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Authors: Berengaria Brown

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It’d been a very busy day, but Aurelia didn’t nap for long. Her body was still alert, and she knew the men planned more sex, from Niall’s comment about the “first round.” She loved shower sex. There was something about having the water running through her hair while fucking one or the other of the men that turned her on in ways she couldn’t even understand, let alone explain.

“Come on. Time to get cleaned up,” she said, pushing at both men to clamber off the bed and walk toward the bathroom.

“Oh, good, I like shower sex,” said Mas, running up behind her and tapping her lightly on the ass, then sliding his hand between her legs. “You’re still all nice and juicy and wet.”

His fingers felt so good she almost staggered with the lust that burst through her. He pulled her body against his and thrust his fingers deep inside her again, twisting them to hit her G-spot. Aurelia couldn’t help herself. Her hips thrust up onto his hand, and she groaned.

Then Niall was behind her, his hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, cupping the globes and teasing the sensitive skin of the undersides.

Aurelia relaxed back onto Niall’s body and widened her legs. Who needed shower sex? Standing up sex would be excellent right now. Her nipples were diamond-hard points, loving the way Niall rolled and tweaked them. Her pussy creamed for Mas as he stroked deep inside her then let his fingers play over her labia.

It seemed like a dozen hands were on her body all at once, touching her breasts, stroking her ribs, teasing her pussy, her clit, and even the rim of her ass. When Mas kneeled and put his mouth on her, flicking his tongue inside her pussy then sucking hard on her clit, she came with a deep shudder.

“Now we can have some shower sex,” said Mas, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as he marched into the bathroom.

Niall dodged around them to race ahead and turn the water on, while Mas rolled a condom over his cock. He sat on the little seat on the shower, his legs wide apart, and tapped his lap.

“Sit on me. Face away from me.”

Her knees were still a little wobbly from the unexpected orgasm she’d just enjoyed, so she stood over him and pushed his cock into her pussy willingly, pressing her ass hard against his body as she sat.

He felt so good, stretching and filling her, her inner tissues still swollen and tender from her orgasm, the nerves tingling and ready to rouse again.

Mas thrust up hard inside her, his cock filling her to the very brim, his strong, muscular thighs easily able to move her as well as himself, as she had her feet balanced on the shower floor to help him.

Niall stood in front of her, holding his cock at her mouth. She grasped his shaft gently in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. She tried to time her licking and sucking of him to match the thrusts upward into her by Mas, but her body was so alive, so sensitized, her own pleasure made thinking and concentrating very difficult. She flicked her tongue into the eye of Niall’s cock to taste his flavor. She loved both their tastes. Niall was tart, spicy. Mas was blander, but with an underlying male muskiness that was highly erotic.

Another orgasm was building in her core, growing fast, going to blast through her very soon. Her pussy clenched on Mas’s cock, and his hands grasped her breasts, playing with them, pinching her nipples over and over again, between cupping her globes and teasing the delicate skin of their sides.

One of Mas’s hands slid lower to cup her pussy, pressing on her clit, and she came. He thrust into her faster and harder, and she felt the burst of heat deep inside her that let her know he’d come, too.

She sucked Niall deep into her mouth, but he said, “Later,” and pulled out. Her eyes closed in the throes of her orgasm, and her brain was fried. She couldn’t think about him right now as her body twitched and shook, while waves of pleasure rolled through her, and Mas pumped up inside her one last time.

Then Mas was standing once more, still holding her body, and Niall was in front of her, his cock covered with latex.

“Do a handstand,” Niall ordered. Confused and still wobbling from her second orgasm in very quick succession, Aurelia obediently flipped her body onto her hands, glad the shower stall was spacious. Mas held her around the waist, while Niall grabbed her hips, widening her legs and resting her feet on his shoulders.

Niall had to push to enter her in this position, but she was so sensitized every inch he claimed made her spine tingle and her nerves stand up and beg for more. When he was deep inside her, he began pumping hard and fast. She understood he’d been waiting patiently to come, while she’d had two orgasms already, and was awed at how considerate both these men were.

Mas’s hands were firm on her sides, supporting her weight so her arms didn’t get too tired. But Niall was so aroused it wasn’t long before he exploded inside her. At that very moment, he pinched her clit, and to her absolute astonishment, she came again. Three orgasms in less than an hour. Unbelievable. Plus another one before them as well.

Niall pumped a few more times, and then the men pulled her upright. Niall held her while Mas washed her back, shampooed her hair, and soaped her arms and legs. Then Mas held her as Niall sponged her front and rinsed the shampoo from her hair.

Staggering slightly, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked into the bedroom, dropping face first on the bed and not moving, even when the men joined her later. She was aware they were there but so far beyond tired she couldn’t move.

