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Mas’s shoulders, maintaining the three-way skin contact.
    Then they began to move in and out in perfect unison, both pulling almost all the way out, then both pushing in, slow yet strong. Very gradually, they increased the speed and the intensity, until Aurelia was quivering from head to toe, every nerve ending screaming for release, her blood pounding through her body, heat flooding from her.
    She felt as if her entire insides were a spring wound so tightly it would break. It had to crack. The tension was too much. The men were amazing the way they aroused her, the response they brought out from her. Never had she experienced such powerful orgasms. Never had anyone fulfilled and inspired her as these two did.
    Then the climax exploded through her, blasting from her ass and cunt simultaneously, firing up her spine, and out through her arms, her legs, her head. Aurelia’s entire body shook so hard she thought her bones might break. An involuntary scream launched itself from her throat, and she felt the heat in her pussy and her butt as Mas and Niall joined her in their releases, too, their cum filling the condoms.
    “I love you both so much,” she said hoarsely.
    “We love you, too,” said Mas.
    “That’s true. We both do,” added Niall.
     
    * * * *
     
    Niall would have liked to lie in bed watching Aurelia sleep until he, too, fell asleep, but he knew Mas wanted to talk to him, and he guessed it was about Peter Blake, as well as their ongoing project of tracing the call center management.
    He was expecting that soon Mas would have isolated some leads through the paper trail, and it would be his turn to follow them in real life. They’d worked together occasionally in the past, always to both their advantages. But it was their work to help free Aurelia that had truly brought them together. It had also made them both understand how well their talents meshed with each other, enabling them to take on more difficult—and therefore more lucrative—joint projects neither could have attempted alone.
    Years of military training meant that Niall slid out of the bed without making any noise. He grabbed a clean T-shirt and his jeans and stepped silently into the living room. Mas was fairly quiet, certainly Niall expected he wouldn’t have disturbed Aurelia, and soon padded into the room after him, zipping his jeans up as he walked.
    Niall flipped the switch to turn a lamp on, instead of the bright overhead light, and they sat side by side on the couch, turned to face each other. He raised an eyebrow and waited for Mas to speak.
    “I don’t like Peter Blake. I don’t trust him. He makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. If you can keep Aurelia occupied tomorrow so I can have a couple of clear hours online, I should be able to check him out pretty thoroughly.”
    “Blake set off all my alarms, too. Likely I should take Aurelia down to the gym and make her practice her self-defense moves some more. She’s fit for a woman, and damn smart, but nothing beats hours of training to build instinctive and correct responses to danger.”
    “Excellent idea.”
    “There’s more on your mind than that though, isn’t there, Mas.”
    “Yup. In some ways I’m actually enjoying the challenge of tracking down those demons who enslaved the call center workers. It’s not often I come up against people who are light-years ahead of the ordinary in their methods, and I need that. I need to keep learning, and growing, and being made to think outside the box to follow their business dealings.”
    “But?”
    “It’s worrying me that I’m taking so long. I have the sense that something will happen soon, and I may not be close enough to stop them.”
    “What about all the equipment that was taken out of the barn? Aurelia talked about that just the other day. Has there been any word about that from the police, or the Feds, or FBI, or whoever?”
    “No. Not a single word. So that makes me think they haven’t cracked the