by Ella Frank
Priest nipped at the other side of Robbie’s jaw. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
When Robbie did, Julien leaned across, and Priest reached for him, stealing a passionate kiss that had Julien rubbing his aching cock up against the side of Robbie’s body.
“Oh my God. You two—” But before Robbie could get anything else out, Priest took his lips.
A moan left Robbie, and Priest began to play with his nipples as Julien scraped his teeth along the other side of Robbie’s jaw and then took over the kiss when Priest raised his head.
They were a tangle of tongues, hands, and legs after that, and as Robbie arched up against their hold, Julien raised his head and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth.
Robbie’s eyes darkened as arousal and desire fought against the control he was so desperately trying to hold on to. But it was time to push their princesse, time to take him to that next level.
With his leg draped over Julien’s hip, Robbie was spread open to play with. As he lowered his hand down between Robbie’s legs, Julien trailed his fingers under Robbie’s balls to the hot, sensitive skin behind.
“Damn.” Robbie’s voice shook at the contact, as Priest reached for his cock at the same time. “Fuck. Oh, that feels good.”
Robbie gritted his teeth when Julien found his hole and began to massage it, and then Priest took Robbie’s mouth again and began stroking him a little faster.
As the minutes passed by, Priest and Julien set out to drive Robbie wild, and when Julien pushed a finger inside, ripping a curse from Robbie, Priest was right there to swallow it down, devouring Robbie’s sweet cries as they drove each other closer to the point of no return.
ROBBIE’S ENTIRE BODY felt as though it were on fire. He was so wound up that his blood was like a fever in his veins as Julien and Priest went about making his world go up in flames—and they were close, really damn close.
He wasn’t sure how long he had been laid out between them like he was. But with Julien fingering him while Priest stroked his cock, Robbie didn’t much care. Priest’s lips and beard were currently making their way up and down his neck, and Julien was biting along his jaw as they pleasured him in ways that made Robbie’s eyes roll back in his head.
There were no words strong enough to describe what he was currently experiencing, but when Julien and Priest raised their heads and kissed one another close enough that Robbie could join in, nothing on the planet was going to hold him back.
Robbie craned his neck up, but when they realized what he wanted, they came to him. Priest tongued the corner of Robbie’s mouth at the same time Julien bit it.
“Mmm,” Julien said, and scissored his fingers inside Robbie. “I think you’re nice and ready.”
Robbie nodded, barely able to find his tongue to speak as Julien pulled his fingers free and lowered Robbie’s leg from his thigh. Priest rolled onto his back, and Robbie saw him reach for the lube and pour a generous amount in his hand.
“Princesse,” Julien said, and as Robbie faced him, he felt Priest’s hand on his shoulder, gently urging him onto his side.
“Tonight, we’re going to start like this,” Priest said, as he moved in behind Robbie and nipped at his ear. Then he ran a hand down Robbie’s ribs and along the smooth line of his hip to his thigh, which Priest then lifted and placed over Julien’s hip. “Just. Like. This.”
Robbie reached for Julien, and used his leg to pull his body closer to his Frenchman. When his cock grazed Julien’s, Robbie let out a moan of pent-up desire. “Oh, that feels so good. Your body against mine.”
“Oui, it does.”
“I love you, Jules,” Robbie said, as he rolled his hips forward again. “Did I tell you that already? Because I really do.”
Julien chuckled. “You did, oui. But I’ll never grow tired of hearing it.”
Robbie nipped at Julien’s lower lip and said, “Je t’aime, Julien.”
“Je t’aime aussi.”
As those words left Julien’s mouth, Priest kissed the back of Robbie’s neck and placed a hand on his hip, and then the head of his cock nudged up against Robbie’s rim.
Ahh, I’m going to pass out, Robbie thought. This is all too much.
So he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, and as Priest began to enter him, Julien kissed his way down to Robbie’s collarbone, the two of them surrounding him…loving him.