 

Chapter Two

The television was on, as usual, while they ate breakfast the next morning. Aurelia was more or less talking to herself as she watched the financial report. “Ha, Consolidated are up. I predicted that. I reckon they’ll go even higher, too. Of course JKL are down. Anyone with half a brain can see their CEO’s a useless waste of space. Hmm, I hadn’t thought about Bentons. They could stand watching. They may go up quite a fair bit I think.”

Mas stared at Aurelia, his fork halfway to his mouth. She was right. Her predictions weren’t bad at all. He hadn’t thought about it until right now, but he couldn’t remember her being absolutely wrong with any of her forecasts. And he most certainly could remember her being correct.

“Aurelia?”

“Hmm.”

“You should set up some spreadsheets with your financial predictions. Use screen shots to record date and time, and do it for a couple of weeks to see just how accurate you are,” said Mas.

“But what for? It’s just a bit of a game I play with myself.”

Niall stared at her. “Sweetie, people make money, lots of money, with financial predictions. It’s a lot more than a game.”

“Yeah, but the only way to make money is to have money. If it goes up two percent and you put in one hundred dollars, you now have one hundred two. Not exactly the kind of profits you need to pay the rent.”

“Just do it, Aurelia. Make the spreadsheets, keep the records, see how good you are. Hell, if you can make money out of it, I’ll give you a few hundred to play with.”

“Yeah. Me, too,” added Niall.

“Okay, it might be a bit of fun. I like following the figures. I’ve always been a number person rather than a word person.”

 

* * * *

 

Aurelia enjoyed playing with spreadsheets and watching the financial movements. She did as Mas had suggested and took screenshots with each of her predictions and the results of them each day. She actually surprised herself with the level of her accuracy. Not once did a thing she marked for making money lose any, although several didn’t move either way.

Yeah but so what.
She totaled up her week’s efforts. If she’d started with one hundred dollars, she’d have made sixteen dollars profit.
And if I got a decent job, I’d earn that in an hour, not a week! There’s no future career here, even though it’s been a bit of fun. Dammit I need a job!

 

* * * *

 

“Hey there, Aurelia. Can we meet up for lunch today? Or are you too busy?”

“Hi, Ormonde, I’d love to have lunch with you. Where do you want to meet?” Aurelia spoke into her cell phone.

“How about Papa Giovanni’s in Main Street, at one o’clock? And this is my treat. I want to ask you some questions.”

“Sure, that sounds great. I’ll see you then.” Aurelia slid her cell phone back into her pocket thoughtfully. What could Ormonde possibly want to ask her about? Ormonde was an incredibly brilliant accountant. She was the one who’d helped track the paper trail for the call center people. Forensic Accountant was her formal title, but she was more like a mathematical whiz kid who could find out anything people wanted hidden if it had a dollar sign in front of it.

Aurelia shrugged. Well, she’d find out soon enough. Meanwhile, it was time to look through the online job vacancy lists again.
I really, really need a job!

 

* * * *

 

The conversation stayed light and general as they ate, but Aurelia sensed a slight tension in Ormonde. Whatever could the woman want of her? Aurelia was at a total loss to know how she could help her. Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. “What questions did you want to ask me?”

Ormonde fiddled with the spoon from her coffee. “Mas said you’d organized the commitment ceremony for Evelyn. That you arranged everything, the celebrant, the venue, the entire party.”

“Yes, that’s right. Trevellyan said I could plan it however I wanted to. But they all wrote their own vows. I downloaded some from the Internet that other people had written, and they read through them for ideas, but the words they said were their own.”

Ormonde was still twirling her spoon, but she was nodding now. Aurelia was just as confused as ever though.

“I’ve been dating Kyryl and Damon for over a year. They’re both pressuring me to commit to them, but until I did some work for Trevellyan, I had no idea such a thing was even possible. Would you be prepared to plan a ceremony with me? I know some things I’d like, and I expect Kyryl and Damon will have their own ideas, too. But I’d like you to do the planning and arranging, make all the bookings. Basically, you’d do all the hard work.” Ormonde grinned. “Of course, I’d pay you the standard rates.”

Aurelia grinned back. “I had such fun planning Trevellyan’s ceremony I’d be happy to do yours for free. Besides, I don’t have a clue what the standard rate is. But then again, I really need a job and to contribute to my living expenses. I’d never thought of a career as a party planner. Maybe I’ve been searching the wrong job lists!”

She pulled a little notepad and a pen out of her purse. “Okay, tell me, what sort of ceremony did you have in mind? One inside a building, like at the Town Hall? Or a religious ceremony? Or something outside in a garden like Evelyn had?”

“Kyryl has a lot of work colleagues, and he’d have to invite all of them, so as not to offend anyone. And Damon comes from a very close extended family. So the same thing there, another long guest list. I think the best solution would be inside a function center, so if the weather turns bad, it’s not a problem.”

“Yeah, trying to squeeze a lot of people under a marquee in the rain might not work.”

