Chapter 13
Xavier
My ass still burned with every shift of my weight on the motorcycle seat, a constant reminder of Milo’s hands on me the night before.
The pain was grounding—something real to focus on instead of the knot of anxiety in my gut as we rode toward June’s house.
I hoped she wasn’t mad at me. Hoped she understood.
Hoped she didn’t notice how hard my cock got every time something made me think about Milo’s hands on me.
Milo rode ahead of me, his bike taking each turn with that fluid grace that made him look like he was dancing with his machine.
I followed more aggressively, pushing into each curve like I was trying to outrun my thoughts.
The image of June’s face when I’d snapped at her kept flashing through my mind—that brief flicker of hurt before she’d masked it with her usual matter-of-fact demeanor.
We pulled into her driveway, killing our engines in sync. Her house looked warm in the late afternoon sun, sage green exterior glowing against the backdrop of blue sky. I swung my leg over my bike, then glared at Milo when he smirked at me.
“Shut up,” I muttered.
“Didn’t say a word,” he replied, dimples appearing as he grinned.
“You were thinking it.”
“Can’t help it if you’ve got a nice, rosy ass under those jeans, X.” He lowered his voice, stepping closer. “Makes me want to see it again, feel how hot it still is.”
My cock twitched traitorously, and I shoved past him toward the porch, hoping he wouldn’t notice the flush creeping up my neck.
Last night had cracked something open inside me that I wasn’t sure how to put back together.
I still didn’t understand why I’d let Milo spank me, why I’d sobbed in his arms, or why his commanding voice had made me come harder than ever.
June opened the door before we could knock, like she’d been watching for us. She wore a simple tank top and jeans. Her green eyes darted between us, nervous but hopeful behind her round glasses.
“Hi,” she said, stepping back to let us in. “I didn’t expect to see you today.” “Is that okay?” Milo asked.
She nodded, holding out her arms for a hug.
Milo moved forward first, hugging her so hard it lifted her off the ground. She laughed, a bright, unexpected sound that made my chest ache.
“We have news,” Milo said, setting her down. “Good news.”
I hung back, hands shoved in my pockets, watching them. Milo always knew what to say, how to touch, how to make people feel at ease. I just stood there, tongue-tied and awkward, wishing I knew how to bridge the gap I’d created with my bullshit attitude.
June’s eyes found mine over Milo’s shoulder, and something in them softened. “Come in,” she said, extending her hand toward me. “Both of you.”
I took her hand, her fingers small and soft against my calloused palm, and let her pull me inside. Her living room was as tidy as always, except for the coffee table, which was covered in papers and sticky notes arranged in some system only she understood.
“Were you working?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I just finished organizing some feedback on the throttle response curves. I was taking a break.” She gestured toward the couch. “Sit?”
Milo dropped onto the couch with his usual easy grace. I hesitated, then eased myself down beside him.
“So,” June said, perching on the edge of the coffee table in front of us, “what’s the good news?”
Milo glanced at me, an unspoken question in his eyes. I cleared my throat.
“We’re going to do it,” I said, my voice sounding rougher than I’d intended. “The test riding gig for Heleonix. We want to help with your project.”
Her face transformed, lighting up from within like someone had flipped a switch. “Really? That’s—oh my god, that’s amazing!” She launched herself forward, arms outstretched, and I braced myself instinctively.
But instead of crashing into me, she hovered for a split second, her expression uncertain, before pulling back slightly. The hesitation was brief but unmistakable—she wasn’t sure if I wanted her touch, wasn’t sure where we stood.
That realization hit me like a punch to the gut.
I’d done that. I’d made her doubt herself, made her think twice before reaching for me.
“I’m sorry for being a dick yesterday. I’m desperate to touch you.
” She stepped closer, settling into my lap, her arms sliding around my neck.
“It’s okay,” she whispered as I melted into her, breathing in her scent.
“I know it felt like I was interfering.”
“You weren’t,” I said against her skin. “You were trying to help, and I was... I was being stupid.”
She pulled back to look at me, eyes searching my face. Whatever she saw there must have satisfied her, because she smiled—a small, private smile that made my chest tighten—then turned to include Milo in her happiness.
