Page 50 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Arrogant, possessive, and clearly annoyed, Priest was eyeing Nathan as though he were a bug he wanted to crush. But before Priest could say another word, Robbie reminded them all that he was quite capable of crushing that bug himself.

“Was there something else you wanted, Nathan?” Robbie asked.

Nathan’s eyes ping-ponged between the three of them, and Julien made sure to wrap an arm around Robbie’s waist and kiss the side of his neck, making it clear who Robbie was there with tonight.

“If not, do you mind moving?” Robbie said, as he leaned back into Julien and rolled his hips. “I was really looking forward to having both my men’s hands all over me tonight, and you’re in Priest’s way.”

At Robbie’s declaration, Priest’s eyes had a dangerous look. The kind of danger Julien and Robbie loved getting into when it came to Priest.

Nathan stepped out of the way, proving that he did have a brain, and eyed Priest the way a man did when he knew he had no hope. And Priest? It was as though he’d forgotten Nathan was even there.

Priest was all about the men he considered his, and when he ran his finger along Robbie’s lips and said, “Have I mentioned how much I love this feisty mouth of yours?” Julien knew Robbie had no cause to worry. He was about to get both of their hands all over him right now, judging by the look on Priest’s face.

Chapter Fifteen

Tu es si beau, princesse

~ Julien

“WE’RE LEAVING.”

PRIEST’S voice was rough, and his grip tight, as he guided Robbie off the dance floor and toward the closest exit. Julien wasn’t far behind them, as Priest pushed his way through the crowd and out the doors into the steamy night air.

Robbie couldn’t believe what had just happened, and was totally annoyed that Nathan had tried to ruin their date night out. Nothing like an ex to cock-block a situation—and the situation had been Julien grinding all over him and Priest eye-fucking them from across the dance floor.

Things had been hot, and about to get a whole lot hotter, until good old Nathan had to go and ruin everything.

Ugh. If it hadn’t been for the moment when Julien had all but marked him, and Priest had incinerated Nathan with a death glare, Robbie might’ve had to write the whole evening off and ask for a do-over.

As it was, he would file this memory away for whenever he wanted to privately gloat to himself about the night he finally got to tell Nathan to shove it where his sun would no longer shine.

“Priest? Priest, would you slow down a second?” Robbie asked, as Priest marched down the side street. But when Priest didn’t respond, Robbie shook his head. “Okay, so is this like your version of a caveman? Where you drag me away and remind me who I belong to?”

When Priest still said nothing, Robbie continued, “I mean, it’s super hot, don’t get me wrong. But didn’t we park in the other direction? Out on the main road?”

Priest glanced over his shoulder and said in a clipped voice, “Julien? Here.”

Here? Robbie looked at the dark, narrow alcove to Priest’s right that had a boarded-up door and empty bottles on the ground, and was about to ask what the hell Priest was talking about, when—oomph—Robbie found himself pulled off from the street and pushed up against the brick wall.

Priest was on Robbie’s right, closest to the door, and Julien was on his left with his back to the street. The two of them crowded in on either side of Robbie, and his breath left him in a rush.

“Do you know what I hate more than annoying ex-boyfriends getting in my way?” Priest said.

Robbie swallowed as Priest’s scorching gaze zeroed in on his lips. “No…”

“I hate being interrupted when I’m about to taste you.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, I want that, Robbie thought, and he was willing to get down on the filthy ground in his two-hundred-dollar pair of jeans and beg for it. But luckily for him, begging wasn’t required.

Priest reached for his chin, angled his face, and then, without another word, took Robbie’s mouth in a savage kiss. He bit and sucked at Robbie’s lips, and when Robbie opened for him, Priest speared his tongue inside.

Robbie could taste a hint of whiskey on Priest’s tongue, and as Priest tangled with him, he smoothed his hand down to Robbie’s shoulder and tugged him forward until Priest’s back hit the boarded-up door, and Robbie was plastered up against his front.

Robbie put his hands on Priest’s chest and moaned, as he licked into Priest’s mouth and writhed up against his muscled body. Priest’s hand found his ass, and as he hauled Robbie closer, he bucked his hips forward and grunted.

“God, you’re fucking pretty,” Priest said. “It’s probably good I didn’t get my hands on you after watching you grind all over Julien.”

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