Page 3 of Julien (Confessions 2)

“What were you thinking?”

“I can’t think about anything when you’re doing that. Putain.” Julien arched his head back into the pillow, as he thrust his hips off the bed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Jamais,” Julien said, panting.

Priest began to move his hand up and down Julien’s erection, and then he sucked on Julien’s lower lip. “Why were you thinking about that night? Surely we have more memorable ones.”

“We have many,” Julien said, as his eyes found Priest’s. “But I was thinking about how glad I was that I kicked that police officer in the shins.”

Priest’s hand stopped its movement, his eyes narrowing a fraction. “I didn’t know that,” he said, and Julien craned his head up to kiss Priest’s serious mouth.

“Oui. He was going to let me go that night with a warning. But I… Dieu que c’est bon.”

“But you?”

“I wanted to see you again.”

“Even if it meant jail?”

“Even if it meant jail,” Julien said. “I wanted you to come for me.”

“Jesus. I always forget what a reprobate you were when we first met. So much fucking trouble.”

Julien wound his arms around Priest’s neck. “Like you’re a saint. Tell me, did you make Robbie wait until after you came before you sucked his cock tonight, or—”

“How can you be sure I sucked his cock?”

“Because, mon amour,” Julien said, as he flicked his tongue over Priest’s lower lip, “I can taste him on you.”

Priest tossed back the sheet and moved his way down Julien’s body.

“I find that I’m in the mood to focus on things other than myself tonight. Sucking Robert off was a great distraction, and from my experience, our princess mixes very well with something French.”

Once Priest was on his stomach between Julien’s thighs, he ran his tongue up the underside of Julien’s shaft, well on his way to blocking out his problems with something more pleasurable. “Let’s see if that’s still accurate.”

And all Julien managed as Priest lowered his mouth down over him was “Oui… Let’s.”

ROBBIE BIANCHI STOOD in the steamy shower stall with his eyes shut and his head tipped down, as warm water sluiced over his tired muscles. It felt ah-mazing against his stiff neck and shoulders, and after the week he’d had, he was enjoying the few solitary minutes he had to himself.

Not that he wanted to be alone. Oh, hell no. Not when the alternative was to belong to the two men in the room next door. But when he’d made the spur-of-the-moment decision tonight to accept Julien and Priest’s invitation to live with them, Robbie had expected to knock on their door and then crawl in bed between them. Instead, he’d walked into a situation he hadn’t expected or understood—and, quite frankly, he still didn’t. All he knew was that whatever it was, it had left Priest broodier than usual and Julien visibly stressed.

Robbie wiped the water away from his eyes and then reached for one of the bottles of body wash and flicked open the lid. As he brought it up under his nose, he took in a deep breath, and the scent that enveloped him was all Julien.

Mmm mm mmm. Robbie remembered that scent well. But considering the visual that accompanied it, that was hardly surprising. Julien’s leg… Over his shoulder… His nose burrowed in the short curls surrounding his French boyfriend’s cock. Not to mention the way Priest had deliciously laid claim to his husband at the same time Robbie had been giving Julien head.

It was, hands down, one of the hottest moments of Robbie’s life, and one he’d memorized and relived about a hundred times since—in private, of course.

He grinned at the memory and felt a little giddy over the fact that he could now think of Julien and Priest as his, then he poured some of the gel into his palm and began to rub it all over his body.

As he soaped up, Robbie realized for the first time since he’d arrived that he was completely and utterly relaxed. He knew a lot of that had to do with the orgasm Priest had just given him before heading back to bed. But he was also aware it had to do with this new sense of purpose he was feeling.

These two men—his two men—had invited Robbie deeper into their world tonight. It was clear that Priest had gotten some troubling news this evening. But instead of telling Robbie that now wasn’t the time to discuss moving in, Julien had opened their door and told him, with an honesty Robbie was coming to admire and respect, that Priest had needed him—him, Robbie Bianchi—and then sent him off to go and help their man…

ROBBIE WALKED INTO Julien and Priest’s—and wow, my—bedroom, and heard the faint sound of water lapping up against the bathtub. He stared for a moment at the crumpled sheets on the massive bed and wondered what exactly had been so upsetting that it had pulled both of these men from their sleep, since he now knew it hadn’t been him.

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