Chapter 22
June
The wind whipped my braid out from under the collar of my motorcycle jacket as Xavier took the last curve of the canyon road, his motorcycle leaning at an angle that would have terrified me a month ago.
I knew his skill now, trusted him, and the rush of the turn sent a delicious thrill up my spine.
I clung to his back, my thighs gripping his hips, the vibration of the engine between my legs creating a persistent, pleasant hum that reminded me of other, more intimate vibrations.
He slowed as we approached an overlook, the one where we’d come weeks ago, where Red and his crew had found us, where Xavier had defended me and Milo had soothed me.
“This is where you wanted to shoot?” I asked as Milo pulled his bike up next to Xavier’s. “Didn’t you get enough footage last time?” Xavier helped me off the bike, my legs wobbly from the ride, watching as Milo pulled out a tripod.
Milo didn’t answer, just continued framing his shot, positioning their bikes against the spectacular backdrop of mountains and sky. The golden hour light cast long shadows and rimmed everything with a perfect glow that made even the gravel beneath our feet look somehow magical.
“Trust me,” Milo said finally, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “This is different.”
Xavier took my hand, leading me to his bike. He straddled it smoothly, then patted the seat behind him. “Come here.”
I climbed on, settling myself against him, but instead of facing forward as I expected, he turned me so I was sitting sideways in his lap, our helmets set aside on the ground.
This close, I could see the flecks of lighter gray in his storm-colored eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw that would leave pleasant burns on my inner thighs later.
“Milo, you getting this?” Xavier called, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Just about ready,” came Milo’s reply. “The light’s perfect.”
I felt Xavier’s cock hardening beneath me as I shifted in his lap, the sensation making heat pool low in my belly. His hands found my hips, steadying me, fingers digging in just enough to send shivers up my spine.
“I think about that time we fucked you over my bike every time I ride,” he admitted, one hand sliding up to cup my face. “Every time I swing my leg over this seat, I remember the way you looked, spread out for me, taking me so deep.”
I leaned forward and captured his mouth with mine, kissing him with all the emotion I couldn’t put into words. His lips were warm, firm, tasting faintly of coffee. He responded immediately, his hand tightening on my hip, pulling me closer as his tongue swept into my mouth.
“Perfect,” I heard Milo say. “I’m starting now. But don’t worry, I’ll edit this together later.”
Xavier might not have heard Milo, because there was another minute before he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath.
Then, to my surprise, Milo walked into the frame, his camera still recording on the tripod.
He approached us with deliberate steps, his eyes warm as they met mine.
“May I?” he asked, and I nodded, not entirely sure what I was agreeing to but trusting him completely.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss that contrasted beautifully with Xavier’s hungry one moments before.
Then, as I watched with wide eyes, he turned to Xavier and did the same—kissing him with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
Xavier’s hand, still on my hip, tightened briefly, and I felt a tremor run through him.
“Milo,” I said when he pulled back. “Are you planning on publicly declaring our relationship?”
He smiled, that dimpled smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. “Yes,” he said simply. “If that’s okay with both of you. I’m tired of hiding, tired of pretending we’re something we’re not. I want everyone to know—our followers, our friends, everyone—that I love you both.”
The word “love” hung in the air between us, precious and powerful. It was the first time he’d said it so plainly, and I pulled his head back down for another kiss.
“I love you, too.”
Xavier’s face broke into a rare, genuine smile. “Fuck yes,” he said, his arm wrapping around Milo’s waist, pulling him closer to where we sat on the bike. Milo tilted his head and kissed Xavier, too. Watching my men kiss never got old.
“Yes,” I agreed, my voice coming out breathless and small despite my attempt to sound confident. “I love you both, and I want everyone to know.”
“Do it,” I said, reaching for Milo’s hand and squeezing it tight. “Post it. Let everyone see.”
His smile was like the sun breaking through clouds, and I knew in that moment that no matter what came next—what questions we’d face, what judgments or challenges—we would face it together. The three of us, bound by something deeper and more real than I’d ever dared to hope for.
Milo stepped back from us, his smile wide and genuine as he leaned against his Honda.
The golden light caught in his dark hair, highlighting the soft waves he’d been letting grow out.
He pulled out his phone and began editing the footage, his brow furrowed in concentration.
I couldn’t help but watch him work—the way his tongue peeked out slightly at the corner of his mouth, the serious set of his shoulders as he trimmed and adjusted what he’d captured.
This wasn’t just another video for his channel.
This was our declaration, our coming out to the world, and I could see how much it meant to him in every careful swipe of his finger across the screen.
Xavier’s arm wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder as we both watched Milo work. “He’s going to make us look good,” Xavier murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “He always does.”
After a few minutes, Milo looked up. “Ready to hear the caption?”
My stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation as I nodded. This was really happening.
Milo cleared his throat. “‘Some rides take you to places you never expected. For years, I’ve shared videos of bikes, roads, and adventures, but I’ve kept the most important journey private.
Until now. This is Xavier—the mysterious guy you’ve all been curious about.
And this is June, the woman who brought us together in ways we never imagined.
The three of us have found something rare and beautiful, something worth sharing.
Love doesn’t always follow a straight road.
Sometimes the best destinations are the ones you never planned. ’”
Tears pricked at my eyes. For someone who claimed to be better with visuals than words, Milo had captured us—ourunexpected connection, the way we’d found each other when none of us was looking.
“That’s...” I struggled to find the right words. “That’s beautiful, Milo.”
Xavier nodded against my shoulder, his arms tightening around me. “Perfect,” he agreed, his voice rougher than usual.
Milo looked between us, seeking final confirmation. “So I should post it?”
“Yes,” Xavier and I said in unison, then laughed at our synchronicity.
With a deep breath and a tap of his finger, Milo sent our relationship out into the world. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and joined us, sliding his arm around Xavier’s waist, completing our circle.
He grinned down at his phone, then held it up.
“Texted it to my mom and my sister, and they’re rooting for us.
” That gave me an idea. “You know what? Could I have the still photo of it? Maybe the one where you can’t see the motorcycles.
” “Oh shit. You’re not going to text it to your helicopter family, are you?
” Milo asked, sending me a copy of the shot.
“I am!” I said, shooting off the text before I could think too hard about it.
For a few precious minutes, we stood there, watching the sun sink lower toward the distant mountains, painting the sky in vivid oranges and pinks. The warmth of their bodies against mine, the scent of leather and wind-ruffled hair, the quiet joy humming between us—it felt perfect. Complete.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, shattering the moment.
I pulled it out, heart skipping when I saw the caller ID.
My mom. I answered, my heart hammering as I pressed the phone to my ear.
“Hi, Mom.” “June Marie Ashbury.” Her voice came through tight and high-pitched, the way it always did when she was upset.
“What exactly did you just send me?” Xavier and Milo both tensed beside me, their bodies going rigid as they realized what was happening.
I straightened my spine, pushing my glasses up with my free hand—a nervous habit I couldn’t quite break.
“A photo,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse raced.
“Of me with Milo and Xavier. My boyfriends.” “Boyfriends?” The word came out strangled.
“Plural? June, what are you talking about? This is—this is some kind of joke, right?”
“It’s not a joke, Mom.” I felt Xavier’s hand find mine, his fingers threading through mine and squeezing.
The touch grounded me, reminded me why I was doing this.
“I’m in a relationship with both of them.
We’re together. The three of us.” “Together? June, that’s not—that’s not how relationships work.
You can’t just—” She broke off, and I heard her say something muffled to my dad.
Then his voice came through, deeper and more controlled but no less concerned.