“This is going to be so great,” she said, “The engineering team is going to be thrilled, and you guys are going to make this project so much better. I can’t wait to—”
“Want to celebrate with a ride?”
She blinked. “Now?” “Right now,” Milo confirmed, his hand sliding down her arm. “I know you don’t like surprises, but we know the perfect spot. And the more you ride, the more you understand, right?”
She took a deep breath and glanced at our motorcycles, fiddling with her necklace.
“How long do you think we’ll be gone for?
Do we need to bring food?” “We have all of your supplies in our saddlebags,” Milo said gently.
“The place I’m thinking of is a short drive, about forty-five minutes into the mountains.
It’s usually quiet, with no people around, just beautiful scenery.
A bit of a secret spot.” “Oh. I suppose that sounds fun.” “So much fun.” Milo beamed at her.
“Want to get your gear?” She nodded, blushing, then leaned in.
“The best part is cuddling against one of you.”
Twenty minutes later, we were winding our way up into the mountains, June riding behind Milo, her arms wrapped around his waist, that new jacket gleaming in the sunlight. I followed, watching the way she leaned with him into each curve, like they were one body.
The mountain road unwound before us like a ribbon, each curve revealing new vistas of pine forests and distant peaks. A place where we could be alone, where I could show June with my body what I couldn’t seem to say with words.
I signaled and veered onto the dirt road, dust billowing behind my tires.
In my mirrors, I saw Milo hesitate briefly before following.
June’s head turned, a questioning tilt to her posture that was visible even through the helmet.
For a moment, I thought they might not follow—that June’s memory of my asshole behavior might make her wary of going off the beaten path with me.
But then Milo accelerated, catching up quickly, and relief flooded through me. I led them deeper into the trees until the road widened into a small clearing, the ground carpeted with pine needles, the afternoon sun filtering through the branches overhead.
I killed my engine and swung off my bike, June dismounted from Milo’s bike, pulling off her helmet, her hair tumbling free around her shoulders. She looked around, taking in the clearing, the dappled sunlight, the view of the valley visible through the trees.
“Wow,” she said softly. “This is beautiful.”
I approached her slowly, giving her time to step away if she wanted to.
“Can I kiss you?” Nodding, she stood her ground, watching me with those clear green eyes.
When I reached her, I didn’t speak—just cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, trying to pour everything I couldn’t say into the press of my lips against hers.
She made a soft sound against my mouth, her body melting into mine, her hands coming up to grip my jacket. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, feeling the little tremors that ran through her body as I claimed her lips.
I didn’t want to talk. Talking meant explaining feelings I didn’t fully understand myself, meant exposing vulnerabilities I wasn’t ready to name. So I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands sliding under her jacket, finding the hem of her tank top, slipping beneath to touch warm skin.
“We want to fuck you right here, Junie. Is that okay?” he asked. “Strip you bare, bend you over the bike and have our way with you.” June looked around the clearing, then blushed. “Yes, please.”
Milo moved behind her, his hands joining mine, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear that always made her gasp.
Together, our bodies caging her in, hands working in tandem to undress her.
The jacket came off first, carefully set aside on Milo’s bike, then her tank top, revealing the simple cotton bra beneath.
“You’re both still fully dressed.” There was no real protest in her voice, just a breathless anticipation that made my cock harden.
“That’s right,” Milo said against her neck. “We want to look at you, just you.”
We stripped her methodically, reverently, until she stood naked in the dappled sunlight, her pale skin glowing against the dark pines and distant mountains. “Take a picture.” She struck a pose against my bike. “It’ll last longer.”
Milo adjusted his jeans. “Don’t tempt me, Junie.
I’d love a photo of you right now.” Seeing her like this—naked in the wilderness, confident, beautiful, and unashamed—made my breath catch.
June was unlike anyone I’d ever known, an enigma of contradictions.
Analytical but passionate, awkward but sensual, literal but playful.
“Lay back.” My voice was rough with want. “On the bike.”
Her eyes widened, but she complied, arranging herself on my motorcycle, her head resting on the pillion, her body stretched out along the seat, her feet still on the ground. The sight of her like that—pale skin against black metal, the ultimate fantasy of bikers everywhere—nearly undid me.