by Ella Frank
“Yet still so far away,” Priest said.
“Fine.” Robbie pouted. “Weren’t you taking the plates to the kitchen?”
“I was. But I was taking a moment to kiss the chef. Since I’m allowed to, and you’re not.”
“Yet,” Robbie said.
“Yet.”
As Priest left with the plates in hand, Robbie sat back in his seat and said, “Well…since we can’t talk about kissing, he’s not lying about the food. It was so good. Don’t tell my nonna, but this sauce just might rival hers.”
“My lips are sealed,” Julien said, and Priest called out from the kitchen, “I certainly hope not.”
Robbie rolled his eyes, but the cheeky smile that lit his face had Julien’s erection threatening the limited coverage his apron provided. It had been nothing short of a miracle that he’d gotten through dinner without having to excuse himself, and therefore break the rules.
But with both Robbie and Priest looking at him as though he was what they were eating, Julien had had a hard time—to say the least—making it to the finish line.
As it was, they were around fifteen minutes away from this game reaching a conclusion, and he had to admit, it looked as though the odds were in Robbie’s favor. Their princesse had been motivated tonight for sure, and he’d somehow managed to keep his hands to himself. Julien had a feeling that wouldn’t last too much longer, though. At least, he hoped not.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Julien asked, as Robbie’s bright eyes found him, and oui, the arousal and triumph staring back at him was a definite indicator that Robbie was more than aware he was closing in on his deadline and prize.
“I am.”
“Bien. That makes us happy.”
“Hmm, well, I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy myself a whole lot more, very soon.”
“That you might, if you don’t slip up in the next few minutes.”
“Oh, I’m not going to slip up. I’ve managed to sit here for nearly an hour while you have been naked next to me. I have got this in the bag.”
Julien didn’t doubt Robbie for one second. Himself, however? He was walking a fine line, because Robbie was close enough that Julien could reach out and grab him, and maybe lay him out on this table, where he could eat him for a few good hours.
He needed to distract himself, and the beautiful one beside him, quick smart.
“What do you usually do for your birthdays, princesse?”
“You mean instead of eating dinner with a naked chef and his half-dressed husband?”
“Oui,” Julien said, as Priest came back to the table and stopped behind him, resting his hands on Julien’s shoulders. “What did you do last year?”
“I, uh…” As Robbie’s words tapered off, he looked at Priest and frowned. “I spent it with my ex.”
Ah, okay, Julien thought, as Priest’s fingers tightened a little at the mention of the other man. Clearly this wasn’t the direction they wanted the conversation to go in.
“And let me tell you,” Robbie said.
Or maybe Robbie did.
“I wish he could see me right now, because he’d be so damn jealous.”
“Of course he would be,” Julien said. “He let you go. He’s clearly a crétin.”
“Uh, not jealous because he doesn’t have me. Jealous because I have the both of you,” Robbie said. “His biggest fantasy was being with two men. Problem was, he couldn’t even handle one.”
“No offense,” Priest said. “But I don’t want to think about him handling anyfuckingthing that’s now mine. If that’s okay with you?”
Robbie’s lips twitched as he sat back in his seat. “Jealous?”
“That’s the nicest word for what I’m feeling right now, yes.”
“Well, there’s no need to be. He broke up with me and fired me a week later. What an asshole. But you two have successfully replaced one of my worst memories with a fantastic one. So thank you for that. Speaking of…” Robbie said, and let his eyes drift back to the clock on the wall, which now read nine fifty-five. “Are you ready to concede that I’ve won?”
“No. It’s not time yet,” Priest said, as he slid one of his hands over Julien’s shoulder, and then bent down to nip at his ear, making Julien’s control come precariously close to its boiling point.
“Are you serious?” Robbie said, and turned his attention back to them in time to see Priest’s hand disappear beneath the table. “I have five minutes until—”
“Putain,” Julien said, and shut his eyes, as Priest wrapped the apron around his cock and stroked.
“You have five minutes until…?” Priest said, and when Julien opened his eyes, he found Robbie’s locked on Priest’s hand—his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed.
“Until I, uh, tell you what I want.”
“And have you decided what that’s going to be?” Priest asked by Julien’s ear, and the rough timbre of his voice tantalized every single one of Julien’s nerve endings.
Robbie’s gaze found Julien’s, and Priest tightened his fist, making Julien’s fingers dig into the table.
“Yes,” Robbie said on a breathy rush of air, as he reached down and finally pressed the heel of his hand to his dick. “Yes, I’ve decided.”
“Then it’s time to tell us, princesse.” Julien groaned as Priest stroked him again. “Because you just won.”