Half an hour later, Aurelia had a good idea of the kinds of things Ormonde would like. “I’ve gotten enough information to rough out a plan of the day for you, and then you and your men can talk it through before we refine it and start making bookings.”

“Thank you so much, Aurelia. I’m really getting excited now. I guess, until Evelyn’s event, I’d never really believed I’d have a commitment ceremony of my own. It took me a long time to realize I could love two men equally, and not have to choose between them. To say words of commitment, wow, it just blows my mind away.”

Aurelia squeezed Ormonde’s hand. “I know exactly what you mean. I could never choose between Mas and Niall.”

“They’re good men. If I didn’t have Kyryl and Damon, I’d be very tempted by Mas. What I’d give to have eyes like his. No judge would ever question him the way I get questioned!”

“That information is all in the public domain,” they chanted together then laughed.

“Absolutely,” said Ormonde, standing up.

“I’ll phone you when I’ve done the outline of your ceremony.”

Aurelia hurried home, her mind full of ways to divide a large room up so that small groups of seating could be set out for more private conversation. Maybe with little tables scattered around for people to put drinks and platters of finger food on? And greenery. Potted plants, trees even, and a lot of flowers between the groups of seating.

 

* * * *

 

On Saturday, dressed in old jeans, boots, and thick sweaters, Aurelia, Mas, and Niall hired mountain bikes at the foot of a rolling hill. They were each given a map of the trails, told the man at the counter their cell phone numbers, and were reminded the bikes had to be returned before dusk.

Aurelia liked the feel of her bike. The wide, thick tires gave it more maneuverability and stability than a regular bike, and its entire construction seemed somehow sturdier, more solid and dependable.
Which I guess I need to go riding around dirt tracks in the hills
.

The day’s activity had been Niall’s idea, and he was the one carrying their picnic lunch in his backpack. Aurelia’s backpack had sunscreen and water in it, and plenty of space for her sweater when she warmed up some and wanted to take it off.

Niall led the way, legs pumping hard, up the dirt track to where several trails began, each signposted with the length of the circuit. Aurelia let the men lead. The way she figured it, they had all day, and she didn’t plan to exhaust herself in the first hour or so.

“So which one do you want to try first? Up to the top for the view? Down the slalom track with jumps and water hazards? Or the beginners’ loop?” asked Niall.

“As long as we do the jumps at some stage, I don’t care whether it’s now or later,” said Mas.

“How about we do the beginners’ circuit, then the lookout, then the jumps. Kind of work our way up the hierarchy, if you like. That way if we fall off in a puddle, we can go home and change instead of being in muddy clothes all day,” suggested Aurelia.

“Sounds good.”

“Yep.”

Once again, Aurelia let the men lead. There was still a bit of competitiveness between them, as if they were trying to display their worthiness to be her mate. She found it funny because they were, in reality, so very different in their thinking. To Mas, everything was a problem that could be solved with logical thought. A puzzle where all the pieces fit perfectly if he was patient and observant enough.

Whereas Niall was just as patient, but he preferred to be out doing things. So he exhibited his patience and persistence in following someone, or watching and waiting outside a building.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized they complemented each other perfectly. It was no wonder they’d freed her from the call center. Their talents dovetailed so harmoniously.

If only I knew what my talents were. If only I could find a job, or even knew exactly what kind of job was best for me. Could I be a party planner? Is that me? I really do like planning events and seeing it all come together neatly. But as a career? I don’t know.

The beginner’s track held few surprises, but had several excellent views and a couple of fun crests, where the bike became airborne as she hit the top of a rise, before landing and going fast down the next incline.

The trail to the lookout was steady and steep. At one stage, Aurelia was pretty sure it would’ve been faster to walk, but she kept pedaling and was rewarded by an awesome view out over the surrounding countryside. Arrived at the top, she climbed off her bike and laid flat on the grass for a while, waiting for her muscles to relax, before standing again and admiring the panoramic views in more detail.

They sat and talked while they rested, and once again, Aurelia enjoyed their sharp minds, their witty replies, and their quite different attitudes to things. As a former marine, it wasn’t surprising that Niall had a more rigid attitude to life than Mas did. Although Mas was adamant he never so much as peeped through the bars of legalities, Aurelia was pretty sure he wiggled his entire body through them at times. She also had a feeling that the only reason some things he discovered and cited as being in the public domain were actually in the public domain because he’d found them hidden somewhere and released them to the public. Although she was betting that it would be extremely difficult—likely even impossible—to prove he’d done so.

They drank some water, ate a banana each, or, in Niall’s case, two bananas, then were ready to try the slalom track.

“I’m looking forward to this one. Jumps and water hazards. Boo yah!” called Mas.

“Do you want to go in the middle so we can watch over you in case you fall off?” Niall asked her.

“Thank you for thinking of me, but I’d rather go last so neither of you runs me over if I’m going slower than you.”

“Fair enough, but if you’re hurt, phone us straight away, so we can come pick you up.”

“No worries.”

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!

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