Epilogue #2
And standing there in that perfect barn, with June’s hopeful face and Milo’s warm hand in mine, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.
We surrounded June, Milo on one side and me on the other, our bodies forming a protective circle around her smaller frame.
The enormity of what she was offering us—this home, this future, this life together—hit me like a physical blow.
I bent down, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo, that lavender and something uniquely June that always centered me.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words still new enough on my tongue that they sent a shiver through me. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” Milo echoed, his voice soft and warm against the vastness of the barn. “Both of you.”
June beamed between us, her green eyes bright behind her glasses. “I love you guys,” she said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it was, now.
She slipped from between us, wandering toward a wooden ladder that led to a lofted space above one end of the barn.
“Look up here,” she called, already climbing.
“It would make a perfect office space for editing videos. The natural light is incredible, and we could install a proper desk setup along that wall.”
I watched her ascend, admiring the way her skirt shifted as she climbed, revealing glimpses of her thigh-high tights. The arousal that had been simmering since the truck ride suddenly roared back to life. I glanced at Milo and found his eyes dark with the same hunger, fixed on the same view.
Before I could make a move, Milo’s hand was on my shoulder, firm and insistent. He spun me to face him, backing me against a support beam with deliberate steps. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue pushing past my lips as his body pressed against mine.
“On your knees,” he growled when he finally broke the kiss, his voice rough with desire.
I sank down without hesitation, the concrete cold and hard beneath me. This was still new enough to be thrilling—the way I responded to his commands, the rush that came with surrendering control. My hands went to his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper I’d been playing with in the truck.
Milo’s cock sprang free, hard and thick, and my mouth watered at the sight. I’d never imagined I’d crave the taste of another man, but now I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Prep me,” he ordered, his fingers threading through my hair. “Get me ready to fuck our girl.”
I took him in my mouth eagerly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the salt-musk taste that was uniquely Milo.
His grip tightened in my hair as I worked him deeper, relaxing my throat the way he’d taught me.
The soft groan that escaped him sent a surge of pride through me—I’d done that, pulled that sound from him with my mouth, my submission.
“Fuck, X,” he breathed, his hips pushing forward slightly. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my hands coming up to grip his thighs for balance. I could feel my own cock straining painfully against my jeans, but I ignored it, focused entirely on giving Milo pleasure.
A small gasp from above made us both freeze. I pulled back slightly, Milo’s cock still between my lips, and looked up to see June standing at the base of the ladder. Her eyes were wide behind her glasses, her lips parted in surprise, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
“I hope there aren’t security cameras in here,” she murmured, but she was already moving toward us, her steps quick and purposeful.
Milo grinned, not releasing his hold on my hair. “Come here,” he commanded, and she obeyed instantly, sliding into his embrace.
I watched as they kissed, Milo’s free hand cupping June’s face with a tenderness that contrasted with the firm grip he maintained on my head. June melted against him, her body arching in a way that was so familiar, so perfect it made my chest ache.
Milo broke the kiss and guided her closer to me, his hand still in my hair. June reached down, her small fingers joining his, holding me in place as I continued to work Milo’s cock with my tongue and lips.
“He’s getting so good at this,” Milo told her, his voice low and intimate. “Almost as good as he is with your pussy.”
June’s breath caught, and I felt a tremor run through her hand. Milo’s free hand slid down her body, bunching her skirt as it moved, revealing more of those thigh-high tights that drove us both crazy.
“Fuck,” Milo breathed, his cock twitching against my tongue. “No panties? Were you planning this all along, baby?”
June smiled, that mix of shyness and confidence that was so uniquely her. “I wanted to be prepared. In case you liked the place.”
Milo turned her gently, positioning her in front of me.
I released his cock reluctantly, already knowing what he wanted.
I hooked one hand behind June’s knee, lifting her leg over my shoulder as Milo pushed her skirt up to her waist. The sight of her pussy, already wet and glistening, made me groan with need.
I didn’t wait for instructions, just leaned forward and ran my tongue through her folds, tasting her familiar sweetness. She gasped, her hand flying to my hair, nails scraping my scalp as I found her clit and circled it with the tip of my tongue.
Milo moved behind her, his hands on her hips, steadying her as I continued to taste her. I felt more than saw him line up his cock, wet from my mouth, and push into her with one smooth thrust. June cried out, her body jerking forward with the force of it, driving her pussy harder against my mouth.
I adjusted my angle, keeping my tongue on her clit as Milo began to fuck her with deep, measured strokes.
Each thrust pushed her forward, increasing the pressure against my tongue.
I could see Milo’s cock sliding in and out of her, and occasionally I darted my tongue lower, tasting them both where they joined.
“Fuck, yes,” Milo groaned, his pace increasing. “Lick us both, X. That’s it.”
I obeyed eagerly, alternating between June’s clit and quick swipes along Milo’s shaft as he pushed into her. The dual tastes of them mingled on my tongue—June’s sweetness and Milo’s salt-musk, combining into something intoxicating.
June was trembling above me, her legs shaking with the effort of staying upright as pleasure built. I knew she was close—could read it in the pitch of her moans, the way her fingers tightened in my hair.
“I’m coming,” Milo warned, his rhythm faltering. “Fuck, June, I’m gonna fill you up.”
He slammed into her one final time, holding deep as he pulsed inside her. I felt June clench against my tongue, her own orgasm washing through her as Milo filled her. They clung to each other, shaking through the aftershocks, while I continued to lap gently at her sensitive flesh.
When Milo finally pulled out, his cum began to leak from June. I caught it eagerly with my tongue, cleaning her with long, thorough strokes that had her shivering all over again.
“My turn,” I said, rising to my feet and unfastening my jeans. My cock was painfully hard, leaking pre-cum, desperate for release.
Milo held June steady, her legs still weak from her orgasm, as I positioned myself at her entrance. I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at the hot, wet heat of her, the added slickness of Milo’s cum making the glide effortless.
“God, X,” she gasped, her head falling back against Milo’s shoulder. “You feel so good.”
I captured her mouth with mine, letting her taste herself and Milo on my tongue as I began to move inside her. Milo held her securely, one arm around her waist, the other across her chest, supporting her as I fucked her with increasingly desperate thrusts.
It didn’t take long—I’d been on edge since the truck ride, and the taste of both of them still lingered on my tongue. I came with a strangled cry, burying myself deep inside June, my vision going white at the edges as pleasure crashed through me.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, connected, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat despite the chill in the air. Then, carefully, I pulled out, tucking myself away as Milo lowered June to her feet.
She straightened her skirt with shaking hands, her cheeks flushed and hair mussed, looking thoroughly and beautifully debauched. “So,” she said, her voice still breathy, “do you guys like it? The property, I mean.”
Milo laughed, the sound echoing in the vast space of the barn. “Fuck yes, we like it. We fucking love it.”
“And you,” I added, pulling her close for another kiss. “We love you. This is perfect. All of it.”
We adjusted our clothes and continued exploring the barn, making plans as we walked—where the tool bench would go, how we’d set up the bikes for filming, the perfect spot for June’s engineering corner.
Our voices bounced off the high ceiling, filling the space with possibilities, with futures, with promises neither of us had ever thought we’d be worthy of making.
But here we were, making them anyway. Together.