Chapter Four
A princess, a priest, and a very hard prick
walk into a bedroom together…
How would you want this story to end?
My thoughts exactly ~ Robbie
DAMN RIGHT I won, Robbie thought, as he got to his feet and boldly looked over his winnings. With Julien and Priest as his prize, nothing on the damn planet had been going to make him lose, and now? Now it was time to collect.
Ever since Priest had teased him with this game, Robbie had been trying to decide what exactly it was he wanted from them tonight. But it wasn’t until Priest had come back in from the kitchen that it had hit—the perfect idea.
It was something Robbie had never really had the patience for in the past, but since tonight was all about self-restraint, and he’d lasted this long, why not go all the way? Right? Right.
“Priest?” Robbie said, and when Priest’s grey eyes found his, Robbie felt as though he were about to catch fire.
Shit. That look told him one thing: Priest was done holding back on that indomitable self-control of his. His arousal, his pent-up desire? It was on the surface now for Robbie and Julien to see. Well, if Julien ever opened his eyes again. Right now, they were shut tight as Priest continued to work his cock beneath the table.
“Yes, Robert?” Priest said. He was daring Robbie to be the boss tonight, and hell if Robbie wasn’t about to take him up on it.
“Take your husband upstairs. I want to watch you take that apron off him.”
Priest’s eyes flared, and Julien’s finally opened.
“Is that right?” Priest said, as he released his hold on Julien and straightened to his full height.
Robbie nodded as Julien finally stood, and it didn’t escape Robbie’s notice that that apron was doing absolutely nothing to hide Julien’s erection. “Yes. It is.”
Pretty damn pleased with himself, Robbie walked around the table, and was about to head to the stairs when Priest reached for his arm, halting him.
“Then what?” Priest asked, and Robbie stepped in close and pressed a kiss to the corner of Priest’s lips.
“Then I’ll tell you what comes next.” As Robbie moved back, he let his eyes drift between his men and brazenly licked his lips. “But just so you know, it won’t be either of you until I say so.”
Priest scoffed, and the sound was arrogant and so damn sexy that Robbie took a step away, knowing he’d cave in a hot second if Priest ordered him to do something.
But he didn’t. Instead, Priest turned to Julien and said, “You heard the birthday boy, Mr. Thornton.”
Julien smirked, and when his dimple appea
red, Robbie added licking it to the top of the list of things he wanted to do tonight.
“Did you put him up to this?” Julien asked, as he looked his husband in the eye.
“I did not,” Priest said. “But I have to admit, I’m liking his direction thus far. Get upstairs, mon cœur, so I can strip you for our princess.”
Robbie’s dick throbbed at the wicked promise in Priest’s voice, but he didn’t linger any longer in the dining room. He took the stairs up to the bedroom two at a time, well aware of the voices still below, and once he was there, he headed around to Priest’s workspace and wheeled the desk chair to the far side of the bed, where he took a seat.
Oh yes, Robbie thought, as he propped his feet up on the mattress and crossed his ankles. The best seat in the house. The director’s chair.
He took in a steadying breath as he heard heavy footsteps heading his way, and when Julien and Priest came to a standstill in the doorway, Robbie gestured that they come in. “Well, don’t stop there. I want to see my birthday present up close and…personal.”
Priest’s raspy chuckle made Robbie’s balls tingle, and as Julien’s eyes trailed a burning path from Robbie’s feet, up his legs, to his stiff dick, Robbie couldn’t help but slip a hand between his thighs to palm himself.
“Seems our princess has become quite the demanding queen tonight,” Priest said in Julien’s ear, and then he urged Julien forward, his fingers on his lower back. “Where would you like us?”
Robbie pursed his lips. “Mm, over there, I think,” he said, and pointed to the opposite side of the bed.
As Julien walked to the spot indicated, Robbie’s eyes dropped to his thighs. He wasn’t sure if it was the peekaboo element the apron was creating that was making the flex of Julien’s legs so damn sexy. But with every step he took, the glimpse Robbie caught of his muscles beneath had him close to panting.
Julien’s body was unreal, and dressed as he was right now—or not dressed—it was difficult for Robbie to think clearly. Add in the way Priest’s eyes were zeroed in on Julien’s ass, and it all promised that Robbie was about to get the best birthday present he’d ever received.
JULIEN CAME TO a stop where Robbie had instructed, and he could feel Priest’s body heat emanating off him, he was so close. But when Julien reached for the tie at the back of his apron, wanting nothing in between them, Robbie shook his head.
“Non, non, monsieur,” Robbie said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and that look promised all kinds of trouble was about to ensue. “That’s not what I told you to do. I want Priest to take it off, and I get whatever I want tonight.”
