Unconsciously, she moved with the fingers, wiggling left and right, up and down, urging them deeper inside her, wanting them to touch her just exactly—Ahh, there.
Then another pair of hands joined in, and fingers were playing with her cunt, teasing her lips, touching her clit, drawing her deeper and deeper into the eroticism of the moment.
“If you don’t stop soon, I’ll come,” she gasped.
“Well, come then, beautiful lady,” said Trevellyan.
The third pair of hands tweaked her nipples. The fingers in her ass teased her walls and rim, the digits in her cunt stroked right over her G-spot, and Evelyn crashed into an orgasm with sensory overload shaking her body hard.
Even as she was still shaking, Trevellyan lifted her onto his cock, and she slid over him, her walls hugging his rigid staff. Quickly, she laid flat on him so Vaughan could push into her ass, and faster than she could think, he was inside her, her ass gripping him as her body still shook with aftershocks.
There was a brief time of stillness, and then she could feel—actually feel—Merrick pressing deep inside Vaughan. Soon all the men were moving together, Merrick into Vaughan, Vaughan and Trevellyan into her, and she could sense each beat from each man. It was the most carnal image of her life, knowing that she was so intimately connected to them all, joined with their flesh in the act of double double penetration.
The emotional excitement of being on top of the mountain, all four of them fucking together on a picnic rug, overwhelmed Evelyn. She could hardly drag two consecutive thoughts together in her head. All she could do was feel the beat of the men pumping away in synchronicity. Feel the arms and legs wrapped around her. Feel the bodies moving so purposefully back and forth, in and out, the motion pounding through her body, her blood pumping through her veins in time with the men’s movements.
She wound her legs tighter around the limbs nearest her, dug her fingers into the shoulders she was holding, pressed her breasts and ass into the bodies sandwiching her so tightly between them, and let the movement flow through her, feeling Merrick, Trevellyan, Vaughan, all keeping perfect time, like a rock band as they pumped relentlessly in and out, in and out.
Her nerves were on fire, every inch of her skin was screaming for release, despite the fact that she’d just had a huge orgasm. Tighter and tighter the coil of need wound in her belly, until release blasted through her once again, this time taking the men with her, as bursts of heat in her ass and cunt streamed into her the instant her body convulsed.
From the ragged way Merrick was pumping behind Trevellyan, she knew he’d come, too.
Evelyn let her body sag between Vaughan’s and Trevellyan’s. She was exhausted, limp, overwhelmed with sensory overload from two huge orgasms and the love and concern of the men who’d arranged the morning’s outing for her with so much care and attention to her pleasure. She really thought she loved them. Yes, loved them. And how weird was that. She hadn’t even known them a month yet.
* * * *
The men had included a packet of baby wipes in the picnic basket, so they cleaned themselves up, got dressed, and had another glass of champagne each before hiking the trail around the top of the hill and then back down to the parking lot.
They left the picnic basket and the rug in the SUV and hiked again, this time to the waterfall. The trail notice said it was an hour’s walk, but either the people who’d timed the journey were professional walkers, or else Evelyn was getting tired from the walking they’d already done, because it took them seventy-five minutes. But it was worth it. The waterfall was amazing, the river dropping straight down for well over one hundred feet from the cliff face to the lower level.
The base of the cliff was incredibly green, with lots of luxuriant foliage grown from the steady mist coming from the waterfall, and Evelyn loved the scenery. Everywhere the bushes were in flower, and their colors were bright and varied, making the green background look even more outstanding.
Finally, they returned to the vehicle. “What do you want to do now?” asked Vaughan.
“Sleep,” replied Evelyn.
“Can we watch you while you nap?”
“No, thank you. I’ve had a wonderful morning, but I really need more than just a nap. Then I have all my chores to do. Laundry, shopping, all those boring things.
“We could help. I’m a trained shopper,” suggested Merrick.
Evelyn laughed but shook her head. She was beginning to think she loved these men, but she really did need to do her chores and get organized for the week ahead. And she also needed some long hours of sleep, or she’d never cope with the housework.