It was everything he had ever wanted, the three of them so tightly wound around one another that it was hard to tell where one of them started and another ended, and as Priest began to move, Robbie shivered.
“God, sweetheart,” Priest said, his tone raspy but so full of awe that Robbie couldn’t help but lean back to taste his mouth, because—wow. Priest was looking at Robbie like he was the best thing he’d seen, touched, or tasted, and Robbie would be damned if any of those things were left out of this equation.
Priest brought a hand up to hold Robbie’s face, and when he pushed his tongue between Robbie’s lips, Robbie sucked on it, and this time it was Priest that trembled.
“I love you,” Robbie said boldly, honestly, because that was what Priest was all about—the honesty behind words. And the fire that lit Priest’s eyes told Robbie he’d been right.
Priest clenched his jaw, and Robbie tightened on his cock. His mouth was taken in a crushing kiss, and Priest growled in the back of his throat. As his hips thrust forward, Robbie pulled his mouth free to face Julien, who leaned over to take Priest’s mouth in a kiss that had his hips moving faster and faster, until—
“Wait…” Robbie cried out as Julien let them both go. “Where are you going?”
Julien moved back, still facing Robbie, and then he offered a smile that would melt steel—and really, it had, if one counted Priest’s heart—as he crooked a finger at Robbie. “I’m not going anywhere, but you are.”
That was when Priest pulled out, kissed Robbie’s shoulder, and said, “Roll over, beautiful. Tonight I want to see both of your faces when you come.”
ROBBIE IMMEDIATELY SHIFTED, rolling to his side to curve that round bottom in against Julien, and God help them, judging by the eager expression on Robbie’s face.
Priest reached down and removed his condom, having decided he wanted something a little different with his men tonight. He knew that yes, this was it, because everyone involved looked pleased at the change and seemed to know what their new roles were.
Julien had a hand on Robbie’s hip, much like Priest just had, and when Priest moved into the position Julien had been in before, Robbie automatically wrapped one of those sexy legs over Priest’s waist and used his foot to tug him in close.
Priest wound an arm over the two men’s waists, and when his naked dick met Robbie’s, the minx between them licked his lips.
“Ohhh, I remember how this goes,” Robbie said. “You’re mine now, so I get to come on you whenever I like.”
Priest chuckled at the reminder of their first date, and the vibration against Robbie’s body made him writhe a little.
“Are you going to let me come on you tonight, Mr. Priestley?”
Julien smirked at Priest over Robbie’s shoulder, and Priest arched an eyebrow. “Tonight, and any other night you like. Just say the words.”
Robbie kissed Priest’s bearded cheek and whispered in his ear, “And what are those?”
Priest stroked a hand through Robbie’s hair, and then grabbed it to hold him still. “I love you.”
Robbie let out a delighted sigh. “This was so meant to be…”
“Agreed,” Priest said, and then looked over at Julien and gave a nod. Julien slid inside Robbie, making him moan with pleasure. “Again, Julien. Our man likes that.”
Julien pulled his hips back and thrust forward again, and Robbie clutched at Priest’s bicep and whimpered.
“You ready to finish this, sweetheart?”
Robbie eagerly nodded and licked his lips.
“Use us to get off. We want to feel you. We want you to feel us,” Priest said
, as he reached down and wound a hand around his and Robbie’s throbbing erections.
Robbie gasped as Julien moved inside him again and Priest worked their dripping cocks, and it didn’t take long after that. Robbie’s hips undulated as he shut his eyes and finally gave himself over to everything he was feeling.
Julien put his lips to Robbie’s shoulder, and Priest nipped at his chin as they all moved in perfect synchronicity, and when that long, lean body of Robbie’s tensed and shook a moment later, he came with a cry.
The sight and feel of the hot release all over Priest’s skin had his own climax slamming into him, and barely seconds later, Julien bit down on Robbie’s shoulder and also surrendered to the power, beauty, and love that the three of them had shared in this room tonight.
