Page 21 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Two weeks later…

I CAN’T BELIEVE I agreed to this, Robbie thought for the millionth time. What was I thinking saying yes to this?

But as he rolled his suitcase down their driveway, he spotted Priest at the back of the Range Rover packing the trunk, and knew exactly what he’d been thinking—I want to show these men off.

Robbie wanted to finally introduce them to his parents and be able to say, They are with me. I am with them. We are happy and in love. More than happy. We are crazy, stupid, deliriously in love. And that was all well and good, when he wasn’t actually about to go and do it.

As Robbie came around the end of the SUV, Priest flashed a crooked smile as he looked at the bag Robbie was wheeling, and the one slung over his shoulder.

“Traveling light, I see.”

“This is light,” Robbie said, as Priest reached for the overnight bag. “I spent a long time narrowing down my wardrobe, I’ll have you know.”

Priest slid the bag in beside the black one he’d just packed, and then turned back for the suitcase. Robbie wheeled it around and collapsed the handle, and when Priest hefted it up into the back of the car, he looked over at Robbie and said, “We are only staying until Monday, right?”

Robbie arched an eyebrow. “Yes. But this isn’t like a normal visit home.”

“No?” Priest said as he shut the trunk.

“No. There’s the meet-and-greet with my family. The serious talk with my parents. A party and, of course, the trip back here.”

Priest crossed his arms and peered at Robbie over the top of his sunglasses. “All of which means you need one hundred outfits to choose from?”

“Oh, whatever,” Robbie said, swiping a hand through the air. “You should know by now that I don’t wake up looking this fabulous.”

Priest wrapped his arms around Robbie’s waist, and then connected their lips in a kiss that Robbie felt through his entire body. Robbie clutched at Priest’s shirt and moaned, pushing up on to his toes to get even closer until Priest finally let him go and raised his head.

His lips curved into a full-on smile then, and as always, Robbie felt a sense of accomplishment at pulling that expression from Priest.

“On the contrary,” Priest said. “You wake up looking even better.”

“Mmm, you’re right. I do,” Robbie said. “But only because I usually wake up with one of you on me.”

Priest let him go and fished his keys out of his pocket, and as he did, the morning sunlight caught in his hair, making Robbie want to run his fingers through it. The light and dark strands of copper, and the short scruff on Priest’s cheeks was just…wow. You couldn’t pay to get such gorgeous colors. It was striking, and coupled with those grey eyes and that serious set of his mouth, it always made Robbie think of the sun trying to brighten up a storm cloud—his and Julien’s little storm cloud.

As the thought entered his mind, Robbie giggled, and Priest gave him a quizzical look.

“Care to share?”

“Nope,” Robbie said, and sealed his lips. Before Priest could say anything else, Robbie heard the front door open and shut, and spun on his toes to see Julien walking down the driveway.

He was in a casual white and navy checkered shirt, and navy pants that fit him like a second skin, and had on a pair of brown loafers and sunglasses perched on his head. He looked casual, European, and drop-dead gorgeous, and with the tan he’d spent hours perfecting this summer, Robbie thought Julien looked more fit for a trip to the French Riviera than Oshkosh.

“Do you two have everything?” Julien asked, and before Robbie could reply, Priest did for him.

“If I don’t, Robert has packed enough for all of us.”

Robbie rolled his eyes. “And what did you pack? A toothbrush and a fresh pair of boxer briefs?”

Priest stopped by the driver’s-side door and said, “There’s that smart mouth I love. Keep it up, sweetheart. I’d love to teach it a lesson.”

Oh yes. Please teach me a lesson, Mr. Priestley. “That’s not going anywhere anytime soon,” Robbie called out, as Priest opened the door and climbed in. “But I’m sure a firm hand would be a good incentive for me to—”

“Misbehave some more?” Julien said, as he pulled open the passenger door.

“Maybe.”

As Robbie flashed a grin, Julien said, “How about you give me a kiss good morning, and then get in the car.”

Robbie kissed Julien, and as he pulled away, he said, “Sure you don’t want to sit back here with me? Priest will be okay up there by himself.”

Julien pointed to the back seat. “In, troublemaker. Or we’ll never get on the road.”

“Fine, fine. I’m just saying, Simon Says is so much more fun when you’re within touching distance of someone.”

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