Page 61 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Robbie didn’t doubt it. “Um, yeah, how could I have anything but? Look at this place.”

“While the place is lovely,” Priest said, and lowered his glass back to the table, “I find myself distracted by something else entirely.”

Under the intense scrutiny of Priest’s stare, Robbie felt almost…shy. “You do?”

“I do,” Priest said. “Now there’s two words you should start practicing. We’re looking forward to hearing you say them very soon.”

Robbie couldn’t explain why, but he suddenly felt as nervous with the two of them as he had on their first date. It might’ve had something to do with the way they looked with the candlelight flickering over their handsome faces, and a waterfall streaming down behind them. They looked like two gods who had come to whisk him away and keep him for all eternity.

At least, that was how Robbie saw their story going, and he wanted to memorize this exact moment for the rest of his life.

“If you’re done,” Julien said, “would you like to take a look inside the cottage?”

I’d like nothing more. “Yes, please.”

As Julien and Priest got to their feet, Robbie’s gaze travelled up their tall frames, and then he closed his eyes for a second and made a wish.

When they reopened, Priest said, “Are you okay?”

Robbie pushed his chair back so he could stand. “Yes. I was just making a wish.”

Julien smiled. “A wish?”

“Mhmm,” Robbie said, and when Priest reached for the plates and started stacking them up, Robbie gathered up the napkins.

“Do you do that often?” Priest said, as he placed the plates into the basket he’d pulled from under the table.

“Sometimes,” Robbie said, handing over the linens. “And has there ever been a place worthier of a wish than this? This place is… It’s magical. And you know what? Sometimes the wishes even come true.”

“Do they?” Julien asked, as he handed Priest the wine glasses.

“Oh yes,” Robbie said. “I wished hard all the time for the both of you, and look what happened.”

The two of them chuckled as Priest shut the lid on the basket, and Julien leaned down to blow out the candles.

“Okay, cheeky boy,” Julien said as he came around and held out his hand. “I hope you wished to go inside, because that’s where you’re headed.”

That was more than fine with Robbie. He couldn’t wait to get inside, strip down to nothing, and then crawl between the sheets with these two. He wanted to both thank and worship them for the best night of his life, and while they were out in the middle of nowhere, Robbie thought it best that they go inside for that. He wasn’t a huge fan of the idea of rolling around in nature bare-assed, just in case something other than his men decided to, you know, take a bite.

The three of them headed back through the lit garden, and when they reached the door of the cottage and Julien held it open, Robbie stopped and said, “Is there somewhere I could maybe go and, um, freshen up?”

“Oui,” Julien said, and then pointed down a narrow hall. “Down there to your left.”

“You’ll find your toiletry bag already in there,” Priest said.

“Just so you know,” Robbie said, “I don’t normally approve of the scheming you two have been up to behind my back. But since it worked out so well for me, I’m going to overlook it this one time.”

“How very magnanimous of you,” Priest said, as Robbie walked inside and headed straight for the hall. He would check the cottage out in the morning when the sun was up, because right now, there were other things he wanted to do—two other things, to be precise.

“I thought so,” Robbie called over his shoulder, and just before he stepped into the bathroom, he looked back to see both men watching him. “I’ll be out soon. Be sure to miss me a whooole lot while I’m gone.”

Robbie disappeared into the tiny room and had the fleeting thought that if they were stuck in the middle of nowhere for the rest of their days, he sure wouldn’t mind.

Not one little bit.

“HE SAID YES,” Priest said, as the bathroom door clicked shut and he and Julien walked into the kitchen.

“Oui, he did,” Julien said. “Quite emphatically. Several times.”

Priest put the basket up on the counter, and as he opened the door for the dishwasher, Julien reached out to help.

Priest brushed his hand away. “You cooked. I’ll take care of this.”

Julien leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms, a smile playing on his generous lips. “So was he very angry about the police escort?”

Priest turned the tap on and rinsed off the plates as he stacked them one by one into the washer. “He was very…Robert-like.”

Julien laughed. “So he was furious.”

“Ah, yes. Until he realized something else was going on. Then…then he was, as always, curious.” Priest washed off the utensils next, and once they were in the holder, he added the soap and set it to start. “This place, this dinner… Julien, you made it so special for him. He’s never going to forget this.”

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