“Maybe next Sunday I’ll think of the activity we can do,” she suggested, then hoped she hadn’t overstepped their boundaries. They were dating, sort of, weren’t they?
“Oh, excellent. I like that idea,” said Trevellyan.
“Me, too,” added Merrick.
“We’ll talk to you during the week, and you can tell us what you’ve planned,” said Vaughan.
* * * *
Mas handed a thick sheaf of papers to Trevellyan. “This is the trickiest, most complicated, devious setup I’ve ever seen. It’s been checked by a forensic accountant, and she’ll be sending you a pretty steep bill, but as you know, I can only access information in the public domain. She had to go digging a little deeper,” said Mas, his big, blue eyes as wide and innocent as a newborn baby’s.
“The first thing you need to do is get these accounts legally frozen, otherwise you’ll never get a dime back for Aurelia. I’m betting the other call center workers will join her in a class action suit, which will mean all the costs will be divided, so it’ll be a much better deal for all of them. Plus you need to time the freezing of the accounts with the storming of the building. That way you catch the bad guys as well as stop them accessing their getaway money.”
“I suppose you just happen to know someone who can do that for us?” asked Trevellyan, a deep respect dawning for Mas’s skills.
“Nah, but Niall will. When is he reporting to you?”
Merrick flicked a shirt cuff up to look at his watch. “Ten minutes.”
“Awesome. I’ll e-mail you my account tonight.”
Mas slouched out of their apartment, and almost immediately, the doorbell rang, and Niall was there. He handed over a camera memory card, saying, “This is a copy. I have all the film safely hidden away. I expect these guys will put up quite a fight, so keep it safe. I’m pretty sure they’re doing something to the call center women. They take them into a top floor room for a day and then bring them back. I was figuring it was sex, but now I think it’s some form of brainwashing. I’ve seen two of the women who’ve been taken, rubbing their heads and looking confused. You’ll need to get counselors, maybe deprogramming people lined up, as well as the cops.”
Trevellyan flopped down into a chair in shock. This was so much bigger than he’d expected. “Aurelia?”
“I have no reason to think she’s not fine. I reckon they’re doing the other team right now.”
Niall looked at them sternly and started giving a lot of instructions about whom to contact and how to do it. Trevellyan still felt like someone had run him over with a truck, but fortunately, Merrick’s take-charge nature was in full control, and he was writing notes as fast as Niall was speaking.
When the conversation seemed to have stopped, he asked, “When do we do this?”
“Likely it’ll take all tomorrow to get everything set up. So tomorrow night. Then you’ll have her back safely, and hopefully the other women, too.”
Trevellyan just nodded. He was still shell-shocked, but so grateful for this man, for Mas, for Evelyn. Damn. They’d struck gold when they’d contacted Evelyn.
* * * *
The call center was very busy this shift. Usually there was a steady stream of calls, but she could have a break to stretch her neck and shoulders from time to time. Today the calls were endless. The red light in the ceilin
g, showing that every line was busy and calls were waiting, was on almost continually. Yet strangely, some of the calls just seemed to be people asking time-wasting questions. Of course, they got those kinds of calls, usually from lonely old people, but not so many, and these people sounded young, not elderly. It was strange.
She certainly didn’t have time to think about it now. She was racing from call to call, hoping the red light would go out, and the shift would quiet down some.
The door slammed open, and suddenly, the room was full of men in black ninja suits, all holding guns pointed at the women. In that moment, the phones went dead, and there was complete and utter silence in the room.
“Stand up. Raise your arms high in the air,” thundered a voice.
Aurelia’s body instantly obeyed without her brain stopping to think.
Her hands were cuffed behind her, and they were all marched out of the room, down the hallway, and out into the yard. She hadn’t been outside the building since she arrived. Now that she thought about it, that was kind of strange, but there’d been no need to leave the building. Everything was provided inside it.
