shirt had once been. He was blackish-brown with a layer of mud all the way down to his boots.
Aurelia’s face split into a grin as she brought her mountain bike to a standstill. “Where was that puddle? I didn’t see any evidence you’d landed in one on the way down.”
“The rock,” Niall said with a laugh.
“Yeah. I saw what happened to him just in time to avoid doing the same thing.”
Aurelia stared at Mas. “The rock on the trail? But there was no puddle there.”
“If you hit the rock, it flipped your bike into a huge puddle. Betcha they put it there deliberately to catch people just like me. At least it saved me being hurt. Would have been too bad if I’d buckled the wheel of the bike, though.”
“You’d have forfeited your deposit. So again, no skin off their nose,” Niall said quickly.
“Let’s do it again. Now I know the traps, it should be even more fun,” said Mas.
“Hell, yes!” Niall agreed, picking up his bike.
Niall lay on his right side, pulling Aurelia against his body then lifting her top leg high as he drove his aching, needy dick deep inside her. When his balls were rammed hard against her skin, he pulled her leg over his hip, holding it there.
Mas slid in behind Aurelia, forcing his lower leg under all their bodies, holding her ass cheeks wide apart, then entering her dark channel.
Aurelia made little happy noises, letting Niall know that Mas was going deeper inside her, until he could feel Mas’s cock himself, through the thin membrane. Mas wiggled and rearranged all their bodies a bit, and then gripped Aurelia’s hips. Niall grabbed hold of Mas’s shoulders, locking Aurelia tightly between the two men, and they began to move together, sliding out in unison then pressing in at the same slow pace.
Niall loved this. They really did work as a team, knowing the slower they could go, the longer they could make it last, the more explosive the orgasms they’d all have. He and Mas were getting to know each other well enough now that they could tell how close the other one was to coming, when he couldn’t wait another second, and then they’d really jackhammer together for the final few strokes, sending all three off the edge together.
But for now, slow and steady was the way to go, trying to hit all her sensitive nerve endings on each stroke.
Aurelia was a vocal lover, not a screamer as such, but she gave lots of little appreciative mumbles and sounds, letting Niall know what she liked. He loved being inside her like this. She was hot, very hot, and so wet he slid in and out easily. The walls of her cunt gripped him, and she did a wiggle with her hips that nearly made him swallow his tongue, it felt so fucking good.
But all too soon he knew his cock was going to burst before much longer. His balls were as hard as rocks, and if they drew up any tighter to his body, they’d be inside his skin.
Mas was making the noise that indicated time was about up for him, too, so together, they increased the speed, slamming into her with all their strength, still in complete harmony with each other.