Chapter Fifteen
CONFESSION
It may not be the traditional choice for Valentine’s Day, but I’ve always been partial to English lavender.
I wonder if our princess will feel the same way.
Valentine’s Day
ROBBIE FLICKED THROUGH the channels as he waited in the living room for Julien and Priest to appear. They had disappeared into the bedroom around half an hour ago after giving Robbie and his shiny blue suit a very appreciative inspection, and the longer they made him sit there and wait, the more eager Robbie became.
The last couple of days had been a whirlwind of activity leading up to tonight, and now that it was here, Robbie was equal parts excited and nervous. He was excited because this was Julien’s big moment. The opening of his third restaurant, right here in downtown Chicago, and Robbie was extra excited because he got to share that with Julien tonight not only as a fan but as his boyfriend, his partner.
Dreams really do come true, Robbie thought, as he continued scrolling through the channels, trying to find something remotely interesting to take his mind off these damn nerves.
He wasn’t nervous for Julien, because he had no doubt the place was going to be a huge hit. But Robbie was nervous about the people in his life finally meeting his men. Not that he was going to outright announce he was there as both Julien and Priest’s date, because that… Well, that might get a little awkward, and Julien could wind up in the press for all the wrong reasons.
What Robbie was concerned about, however, was his family. Why did I invite them again? Oh, that’s right, I lost my damn mind. That’s why. The only one out of the Bianchi bunch who had actually seen him around these two was Felicity, and he couldn’t even remember how that had gone down, so yeah, his anxiety was at, like, a ten.
Robbie knew himself well enough to know that he wasn’t going to have a hope in hell of concealing this relationship from his family, especially his mother. They weren’t blind, stupid, or quiet, for that matter, and they were going to see right through him. But as long as he could squash whatever juicy morsel they believed they’d worked out, things should be fine…maybe.
When the door to the bedroom opened and Priest walked into the living room, all thoughts about that problem suddenly left Robbie’s brain, and the only one that remained was holy shit.
Joel Priestley in everyday clothes commanded a person’s attention merely by his presence. But Joel Priestley in tailored charcoal trousers, a fitted matching shirt, and a vest that showed off his powerful body had Robbie’s tongue close to hanging out of his mouth. Add in that beautiful hair Priest had swept back from his face, his neatly trimmed beard, and the silver tie perfectly knotted at his throat, and wow.
Priest was undeniably one of the most striking men Robbie had seen in his life.
When it was clear Robbie wasn’t able to speak, the corner of Priest’s lips twitched and he crooked a finger. God, the man makes my brain stop, Robbie thought, as he got to his feet like a man in a dream and headed to Priest.
“I believe dressing me is part of your job, is it not?” Priest said when Robbie stopped in front of him.
Robbie looked Priest up and down and let out a little laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to relocate my brain. It went missing when you walked out. You look…ahh…super sexy.”
Priest chuckled. “Why thank you, Mr. Bianchi. That’s high praise from someone such as yourself.”
“Umm, pretty sure I should be thanking you. I get to stare at you all night.”
“Yes, you do,” Priest said. “And I get to stare at you and think about bringing you home and peeling that suit off you.”
Robbie bit down on his lip. Priest reached out and tugged it free before he leaned down and kissed Robbie. “The only people biting this lip tonight are going to be me and Julien when we get you home.”
“Shit. You can’t say things like that to me before we’re about to go out. It’s not fair.”
“I would apologize, but I’m not sorry,” Priest said, and Robbie shook his head. “So, back to what I was saying…”
“Oh, yes, of course. What did you need?”
Priest held his closed hand out, and when Robbie raised his palm, Priest dropped two silver cufflinks into it. Robbie had a feeling Priest could put these on just fine without assistance, but the fact he’d asked Robbie made his entire body warm as he slipped the metal through the hole and fastened it in place. Then he raised his eyes to see Priest’s fixed on him.