Dozens of police cars and army trucks were parked in the yard, and every woman was put alone into a vehicle. Aurelia could see the women from the other shift, and she looked for Sarah. Sarah was being loaded into a military truck. Mrs. Treeby was in another military truck. Damien was being walked across the yard to a police car, and the other man, the one she’d seldom seen, was already inside a vehicle.
Aurelia watched while a big truck was backed up to the barn, and a long line of police carried loads of electronic equipment out of the barn and put it in the truck. What was all that? How much electronics was needed for a call center?
Soon the vehicles were traveling slowly toward the gate. Aurelia saw a huge hole in the fence. They weren’t leaving via the gate at all. Each vehicle bounced across the grass, passed through the gap, then rejoined the road. She twisted her neck and saw the line extending a long way behind her, as well as far in front of her.
Well hell. I guess this means I’m out of a job again. And what gives? Who’s done what wrong? Was I right? Was something funky going down here? And what about my possessions? In particular, I want that photograph back!
* * * *
A month later, they were all sitting in the men’s apartment, Evelyn relaxed back into the arms of Trevelyan and Vaughan, Aurelia squashed into an armchair with Mas sitting on one arm of it and Niall on the other. They looked a little bit like dogs trying to mark their territory, thought Evelyn, but they’d just have to learn to share!
“Thank you for reading the subliminal messages from me, Trevellyan. I’m so glad we’ve all gotten our back pay and had our bank accounts sorted out again,” said Aurelia.
“The court cases will likely drag on for ten years, but no one will give Damien, George, or Mrs. Treeby bail, and their own money will stay frozen, so it’s all good,” said Mas.
“Besides, you two are going to help me track down the other call center so we can close it, too, aren’t you?” said Aurelia, looking at Niall, then Mas.
“Other call center?”
“What the fuck?”
“Aurelia?”
Evelyn laughed. Aurelia was going to keep Niall, Mas, and Trevellyan on their toes for some time to come. Of course, there was another call center, likely several more. It was an incredibly easy way to make a lot of money. Inserting a microchip in the workers’ heads to brainwash them so they didn’t know they weren’t being paid, and never wanted to leave, was just the icing on the cake, really. They were already enslaved by the demons of the system without even knowing it before the microchip was implanted. The endless work, and the seemingly nice employers, blinded them to the facts that they had no life, no freedom, no contact with friends or family, and, as it turned out, no money either. With slave labor and minimal expenses, the people running the call center would be making huge amounts of extra money on top of their actual contract for answering calls.
“Now, Trevellyan, Merrick, Vaughan, when are you going to make an honest woman of Evelyn. I want to attend some kind of formal commitment ceremony before Mas, Niall, and I go looking for the other call center.”
Now it was Evelyn who felt the world drop from under her feet. Formal commitment ceremony? Did she even want that? Sure she wanted the men, loved being with them, but formalizing it? Oh yes, yes she did want that, but did they?
Trevellyan looked surprised, but not shocked or anything like that. Merrick was nodding his head, and Vaughan had a huge grin on his face. All right, it looked like a formal commitment ceremony would happen.
“How does two weeks’ time suit you, Evelyn? I reckon we could organize something nice by then?” asked Merrick.
“Idiot! You need to ask the lady first,” chided Vaughan, the grin still splitting his face.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and said, “I love you. We all love you. Are you ready to commit to us?”
“Yes, please, beautiful lady,” said Trevellyan.
“I love you,” added Merrick very softly.
“I love you all, too. I’m ready to commit to you.”
“At last. I’ll help you plan the party,” said Aurelia.
THE END
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Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies, and werewolves), and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance, so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men; two women/one man…Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily ever after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.
Also by Berengaria Brown
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Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 2: Complexity
Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 3: Eternity
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Ménage Amour: Possessive Passions 1: Shared Possession
Ménage Amour: Possessive Passions 2: Possess Me
Ménage Amour: Possessive Passions 3: Ultimate Possession
Ménage Amour: Raw Claiming 1: Raw Craving
Ménage Amour: Raw Claiming 2: Raw Need
Ménage Amour: Raw Claiming 3: Raw Want
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