I climbed on, settling myself against him, but instead of facing forward as I expected, he turned me so I was sitting sideways in his lap, our helmets set aside on the ground. This close, I could see the flecks of lighter gray in his storm-colored eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw that would leave pleasant burns on my inner thighs later.
“Milo, you getting this?” Xavier called, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Just about ready,” came Milo’s reply. “The light’s perfect.”
I felt Xavier’s cock hardening beneath me as I shifted in his lap, the sensation making heat pool low in my belly. His hands found my hips, steadying me, fingers digging in just enough to send shivers up my spine.
“I think about that time we fucked you over my bike every time I ride,” he admitted, one hand sliding up to cup my face. “Every time I swing my leg over this seat, I remember the way you looked, spread out for me, taking me so deep.”
I leaned forward and captured his mouth with mine, kissing him with all the emotion I couldn’t put into words. His lips were warm, firm, tasting faintly of coffee. He responded immediately, his hand tightening on my hip, pulling me closer as his tongue swept into my mouth.
“Perfect,” I heard Milo say. “I’m starting now. But don’t worry, I’ll edit this together later.”
Xavier might not have heard Milo, because there was another minute before he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. Then, to my surprise, Milo walked into the frame, his camera still recording on the tripod. He approached us with deliberate steps, his eyes warm as they met mine.
“May I?” he asked, and I nodded, not entirely sure what I was agreeing to but trusting him completely.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss that contrasted beautifully with Xavier’s hungry one moments before. Then, as I watched with wide eyes, he turned to Xavier and did the same—kissing him with a tenderness that made my chest ache. Xavier’s hand, still on my hip, tightened briefly, and I felt a tremor run through him.
“Milo,” I said when he pulled back. “Are you planning on publicly declaring our relationship?”
He smiled, that dimpled smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. “Yes,” he said simply. “If that’s okay with both of you. I’m tired of hiding, tired of pretending we’re something we’re not. I want everyone to know—our followers, our friends, everyone—that I love you both.”
The word “love” hung in the air between us, precious and powerful. It was the first time he’d said it so plainly, and I pulled his head back down for another kiss.
“I love you, too.”
Xavier’s face broke into a rare, genuine smile. “Fuck yes,” he said, his arm wrapping around Milo’s waist, pulling him closer to where we sat on the bike. Milo tilted his head and kissed Xavier, too. Watching my men kiss never got old.
“Yes,” I agreed, my voice coming out breathless and small despite my attempt to sound confident. “I love you both, and I want everyone to know.”
“Do it,” I said, reaching for Milo’s hand and squeezing it tight. “Post it. Let everyone see.”
His smile was like the sun breaking through clouds, and I knew in that moment that no matter what came next—what questions we’d face, what judgments or challenges—we would face ittogether. The three of us, bound by something deeper and more real than I’d ever dared to hope for.
Milo stepped back from us, his smile wide and genuine as he leaned against his Honda. The golden light caught in his dark hair, highlighting the soft waves he’d been letting grow out. He pulled out his phone and began editing the footage, his brow furrowed in concentration. I couldn’t help but watch him work—the way his tongue peeked out slightly at the corner of his mouth, the serious set of his shoulders as he trimmed and adjusted what he’d captured. This wasn’t just another video for his channel. This was our declaration, our coming out to the world, and I could see how much it meant to him in every careful swipe of his finger across the screen.
Xavier’s arm wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder as we both watched Milo work. “He’s going to make us look good,” Xavier murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “He always does.”
After a few minutes, Milo looked up. “Ready to hear the caption?”
My stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation as I nodded. This was really happening.
Milo cleared his throat. “‘Some rides take you to places you never expected. For years, I’ve shared videos of bikes, roads, and adventures, but I’ve kept the most important journey private. Until now. This is Xavier—the mysterious guy you’ve all been curious about. And this is June, the woman who brought ustogether in ways we never imagined. The three of us have found something rare and beautiful, something worth sharing. Love doesn’t always follow a straight road. Sometimes the best destinations are the ones you never planned.’”
Tears pricked at my eyes. For someone who claimed to be better with visuals than words, Milo had captured us—ourunexpected connection, the way we’d found each other when none of us was looking.
“That’s...” I struggled to find the right words. “That’s beautiful, Milo.”
Xavier nodded against my shoulder, his arms tightening around me. “Perfect,” he agreed, his voice rougher than usual.
Milo looked between us, seeking final confirmation. “So I should post it?”
“Yes,” Xavier and I said in unison, then laughed at our synchronicity.
With a deep breath and a tap of his finger, Milo sent our relationship out into the world. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and joined us, sliding his arm around Xavier’s waist, completing our circle.
He grinned down at his phone, then held it up. “Texted it to my mom and my sister, and they’re rooting for us.” That gave me an idea. “You know what? Could I have the still photo of it? Maybe the one where you can’t see the motorcycles.” “Oh shit. You’renot going to text it to your helicopter family, are you?” Milo asked, sending me a copy of the shot. “I am!” I said, shooting off the text before I could think too hard about it.