“You look truly stunning tonight, sweetheart.” As Robbie switched to the other arm, Priest brushed the backs of his fingers along Robbie’s cheek. “Julien and I were just saying how much we love this beautiful face of yours. You have such elegant bone structure. It’s captivating. Fine, dainty…lovely.”
Heat bloomed on Robbie’s cheeks. “I get it from my ma.”
“Then she must be very beautiful.”
“She is,” Robbie said, and nodded as he got the other cufflink in place.
“We’re looking forward to meeting her tonight.”
Robbie sucked in a breath at the thought.
“You’re worried about that. Us meeting?”
“Uh…no?” Robbie said. Priest raised an eyebrow, and Robbie let out a sigh. “Okay. Maybe a little.”
Priest tugged at each sleeve so they were in place. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Julien and I aren’t shrinking violets. We can handle a little speculation, even a lot of it. I bet we can even handle some gossipy Italians.”
Robbie let out a small burst of laughter. “You’re right. I’m probably worrying about nothing.”
“You are worrying about nothing,” Priest said, and then he did something so rare that Robbie found himself mesmerized—Priest smiled. A full-on, heartbreaking smile. “We aren’t going to drag you off to some corner of the restaurant and accost you.”
Robbie’s mouth fell open, and he felt his nerves from a second ago ease. “But what if I want you to?”
“Then maybe you should drag us off.”
Just as Priest finished talking, Julien stepped into view behind his husband, and Robbie’s eyes widened. Priest moved to stand beside Robbie, and Julien stopped in front of them. “Well?”
Robbie knew Julien was waiting for the two of them to speak, but just like he had been speechless with Priest, the two of them were left mute staring at the star of the night.
The day they’d all gone suit shopping together, they’d each picked out their outfit for the opening. But the suit Julien was wearing sure as hell was not the one he’d bought that day. No way, because Robbie would’ve remembered something like… “What color is that?”
Julien smoothed his hands over the lapels of his jacket and looked down at the tailored pants and black shoes. “It’s an English lavender suit. Do you like it?”
Did he like it? Robbie was torn between wanting to rip it off Julien because he looked so hot in it, and wanting to try it on himself. The man and the suit were spectacular, and that color with Julien’s eyes was just this side of sinful. It was kind of a grey-blue-purple mix, and Julien had paired it with a casual white shirt that he’d left unbuttoned three holes down. He looked incredibly handsome but also very Julien, as in relaxed and
sexy in a completely effortless way.
“I love it. And you look…” When words escaped Robbie, Priest added, “Magnificent.”
“That is not the suit you tried on the day we all went shopping,” Robbie said. “I would’ve remembered.”
“Non,” Julien said. “It’s something I’ve had for a little while, actually.”
“He wears it every year for Valentine’s Day,” Priest said. “It’s his lucky suit.”
Julien aimed a provocative smile their way and shrugged. “Well, if you mean I always get lucky when I wear it, then…oui, it is most certainly my lucky suit.”
Robbie laughed.
“It’s not my fault I can’t resist you,” Priest said. “You look devastating in it.”
“I agree,” Robbie said, walking around Julien to take a good look at his backside. “How am I supposed to keep my eyes off you tonight?”
“You’re not supposed to,” Julien said. “That’s the point, princesse.”
Robbie licked his lips and looked over his shoulder to where Priest was picking up their coats. “Mission accomplished for both of you, then. I’m going to be absolutely useless to anyone if either of you are in my line of vision.”
“And you don’t think we’re going to be suffering the same fate?” Julien asked. “You’re lucky Priest made me go and get ready earlier, or we’d be seriously running late right now.”
“In that case,” Robbie said with a frown, “I think I’m extremely unlucky.”
Priest smirked. “You’re both insatiable, is what you are.”
Robbie rolled his eyes. “Like you’re not.”
“Yes, but I have self-control, Robert. Something you two sorely lack at times.”
Julien smiled. “Is that a challenge, mon amour?”
“No, it is not,” Priest said, shaking his head. “I’m merely pointing out that I can control myself for the most part.”
