Page 2 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

“Did you now?”

“Mhmm.”

“Then why aren’t you in them?” Julien said as his eyes shifted to Robbie’s purple shorts with white flamingos.

Robbie grinned. “I just got home, Mr. Thornton. At least let me come and say hello before I get naked. Sheesh. Anyone would think you only want me for my body.”

Julien sat forward and tapped Robbie’s nose. “Then they would be stupid. I want you for many reasons, princesse. One of which, I can’t deny, is your lovely body.”

Robbie bit down on his lip as Julien ran a finger down the center of Robbie’s naked chest. Then he reached for Robbie’s arm and raised it, looking at the new leather strap that was wound around his right wrist. “Do you like?”

Julien stroked his fingers over the braided leather and nodded. “I do. It’s beautiful.”

“Right?” Robbie said, and looked down at the present Elliot had given him. “I’d been looking at it forever. I can’t believe he remembered.”

“I’m not surprised. He’s a good friend.”

“Yes, well, I suppose he is,” Robbie said. “Despite how much crap he gave me for finally turning the big three-oh.”

“But can you blame him, princesse? You barely look a day older than twenty-five.”

“Well, okay. I’ll take that,” Robbie said, preening from the compliment, even though he wasn’t really bothered at turning thirty. In fact, as far as he was concerned, this was the start of a brand-new Robert Bianchi.

That’s right, bitches. Best decade ever, coming right up.

“Where’s Priest?” Robbie said. “He promised me he wasn’t going to work this weekend.”

“And I’m not.”

Robbie looked over his shoulder to see Joel Priestley—the missing person from this conversation—walking across the deck toward them in a pair of hunter-green board shorts and a black tank that showed off the musculature of his arms. He had flip-flops on, a pair of sunglasses in place, and, as the sunlight caught his hair, he rendered the two men staring at him mute.

Priest came to a stop by Robbie, leaned down, pressed a kiss to Robbie’s lips, and said, “I was in the bathroom changing my clothes so I could go for a swim.”

“Well, you didn’t have to put on shorts for my benefit,” Robbie said. “You could’ve just stripped. Or better yet, you could’ve waited and let me unwrap you. I mean, it is my job and my birthday.”

“You weren’t here, and it’s not your birthday yet,” Priest reminded him. “You told us August eleventh at ten in the evening.”

“Of course you remember that.”

“Of course I do,” Priest said. “There’s nothing forgettable about you.”

Robbie’s stomach flipped at the offhand comment. Would he ever get used to people loving him the way that these two did? As though it was as natural to them as breathing? Robbie wasn’t sure. It still felt so…unreal to him.

“Oh, and Julien,” Priest said, as he removed his top. “You do know that tormenting the two of us by lying around in those swim shorts every day is eventually going to catch up with you, yes?”

Robbie’s cock went from alert to rock hard in an instant at that threat. Not to mention the look in Priest’s eyes as they trailed down over his husband. Robbie turned to look at the man stretched out behind him, and when Julien pushed his sunglasses onto his head, the heated look in that jade stare had Robbie palming himself.

“I sure hope so, mon amour. I’m certainly not wearing them for my benefit.”

“Uh huh,” Priest said, and Robbie let out a soft moan and got to his feet.

After hours away from these two, Robbie wanted to strip right there and demand that someone do something to him, or vice versa. But with the afternoon sun blazing, he didn’t think any of them relished the idea of getting a sunburn where they’d rather…mmm not. So the best course of action was to go and get changed so he could get in the damn pool.

“I’ll be back up in a minute,” Robbie said as he walked by Priest and trailed his fingers across his chest. “I’m going to go and change into my new swim shorts.”

“Mm, you do that,” Priest said, and then looked down at Julien. “And now that the birthday boy is home, why don’t we kick off the afternoon right? Let me go get us a drink before I get in the pool.”

“Oh, I can do that,” Julien said, but Priest bent down and kissed his mouth. “You stay put. If you come downstairs, none of us will come back up.”

“You’re probably right,” Julien agreed. “Hurry back, then.”

“With you waiting up here dressed like that?” Robbie said. “Count on it.”

PRIEST SWATTED ROBBIE on the ass as the door shut behind them and they headed downstairs. Robbie disappeared into the bedroom, and Priest continued down until he was in the kitchen making all three of them a sangria.

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