Page 53 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

With that thought in mind, Robbie popped the locks of his car and climbed inside. As he cranked the AC on high, he tossed his bag on the passenger seat and sent off a quick text to Elliot to make sure he was on his way.

Once he was all buckled in and his phone was in the mount, Robbie flicked on his lights, put his car in reverse, and headed down the narrow street behind the bar to the main road. As he sat there waiting for a break in the traffic, his phone started to ring, and when he saw who it was, he grinned.

It’d been nearly two weeks since the three of them had gone to Oshkosh, and with his weekend off approaching once again, they’d been debating on whether to go out and visit one of the local wineries before it got too cold to go anywhere at all.

Robbie thought it was a fabulous idea. Julien, Priest, and copious amounts of wine? Count me in. Plus, it was also a do-over from that one time they all were there, but not really. He liked the idea of revisiting the hotel where Julien and Priest had decided to make him theirs, and let them, well…make him theirs.

“Good evening, Mr. Priestley,” Robbie said. “How are you doing tonight?”

Priest’s chuckle made Robbie smile, and as he caught a break in traffic, he merged onto the main road.

“I’m doing well, sweetheart. How are you?”

Great now, Robbie thought. I love it when he calls me that. “I’m doing good. You caught me, though. I’m heading out to meet another man for dinner.”

“Is that right?”

“It is…”

“Hmm, well, if I were an insecure man—”

Robbie snorted, but Priest kept talking despite the interruption.

“—I might be inclined to ask who. But since you woke up this morning with me inside you, I’m feeling pretty—”

“Arrogant?” Robbie said, even as he squirmed a little in his seat at the memory.

“I was going to say…confident.”

Robbie made a turn at the light and was glad he was on his own with the ridiculous grin that curved his lips. “Whatever. Arrogant. Confident. Priest. The three words all mean the same thing and fit.”

“How about lucky? That word fits too. Since we all got lucky this morning.”

Yes, we did, Robbie thought, as his mind wandered back to the way Julien had stretched out in front of him and watched as Priest had taken Robbie nice and—

“You’re going to meet Elliot tonight, aren’t you?”

—slow. “Huh?”

“Robert, are you driving?”

“Uh, yes, sorry.”

“How about you pay attention, then. I’d hate you to—”

“Oh shit,” Robbie said, as red and blue lights caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “A cop is pulling me over. Ugh. I must’ve been speeding without even realizing it. Great.”

Robbie’s heart began to hammer and his palms started to sweat, which was ridiculous, because all he likely did was break the speed limit. He flicked on his indicator and pulled his car over to the side of the road.

“Just stay calm and don’t talk too much,” Priest said.

Um, hello, did Priest forget who he was talking to?

“Yes or no answers only. Or silence. Silence works too,” Priest continued. “That way, if you need to fight a fine—”

“A fine?”

“A speeding ticket,” Priest said. “There’s nothing incriminating to hold against you.”

“Shit. This is not making me feel very confident right now,” Robbie said, and turned off the engine.

“You’re going to be fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. Call me as soon as he’s gone. Okay?”

Robbie let out a sigh. “Okay. Oh, Priest?”

“Yes?”

“Can you call Elliot and tell him I’m going to be late?”

“Yes. Now hang up and remember, don’t try and explain yourself and don’t talk too much.”

Robbie rolled his eyes and ended the call, then he wound down the window and placed his hands on the steering wheel. With his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, he told himself to stay calm as the police officer got out of his car and started toward him.

I did nothing wrong, except maybe speed a little. I have nothing to worry about. Stay calm.

“Good evening, officer,” Robbie said as a flashlight found him and he tried for his best smile.

“Good evening. I’m Officer Bailey. Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?”

Robbie thought about what Priest had said to him—yes or no answers—and since he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he’d been speeding, Robbie shook his head. “No, sir.”

“You were speeding. I clocked you doing fifty-five. Could I see your license and registration, please?”

Shit. Damn Priest for distracting me. “Uh, my license is in my bag.”

“Okay. You can proceed.”

Robbie reached into his messenger bag, grabbed his wallet, and then pulled his registration from the glove box. He handed Officer Bailey both items, and as he shined the flashlight over them, Robbie put his hands back on the wheel where they could be seen.

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