Chapter 14
June
I sat cross-legged on my couch as I leaned forward, eyes fixed on Milo’s laptop screen.
The footage from the Heleonix test track played in crisp high definition—Xavier moving around the motorcycle with the graceful precision that made my stomach flip, his hands gesturing as he spoke with the engineers.
I’d had work to do, so I hadn’t seen all of their first day on the test track, and it was fun to watch the replays.
Every time one of them demonstrated a riding position or explained a technical detail, something warm and electric surged through me.
I glanced at the real Xavier beside me, noticing how his jaw tightened each time he appeared on screen, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against his thigh.
“Do you want one of my fidgets?” I asked, nudging the small brass bowl from I kept on the table toward his hand without looking away from the screen.
“It helps when you’re nervous.” He glanced at me and shrugged, picking it up and spinning it around in his fingers.
“This is amazing footage,” I said, pushing my glasses up my nose.
“Milo, you’ve done an incredible job editing it together. ”
Milo beamed from my other side, his dimples appearing as he smiled. “Thanks. I’m still working on the final cut for the teasers, but I wanted to show you both how it’s coming together.”
On screen, Xavier was explaining something about the throttle response curve, his hands moving through the air to demonstrate the issue.
The engineer opposite him—Marcus, my colleague—nodded with surprising respect.
I felt a ridiculous swell of pride watching them interact, like I’d personally accomplished something by bringing them together.
“You’re so articulate,” I told Xavier, pointing at the screen. “Look how Marcus is responding to you—he never gives that much attention to anyone. He’s actually taking notes!”
Xavier made a strangled sound that might have been embarrassment. “I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about half the time. Those engineers were asking questions way beyond my pay grade.”
“But you answered them,” I insisted. “Perfectly.”
“Not perfectly,” Xavier muttered, running a hand through his dark hair, messing it up in that way that always made him look younger, more vulnerable. “I was bullshitting at least forty percent of the time.”
“That’s still sixty percent genuine expertise,” I pointed out, the math making perfect sense to me. “Which is impressive considering you’ve never worked with electric motorcycles before.”
The footage switched to a wide shot of the test track, Xavier now in full riding gear, mounting the Heleonix prototype.
My breath caught as I watched him settle into position, his body becoming one with the machine in a way that seemed almost supernatural.
The way his gloved hands caressed the handlebars, the precise tilt of his helmet as he checked his surroundings, the lean, powerful line of his body as he prepared to launch—it was mesmerizing.
“Jesus, June, why are you looking at me like that?” Xavier’s voice pulled me from my trance. He was staring at me with a mixture of confusion and something darker, more heated.
I blinked, realizing I’d been practically gaping at the screen. “Like what?”
“Like I’m performing fucking brain surgery instead of just riding a motorcycle.”
“You’re not ‘just’ riding a motorcycle,” I corrected him, unable to keep the admiration from my voice.
“You’re providing invaluable feedback on a prototype that could revolutionize electric vehicle dynamics.
Your instinctive understanding of balance, torque, and weight distribution is allowing me to make engineering adjustments that I couldn’t have identified without your expertise. ”
Milo chuckled. “She means you look hot on the bike, X.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “That’s—well, yes, that too, obviously.” I adjusted my glasses, which didn’t need adjusting. “But I meant what I said about the expertise.”
“Your confidence in us is borderline delusional,” Xavier said, his eyes fixed on the screen rather than me. “We’re just guys who like to ride. That doesn’t make us experts.”
“But you are experts,” I insisted, turning toward him. “Just because you didn’t get your expertise from a university doesn’t make it less valid. “
Xavier rolled his eyes, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth that hinted at suppressed pleasure. “Whatever you say, Professor June.”
“I just have faith in you,” I said simply. “In both of you. I don’t know how to explain it more than that.”
“You don’t have to explain it,” Milo said, his hand finding mine and squeezing gently. “It feels good to have someone believe in us like that.”
The footage transitioned to Milo’s test ride.
Where Xavier rode like he was challenging the laws of physics, Milo moved with a flowing grace that made the machine seem like an extension of his body.
There was something hypnotic about the way he leaned into turns, his body position perfect, his movements economical and precise.
“You guys approach riding so differently,” I observed, fascinated by the contrast. “Xavier, you’re like... you’re pushing at boundaries, testing limits. And Milo, you’re more... harmonious? Like you’re working with the bike rather than demanding things from it.”
“X likes to bend the universe to his will,” Milo agreed with a grin. “I prefer to collaborate with it.”
“Both approaches are valuable,” I said, watching as on-screen Milo completed his lap and pulled up beside Xavier.
The camera caught them with their heads bent together as they compared notes, Milo gesturing about something while Xavier nodded, his focus intense.
“That’s why together, you’re the perfect test team.
You cover different aspects of the riding experience. ”
My body felt warm as I watched them, a pleasant tension coiling low in my belly.
It wasn’t just physical attraction—though that was certainly part of it.
There was something profoundly arousing about watching them in their element, demonstrating skills I couldn’t possess, speaking a language I was only beginning to understand.
“God, you’re sexy on the bike,” I blurted out, then immediately felt my face flame. I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
Milo smirked. “I think Junie’s getting wet from watching us ride. What’s that called, a competence kink?”
“I do not have a kink,” I protested automatically, then paused to analyze the evidence. “I just like watching you.”
Feeling needy, I crawled into Xavier’s lap and set the fidget aside as he reached for me and hauled me close, touching me in exactly the way I liked.
I leaned down and kissed him, grinding against his cock, suddenly desperate for both of my men inside me.
My very competent men who were very sexy on their motorcycles.
I reached for Milo and he closed his laptop and moved towards us, his hand heavy on my back as he leaned in for a kiss of his own.