“That’s it, Junie.” Milo’s voice was strained as he approached his own release. “Come for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
I pressed harder against her clit, feeling the way her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around me. “Come on, let go, baby. We’ve got you.”
She came with a muffled scream around Milo’s cock, her body convulsing beneath us, inner walls pulsing around me with enough force to trigger my own release. I groaned, burying myself deep inside her as I came, filling her with pulse after pulse of hot cum.
Above me, Milo tensed, his hand tightening on mine as he found his own release, spilling down June’s throat, her name a ragged sound torn from his lips. She swallowed, her throat working, taking everything he gave her.
We stayed connected and breathless, the only sounds our harsh breathing and the distant call of birds in the trees. Milo withdrew from June’s mouth, tucking himself away. I eased out of her as well.
June caught my breath, her eyes narrowing. “Are you okay?”
I felt heat rise in my cheeks, embarrassment warring with the strange pride I felt at the memory of submitting to Milo. “I’m fine.”
“He’s lying,” Milo said, extending a hand to help June sit up. “His ass is bruised to hell and back.”
June looked between us, confusion giving way to realization. “What happened?”
I cleared my throat, finding it difficult to meet her eyes. “Milo spanked me. Like, um, sexy but not? For being rude to you.”
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. “That’s... that’s hot.”
Milo laughed, pulling her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Thought you might think so.”
Her gaze fixed on me, hungry and curious. “Did you cry? Did you come?”
Her direct questions made my cock stir again despite having just come. “Yes,” I said simply. “To both.”
She made a sound between a whimper and a moan. “I want to see next time,” she said. “I want to watch him spank you and see you come from it.”
The image her words conjured—June watching as Milo bent me over his knee, as I came from the pain and surrender—sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the mountain air on my sweat-damp skin.
“We can replay last night. Just for our girl,” Milo said with a wink.
I wanted to crawl into his lap and offer him my ass right there.
Chapter 14
June
I sat cross-legged onmy 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 itaround 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.
