Page 62 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Julien put his hands on Priest’s chest. “We made it special for him. The place was all Sofia. But I have a feeling we could’ve asked him down at a jail and he still would’ve said yes.”

Priest wrapped his arms around Julien’s waist and kissed him softly, slowly, until Julien’s hands slid over his shoulders and his fingers found Priest’s hair.

“Je t’aime, Joel,” he said against Priest’s lips. “So much.”

Priest ran his hands up Julien’s back as he kissed his way to his ear. “I love you. You make everything in my world make sense. You make all of us make sense.”

Julien caught Priest’s lips again in a kiss full of love, full of forever, a kiss that only got better with time, and when they pulled apart, he brought his hand down along Priest’s cheek and traced a thumb across his lips.

“Let me go and get out of this uniform and wash up a little,” Julien said. “There’s that small en suite at the front, and after cooking this afternoon, I’m—”

“Perfect?” Priest said, as Julien stepped back, their hands still linked.

“You’re biased.”

“I’m right. I bet Robert would agree.”

As Julien let go of one of his hands and was about to free the other, Priest pulled him back in and kissed him again, more in love with his Frenchman than he ever had been.

Julien started to laugh and pushed him away. “Quit it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Give me ten minutes and you can kiss me all you like. Not all of us could shower and change before we got here tonight.”

Priest let him go. “Fine, leave me.”

“Never.” Julien backed out of the kitchen, and as he reached the door, he said, “Not ever.”

Priest rinsed and washed the wine glasses, then cleaned up the rest of the kitchen and flicked off the light. As he made his way through to the bedroom, he checked the doors were locked, and the lights outside were turned off. He could hear the shower still running down the hall, and knew he wouldn’t have much longer until Robbie appeared. So Priest switched on the bedside lamps, pulled the covers back, and went about getting undressed.

Tonight couldn’t have gone better. When Sofia had told them about the place and Julien suggested they see if it was still around, Priest could never have imagined what they’d found.

The new owners had renovated the cottage to what it was today—a secluded, romantic oasis for honeymooners or special getaways, and tonight, an engagement fit for a princess. It’d been perfect, in every single way.

Priest folded his pants and shirt over the chaise longue in the room, and once he was stripped down to his boxer briefs, he put a bottle of lube under the pillow and got into bed. He and Julien had left Robbie a little gift with his toiletries tonight, and Priest wanted to gauge his mood once he arrived before deciding which direction to lead them all in—and he didn’t have to wait long.

Minutes after Priest settled in with his back against the headboard and the sheet across his lap, Robbie walked into the bedroom. With his hair slicked back, Robbie’s high cheekbones made Priest want to kiss his way along them to his ear so he could tell him how beautiful he was—because truly, he was exquisite.

He had a towel wrapped around his trim waist, and as he walked to the end of the bed, Robbie’s blue eyes never strayed from Priest.

“Did you have a nice shower?” Priest asked, when Robbie came to the foot of the bed.

“I did,” Robbie said as he fingered the knot at the edge of his towel.

“And did you find everything okay?”

Robbie’s lips curved, giving away the fact he had indeed found what they’d included for him tonight. “I did.”

“And do you plan to share?”

“Only for the rest of my life,” the flirt said, and then he pulled the knot free. As Robbie tossed the towel over the end of the bed, Priest’s eyes lowered to the barely there hot-pink briefs they’d picked out and packed for their princess to wear tonight.

“Turn around. Show me the back,” Priest said, his voice gravelly.

As Robbie slowly pivoted to face the door, Priest stroked over the sheet between his legs, because Christ, Robbie looked fucking unreal. The briefs were tight, low-cut, and cupped his spectacular ass, and across the curves Priest wanted to get between was the word PRINCESS with a glittery little crown over the I, much like the one Julien always drew.

The smooth, creamy skin of Robbie’s back made Priest’s mouth water, and when he glanced over his shoulder and saw Priest palming himself, Robbie grinned.

“You like?”

“So damn much,” Priest said, as Robbie turned back to face him. “Get up here.”

Robbie climbed onto the end of the bed, and as he got closer, Priest kicked the sheet off and Robbie pulled it away. When it was gone, Robbie licked his lips and continued up the mattress until he was straddling Priest’s lap, and as soon as he was close enough, Robbie connected their mouths.

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