My cheeks heated at her words, even as my chest expanded with a strange mix of pride and disbelief. It was true. Our channel had exploded in the months since we’d gone public with our relationship. Between sponsored content, ad revenue, and merchandise sales, we were pulling in more than I’d ever imagined possible. Add June’s steady salary from Heleonix, and suddenly a property like this wasn’t just a dream anymore.
“Together,” I repeated, the word settling in my chest like a promise. “Fuck, June. Is this really happening?”
She nodded, eyes bright behind her glasses. “If you want it to be.”
Milo’s hand found mine, squeezing tight. “I want it,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “More than anything.”
And standing there in that perfect barn, with June’s hopeful face and Milo’s warm hand in mine, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.
We surrounded June, Milo on one side and me on the other, our bodies forming a protective circle around her smaller frame. The enormity of what she was offering us—this home, this future, this life together—hit me like a physical blow. I bent down, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo, that lavender and something uniquely June that always centered me.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words still new enough on my tongue that they sent a shiver through me. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” Milo echoed, his voice soft and warm against the vastness of the barn. “Both of you.”
June beamed between us, her green eyes bright behind her glasses. “I love you guys,” she said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it was, now.
She slipped from between us, wandering toward a wooden ladder that led to a lofted space above one end of the barn. “Look up here,” she called, already climbing. “It would make a perfect office space for editing videos. The natural light is incredible, and we could install a proper desk setup along that wall.”
I watched her ascend, admiring the way her skirt shifted as she climbed, revealing glimpses of her thigh-high tights. The arousal that had been simmering since the truck ride suddenly roared back to life. I glanced at Milo and found his eyes dark with the same hunger, fixed on the same view.
Before I could make a move, Milo’s hand was on my shoulder, firm and insistent. He spun me to face him, backing me against a support beam with deliberate steps. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue pushing past my lips as his body pressed against mine.
“On your knees,” he growled when he finally broke the kiss, his voice rough with desire.
I sank down without hesitation, the concrete cold and hard beneath me. This was still new enough to be thrilling—the way I responded to his commands, the rush that came with surrendering control. My hands went to his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper I’d been playing with in the truck.
Milo’s cock sprang free, hard and thick, and my mouth watered at the sight. I’d never imagined I’d crave the taste of another man, but now I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Prep me,” he ordered, his fingers threading through my hair. “Get me ready to fuck our girl.”
I took him in my mouth eagerly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the salt-musk taste that was uniquely Milo. His grip tightened in my hair as I worked him deeper, relaxing my throat the way he’d taught me. The soft groan that escaped him sent a surge of pride through me—I’d done that, pulled that sound from him with my mouth, my submission.
“Fuck, X,” he breathed, his hips pushing forward slightly. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my hands coming up to grip his thighs for balance. I could feel my own cock straining painfully against my jeans, but I ignored it, focused entirely on giving Milo pleasure.
A small gasp from above made us both freeze. I pulled back slightly, Milo’s cock still between my lips, and looked up to see June standing at the base of the ladder. Her eyes were wide behind her glasses, her lips parted in surprise, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
“I hope there aren’t security cameras in here,” she murmured, but she was already moving toward us, her steps quick and purposeful.
Milo grinned, not releasing his hold on my hair. “Come here,” he commanded, and she obeyed instantly, sliding into his embrace.
I watched as they kissed, Milo’s free hand cupping June’s face with a tenderness that contrasted with the firm grip he maintained on my head. June melted against him, her body arching in a way that was so familiar, so perfect it made my chest ache.
Milo broke the kiss and guided her closer to me, his hand still in my hair. June reached down, her small fingers joining his, holding me in place as I continued to work Milo’s cock with my tongue and lips.
“He’s getting so good at this,” Milo told her, his voice low and intimate. “Almost as good as he is with your pussy.”
June’s breath caught, and I felt a tremor run through her hand. Milo’s free hand slid down her body, bunching her skirt as it moved, revealing more of those thigh-high tights that drove us both crazy.
“Fuck,” Milo breathed, his cock twitching against my tongue. “No panties? Were you planning this all along, baby?”
June smiled, that mix of shyness and confidence that was so uniquely her. “I wanted to be prepared. In case you liked the place.”
Milo turned her gently, positioning her in front of me. I released his cock reluctantly, already knowing what he wanted. I hooked one hand behind June’s knee, lifting her leg over my shoulder as Milo pushed her skirt up to her waist. The sight of her pussy, already wet and glistening, made me groan with need.
I didn’t wait for instructions, just leaned forward and ran my tongue through her folds, tasting her familiar sweetness. She gasped, her hand flying to my hair, nails scraping my scalp as I found her clit and circled it with the tip of my tongue.
