“That’s exactly what I was doing,” she said, her voice matter-of-fact but her eyes sparkling with mischief. “The book is extremely effective at that. Though not as effective as thinking about what happened in my shower on Saturday.”
That was June—no games, no hidden meanings, just straight to the fucking point. The first time she’d done it, I’d been caught off guard. The fifth time, charmed. By now, it was one of my favorite things about her.
“You’ve been thinking about us all day?” I asked, settling beside her on the swing while X leaned against the porch railing, his eyes never leaving her face.
“Not all day,” she clarified, missing the point. “I had a meeting about the new motor housing design that required my full attention. But since I got home...” She adjusted her glasses, and I caught the slight flush spreading across her cheeks. “Yes. Thinking about you. About both of you. I think I’d like you to kiss me now. And touch me.”
X’s smile was slow and dangerous, all predator. “Show us,” he said, nodding toward the door.
June stood, tucking her book under her arm, then turned and walked inside.
I followed, already half-hard, caught in the gravitational pull of them both. This wasn’t just about sex anymore. I was orbiting them, getting closer with each revolution, burning up in their atmosphere. And God help me, I didn’t want it to stop.
The door barely closed behind us before we were on June, our hands greedy, tugging at clothes, hungry for skin. I backed her against the wall, my mouth finding hers while Xavier worked at her cardigan buttons, his knuckles brushing against my chest as we tangled together in the dimly lit entryway. She made a soft, desperate sound against my lips, her fingers clutching at my jacket, and I felt myself hardening just from that noise, from the way she surrendered herself so completely to the moment, to us.
“Upstairs,” she gasped between kisses, her glasses askew, her eyes wide and dark with want. “Bedroom.”
We stumbled up the staircase, a tangle of limbs and half-shed clothing. I watched Xavier ahead of me, his hand in June’s, the muscles in his back shifting beneath his t-shirt as he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. I’d seen him shirtless a thousand times before, but tonight, with June’s words about her dirty books still echoing in my ears, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the lean lines of his body, the ridges of his spine, the scars that mapped stories I only knew pieces of.
June’s bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows across rumpled sheets and stacks of books. She turned to face us, her cardigan and tank already gone, standing in just her bra and skirt, her skin flushed pink with desire. I moved behind her while Xavier stepped forward, crowding her until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
“Off,” Xavier growled, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and dragging it down her thighs. She lifted her hips, helping, and then she was sprawled before us in nothing but simple cotton panties and a bra that somehow looked sexier than any fancy lingerie I’d ever seen.
I unhooked her bra while Xavier tugged her panties down, both of us working like we’d been doing this for years instead of days. Her breasts spilled into my hands, soft and perfect, and I couldn’t resist bending to kiss the nape of her neck, inhaling the clean scent of her shampoo mixed with the heady aroma of arousal.
Xavier’s hand slipped between her legs, and he groaned, loud and appreciative. “Fuck, June. You weren’t kidding about beingwet.” His fingers glistened in the lamplight as he pulled them back to show me. “She’s fucking drenched.”
I cupped her breasts from behind, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I whispered in her ear, watching Xavier’s face over her shoulder. “What were you reading that got you so worked up, baby? Must have been something filthy to get you this wet.”
She squirmed between us, her ass pressing back against my cock, which was still trapped in my jeans. “It was...” she hesitated, then in typical June fashion, just blurted it out. “The two guys were fucking.”
My hands stilled on her breasts. Xavier’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, something dangerous and electric passing between us.
“Two guys, huh?” Xavier’s voice dropped lower, rougher. “Anyone specific you were picturing?”
June laughed, the sound breathless and a little nervous. “I was... I was picturing you two, obviously. Always you two.”
My cock throbbed painfully. I tried to focus on June, on the soft skin beneath my hands, on peppering kisses down her throat, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking at Xavier again. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and there was something in his expression I’d never seen before—or maybe had never let myself see.
“Did thinking about us fucking make you hot, June?” Xavier asked, his fingers still working between her legs, drawing small, desperate sounds from her throat.
“Of course,” she laughed, the sound dissolving into a moan as Xavier’s thumb found her clit. “My two favorite guys grinding against each other? Yes, please.”
I shifted behind her, trying to adjust myself, and my cock pressed against the small of her back. She went very still, then twisted to look at me over her shoulder, those green eyes piercing through her slightly fogged glasses.
“Do you want to touch him, Milo?” she asked, that blunt, direct way of speaking that somehow cut straight through all my carefully constructed defenses. “Kiss him?”
The question hung in the air, heavy with possibility. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words as years of repressed desire threatened to overwhelm me. Xavier’s lips curved into that dangerous half-smile I knew so well, the one that flashed on his lips right before he was about to do something reckless.
He leaned across June’s body, his hand sliding around the back of my neck. I froze, heart hammering against my ribs so hard I thought they might crack. Then his lips were on mine, and the world tilted on its axis.
His mouth was nothing like I’d imagined. He tasted of coffee and mint, his stubble scratching against my chin in a way that sent electricity shooting straight to my groin. It was difficult toremind myself that it was just for June, just to turn her on. Then his tongue slipped past my lips, and I was lost.
I groaned into his mouth, my arm snaking around his waist, pulling him closer, taking control as I devoured his mouth, biting his bottom lip, sucking on his tongue. June’s warm body still trapped between us. He kissed like he did everything else—with absolute confidence and an edge of danger. I kissed him back with everything I’d been holding in, years of wanting, of looking away, of telling myself he was just my friend, my brother, nothing more. I wrapped a hand around his throat and held him pinned as I took exactly what I wanted, and instead of pulling away, he moaned into my mouth, pressing closer.
When I finally pulled back, his lips were wet and swollen from my teeth, his eyes dark with something close to hunger. “You like that?” he asked, his voice rough. “Kissing me make you hot, Milo?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool even as my entire body hummed with need. “I’m bisexual, X. And you’re fucking beautiful. So yeah, that was hot.”
