Page 12 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Robbie’s lips twitched as he sat back in his seat. “Jealous?”

“That’s the nicest word for what I’m feeling right now, yes.”

“Well, there’s no need to be. He broke up with me and fired me a week later. What an asshole. But you two have successfully replaced one of my worst memories with a fantastic one. So thank you for that. Speaking of…” Robbie said, and let his eyes drift back to the clock on the wall, which now read nine fifty-five. “Are you ready to concede that I’ve won?”

“No. It’s not time yet,” Priest said, as he slid one of his hands over Julien’s shoulder, and then bent down to nip at his ear, making Julien’s control come precariously close to its boiling point.

“Are you serious?” Robbie said, and turned his attention back to them in time to see Priest’s hand disappear beneath the table. “I have five minutes until—”

“Putain,” Julien said, and shut his eyes, as Priest wrapped the apron around his cock and stroked.

“You have five minutes until…?” Priest said, and when Julien opened his eyes, he found Robbie’s locked on Priest’s hand—his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed.

“Until I, uh, tell you what I want.”

“And have you decided what that’s going to be?” Priest asked by Julien’s ear, and the rough timbre of his voice tantalized every single one of Julien’s nerve endings.

Robbie’s gaze found Julien’s, and Priest tightened his fist, making Julien’s fingers dig into the table.

“Yes,” Robbie said on a breathy rush of air, as he reached down and finally pressed the heel of his hand to his dick. “Yes, I’ve decided.”

“Then it’s time to tell us, princesse.” Julien groaned as Priest stroked him again. “Because you just won.”

Chapter Four

A princess, a priest, and a very hard prick

walk into a bedroom together…

How would you want this story to end?

My thoughts exactly ~ Robbie

DAMN RIGHT I won, Robbie thought, as he got to his feet and boldly looked over his winnings. With Julien and Priest as his prize, nothing on the damn planet had been going to make him lose, and now? Now it was time to collect.

Ever since Priest had teased him with this game, Robbie had been trying to decide what exactly it was he wanted from them tonight. But it wasn’t until Priest had come back in from the kitchen that it had hit—the perfect idea.

It was something Robbie had never really had the patience for in the past, but since tonight was all about self-restraint, and he’d lasted this long, why not go all the way? Right? Right.

“Priest?” Robbie said, and when Priest’s grey eyes found his, Robbie felt as though he were about to catch fire.

Shit. That look told him one thing: Priest was done holding back on that indomitable self-control of his. His arousal, his pent-up desire? It was on the surface now for Robbie and Julien to see. Well, if Julien ever opened his eyes again. Right now, they were shut tight as Priest continued to work his cock beneath the table.

“Yes, Robert?” Priest said. He was daring Robbie to be the boss tonight, and hell if Robbie wasn’t about to take him up on it.

“Take your husband upstairs. I want to watch you take that apron off him.”

Priest’s eyes flared, and Julien’s finally opened.

“Is that right?” Priest said, as he released his hold on Julien and straightened to his full height.

Robbie nodded as Julien finally stood, and it didn’t escape Robbie’s notice that that apron was doing absolutely nothing to hide Julien’s erection. “Yes. It is.”

Pretty damn pleased with himself, Robbie walked around the table, and was about to head to the stairs when Priest reached for his arm, halting him.

“Then what?” Priest asked, and Robbie stepped in close and pressed a kiss to the corner of Priest’s lips.

“Then I’ll tell you what comes next.” As Robbie moved back, he let his eyes drift between his men and brazenly licked his lips. “But just so you know, it won’t be either of you until I say so.”

Priest scoffed, and the sound was arrogant and so damn sexy that Robbie took a step away, knowing he’d cave in a hot second if Priest ordered him to do something.

But he didn’t. Instead, Priest turned to Julien and said, “You heard the birthday boy, Mr. Thornton.”

Julien smirked, and when his dimple appeared, Robbie added licking it to the top of the list of things he wanted to do tonight.

“Did you put him up to this?” Julien asked, as he looked his husband in the eye.

“I did not,” Priest said. “But I have to admit, I’m liking his direction thus far. Get upstairs, mon cœur, so I can strip you for our princess.”

Robbie’s dick throbbed at the wicked promise in Priest’s voice, but he didn’t linger any longer in the dining room. He took the stairs up to the bedroom two at a time, well aware of the voices still below, and once he was there, he headed around to Priest’s workspace and wheeled the desk chair to the far side of the bed, where he took a seat.

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