“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.
I approached, drinking in the sight of her. I eased her legs apart, exposing the pink, glistening flesh between her thighs. She was drenched and needy, and the knowledge sent a surge of possessive hunger through me.
“Beautiful. You’re a fucking daydream come to life.” I straddled the bike facing backward, my clothed body between her spread legs. I unzipped my fly, freeing my aching cock, giving it a few slow strokes as she watched, her eyes dark with desire.
“Please.” She lifted her hips, inviting me in. “Need you inside me.”
I lined myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. Then, in one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her, feeling her tight walls stretch to accommodate me. She cried out, her back arching off the seat, her hands gripping the edges of the bike.
“Fuck, June.” I was overwhelmed by the sensation of her around me, hot and tight and perfect. “You feel so good.”
I began to move, establishing a rhythm that had the bike rocking slightly beneath us.
Leaning down, I braced my weight on one arm, bringing my face close to hers. She gasped, her hips rising to meet mine, her hands finding my shoulders, pulling me closer.
A movement to my left caught my attention. Milo stood beside the bike, his phone in hand. “Can I take a photo? Just for us,” he said. “For the nights when we’re alone and missing this.”
June shivered, eyes widening as her pussy fluttered around me. “You like being photographed on my cock, baby?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “But only if you send it to me, too.” “Done.” Milopocketed his phone, then stroked her hair. “You look fucking beautiful on his bike, like a goddess.” I shifted, driving deeper into her, making her moan.
“Do you want to suck my cock?” Milo’s voice dropped into that commanding tone that made my own cock throb inside June’s heat.
“I do.” June tilted her head to the side, her cheek pressing against the seat as she reached for him. “Please, Daddy. Need to taste you.”
Milo stepped closer, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock—thick and hard. I wondered what he tasted like, watching as June opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue just a little. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him sliding between her lips, her throat working as she took him deeper.
The visual was obscene, electric—June taking both of us, my cock buried in her pussy while Milo’s disappeared into her mouth. My hips jerked, driving deeper inside her, making her moan around Milo’s length.
I met Milo’s eyes over June’s body. An unspoken communication had been building since that night in the barndominium, since he’d put me over his knee and made me come with just his voice and his hands on my ass.
He leaned forward, one hand on the bike, the other guiding his cock in and out of June’s eager mouth. And then his lips were onmine, kissing me over her body, his tongue sliding against mine in a mirror of the ways our bodies were connected through her.
“This is what we are,” he whispered against my lips. “Bound through her.”
The words sent a shock of recognition through me. Yes, this was what we were—three bodies, three hearts, connected in ways I was only beginning to understand. My pace increased, driving into June with renewed urgency, my hand sliding between us to find her clit, circling it with my thumb.
She writhed beneath us, caught between our bodies, taking us both with desperate enthusiasm. Milo’s hand found mine on her hip, our fingers intertwining as we moved together, finding a rhythm that had June trembling, her body tightening around my cock, her moans vibrating around Milo’s.
