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Robbie whimpered but then thrust back on Priest over and over, his ass swallowing the full length now with ease as he used Priest to chase after his orgasm.

Priest gritted his teeth as his own climax threatened, and then he tugged on Robbie’s shoulder until he was leaning back against Priest’s chest and frantically working his length.

Priest released the hand he had trapped on the wall and wound his arm across Robbie’s collarbone, and as he slid in and out of Robbie harder and faster, Robbie cried out and bit down on Priest’s arm as his cum shot out and hit the shower wall.

Robbie gasped, trying to catch his breath, as Priest walked him forward until he was up against the tiles. He then pulled out and stripped the condom off, wedged himself between Robbie’s ass cheeks, and began to rub himself off. Robbie whimpered and writhed under him as though he were getting aroused all over again, and Priest grabbed hold of his waist, dug his fingers in, and, not a second later, came all over Robbie’s smooth ass and back, and then crowded in until his entire front was pressed against Robbie’s cum-covered skin.

As Robbie’s body heaved against his, he turned his head so their eyes met, and the arousal from earlier had now been banked and was replaced with something reflective, something open and honest, that made Priest’s heart thump.

He wanted to know what Robbie was thinking right then, wanted to demand that he tell him, but as he stood there staring into Robbie’s guileless eyes, he found himself backing away.

Today had been a whirlwind of emotions, and Priest didn’t want Robbie to say anything he might regret later, so he took a step back and let their connection be severed.

“Come on. Let me clean you up,” Priest said, and kissed Robbie’s cheek. “It’s been a long week for all of us and we could do with the sleep.”

Robbie’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t protest, nor did he say anything else. He merely did as he was told, all the while watching Priest in a way that made him feel as though Robert Bianchi could see inside his soul—and who knew? Maybe he could.

Chapter Twenty-Three

CONFESSION

Sometimes all it takes is a new perspective

to see light where darkness once lived.

A SET OF warm lips on his temple woke Julien the following morning, and as his eyes opened and a shard of sunlight found him where his head rested on a pillow, a steady thumping began in his head.

“Bonjour, sleepyhead.” Priest’s low voice sounded like it was playing through a megaphone as Julien brought a hand up to his forehead and squinted at the face hovering over his.

“Bonjour,” Julien managed as he sat up, and as he did, the room spun a little and he shut his eyes.

“Easy,” Priest said, as he sat down on the side of the mattress and reached out a steadying hand to Julien’s arm. “You had a rough night. Go slow.”

“Oui,” Julien mumbled, trying to remember it. But everything after arriving at the house was a blur.

Priest gestured to the nightstand and ran a hand down Julien’s arm. “There’s a couple of aspirin there. They’ll help with your head.”

Julien nodded and reached for them and the glass of water. As he swallowed them down, he looked around the guest room he and Priest had stayed in several times before, and when he didn’t spot Robbie, Julien started to panic.

“He’s organizing breakfast,” Priest said. “I couldn’t sleep and ran out early this morning to get us a few things.”

Ah, oui. That sounded like Priest. And just as Julien was about to say that, the pounding in his skull had him shutting his eyes instead. Dieu, how much had he had to drink last night?

“Joel?”

“Yes?” Priest said as he took Julien’s hand in his. “What is it? Are you okay?”

Julien put the glass down on the side table and rubbed at his temple. He hated having to ask this, but since he couldn’t remember, it was the only way. “Oui, I’m fine. I have a horrible headache but I’m assuming that’s self-inflicted and well deserved.”

When Priest didn’t say anything to disagree with that, Julien grimaced. God only knew what he’d said and done last night, but as he sat there and the fog began to lift from his brain, he remembered what had set him off. His parents had bailed on him, and then—then the Grey Goose.

Knowing how he was when he got like this, Julien rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and said, “Did I do anything stupid last night? I can’t remember, and I— Is Robbie okay? Did I ruin this for us?”

Priest shook his head and moved closer on the bed. “First off, you are never stupid.”

Julien arched an eyebrow. “You know what I mean, Joel. This house plus alcohol—it never usually ends well for me.”

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