“Jesus, June, why are you looking at me like that?” Xavier’s voice pulled me from my trance. He was staring at me with a mixture of confusion and something darker, more heated.
I blinked, realizing I’d been practically gaping at the screen. “Like what?”
“Like I’m performing fucking brain surgery instead of just riding a motorcycle.”
“You’re not ‘just’ riding a motorcycle,” I corrected him, unable to keep the admiration from my voice. “You’re providing invaluable feedback on a prototype that could revolutionize electric vehicle dynamics. Your instinctive understanding of balance, torque, and weight distribution is allowing me to make engineering adjustments that I couldn’t have identified without your expertise.”
Milo chuckled. “She means you look hot on the bike, X.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “That’s—well, yes, that too, obviously.” I adjusted my glasses, which didn’t need adjusting. “But I meant what I said about the expertise.”
“Your confidence in us is borderline delusional,” Xavier said, his eyes fixed on the screen rather than me. “We’re just guys who like to ride. That doesn’t make us experts.”
“But you are experts,” I insisted, turning toward him. “Just because you didn’t get your expertise from a university doesn’t make it less valid. “
Xavier rolled his eyes, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth that hinted at suppressed pleasure. “Whatever you say, Professor June.”
“I just have faith in you,” I said simply. “In both of you. I don’t know how to explain it more than that.”
“You don’t have to explain it,” Milo said, his hand finding mine and squeezing gently. “It feels good to have someone believe in us like that.”
The footage transitioned to Milo’s test ride. Where Xavier rode like he was challenging the laws of physics, Milo moved with a flowing grace that made the machine seem like an extension of his body. There was something hypnotic about the way he leaned into turns, his body position perfect, his movements economical and precise.
“You guys approach riding so differently,” I observed, fascinated by the contrast. “Xavier, you’re like... you’re pushing at boundaries, testing limits. And Milo, you’re more... harmonious? Like you’re working with the bike rather than demanding things from it.”
“X likes to bend the universe to his will,” Milo agreed with a grin. “I prefer to collaborate with it.”
“Both approaches are valuable,” I said, watching as on-screen Milo completed his lap and pulled up beside Xavier. The camera caught them with their heads bent together as they compared notes, Milo gesturing about something while Xavier nodded, his focus intense. “That’s why together, you’re the perfect test team. You cover different aspects of the riding experience.”
My body felt warm as I watched them, a pleasant tension coiling low in my belly. It wasn’t just physical attraction—though that was certainly part of it. There was something profoundly arousing about watching them in their element, demonstrating skills I couldn’t possess, speaking a language I was only beginning to understand.
“God, you’re sexy on the bike,” I blurted out, then immediately felt my face flame. I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
Milo smirked. “I think Junie’s getting wet from watching us ride. What’s that called, a competence kink?”
“I do not have a kink,” I protested automatically, then paused to analyze the evidence. “I just like watching you.”
Feeling needy, I crawled into Xavier’s lap and set the fidget aside as he reached for me and hauled me close, touching me in exactly the way I liked. I leaned down and kissed him, grinding against his cock, suddenly desperate for both of my men inside me. My very competent men who were very sexy on their motorcycles. I reached for Milo and he closed his laptop and moved towards us, his hand heavy on my back as he leaned in for a kiss of his own.
Chapter 15
Milo
“Hmm. This guy’s explainingthe prostate in detail. Like, scientifically.” Xavier was supposed to be doing our social media interactions, but he seemed a little sidetracked. Or a lot sidetracked.
I glanced up long enough to see some ripped fitness influencer gesturing at a diagram of the male anatomy, his muscles flexing as he explained the ideal angle for prostate stimulation, then talked, euphemistically, about how much he loved a big cock stuffed up his ass.Xavier tilted his head. “Would you fuck this guy?” His eyes were locked on the screen, his expression a mixture of fascination and something darker, more hungry.
“Since when are you so interested in ass play tutorials?” I asked, trying not to get too horny. “Thought you were supposed to be helping with social media engagement?”
“I am,” Xavier said, shifting position for the hundredth time. We were both sprawled across June’s couch while she worked in her office, and he couldn’t seem to sit still. “I’ve responded to all the comments. Added hashtags to the last three posts, followed back the hot girls, and commented on a few dozen posts in our niche.”“Good boy,” I said, watching how Xavier responded to the praise.
“So what’s it like?” Xavier asked. “Getting fucked. Having a cock up your ass.” He said it casually, like he was asking about the weather, but his eyes gave him away—intense, focused, hungry for the answer.
“I wouldn’t know.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? You’re bi and you’ve never been with a guy?”
“I’ve been with men, but being bi doesn’t automatically mean I’ve tried every possible sexual configuration,” I said. “I’ve fingered guys before. Fucked them. Ate them out. Just never been on the receiving end.”