“Oui, you do. My mistake,” Julien said, grateful for the freedom the apron afforded when Priest smoothed a hand up his spine and tugged him back, so Julien’s bare ass was now cradling his massive erection.
Dieu. That felt good, and clearly Priest agreed.
“Better behave yourself, Julien,” Priest said, and his breath on Julien’s ear made a shiver of anticipation race down his spine. “It seems Robert is feeling extra feisty tonight.”
Robbie gave a flirty shrug. “Fair’s fair. You two came up with all of this; I’m just collecting my winnings. And this first part requires you, Mr. Priestley, down on your knees.”
Priest raised an eyebrow. “I thought I was taking off his apron.”
“You are,” Robbie said, as his eyes trailed up to Julien’s, the glint in them making them practically twinkle. “With your teeth.”
Julien cursed, and Priest’s fingers dug into his hips.
“And you think I’m the cock tease in this threesome,” Priest said. “I think you just stole the title, sweetheart.”
Robbie seemed to like that, if the flush that stained his cheeks was any indication. Then Priest let go of Julien and did as he was instructed, shifting down to his knees.
Julien looked over his shoulder, and when Priest raised his head, the melted steel that connected with him promised that whatever was about to follow would be so fucking hot, it would likely melt Julien to the ground.
“You are a tease,” Robbie said, recapturing Julien’s attention as he slipped his hand under the elastic of his pajama shorts. “A big, mean one. But now I’m going to finish this the way I want. And I want you to take off his apron…with your mouth.”
Julien caught his breath as the tip of Priest’s tongue flicked over the round curve of his ass, and when one of Priest’s hands smoothed up the front of his thigh to circle the base of his dick, Julien swayed on his feet.
“Putain de merde,” Julien said, and gritted his teeth, not knowing if he wanted to thrust forward into Priest’s hand or back toward his teasing mouth.
“Yes,” Robbie said, as he uncrossed his ankles and widened his legs. “Take the apron off him, Priest. I want to see what you’re doing.”
Julien’s eyes found Robbie’s, and the dark desire swirling there told him that whatever Robbie had in mind for them after this was something he desperately wanted. Lucky for Robbie, they were more than willing to give him whatever his dirty little heart desired tonight.
PRIEST HAD KNOWN that laying a little groundwork this afternoon would pay off in the best ways imaginable. But he’d had no idea which direction Robbie would take them in once that clock struck ten.
Still didn’t, really. But with Robbie sprawled back in the chair with his bare feet on the bed and his hand in those shorts, he was difficult to ignore—and so was his uppity attitude.
Priest leaned forward and took the end of Julien’s apron tie between his teeth and pulled, and as it fell to the ground at Julien’s feet, Priest’s eyes found Robbie’s fevered ones.
Bossy bottom. He’s totally getting off on this. But then again, so was Priest.
Unable to resist the lure of Julien’s flesh, Priest gently scraped his teeth over one of the rounded curves, and Julien reached back to spear his fingers through Priest’s hair.
“Don’t tease, mon amour,” Julien said, his breathing slightly unstable. “Not if you want this to last.”
“Yeah, Priest,” Robbie said. “Plus, I didn’t say you could bite him. Now, stand up.”
Priest’s eyes narrowed on the impertinent man who was trying his hardest to keep his cool. But when Priest inclined his head and slowly got to his feet, he ran his hands up Julien’s sides, and Robbie moaned.
“Shit,” Robbie said. “Yes, this is… Stroke Jules’s cock for me. I want to watch.”
So their princess wanted a show tonight for real? Okay. That was more than fine with Priest, as he wrapped an arm around Julien’s waist and took his thick erection in hand. The pleasure-filled groan that echoed off the bedroom walls made it crystal clear that it was more than fine with Julien too. The only question that remained was: how far could Robbie take this little show of his before he caved?
With long, sure strokes, Priest began to pull and work Julien’s stiff length until Julien leaned back against him, wrapped an arm up around his neck, and began to pump his hips forward.
“Oh my fucking God,” Robbie said, and quickly let go of himself to unbutton his shirt. It seemed their princess was getting a little bit hot and bothered.
Robbie threw the material aside, and as he fell back in his chair and stuffed his hand back down in his pants, Priest wished like hell he was the one giving orders, because he really wanted to see the delicious prick Robbie was stroking.
“Princesse?” Julien said in a voice that was practically a caress to both the men who were listening, and when Robbie brought his eyes up to Julien’s, he nearly whimpered.
Priest couldn’t blame him. He could only imagine how breathtaking Julien looked right now with his phenomenal body exposed and his cock sliding in and out of Priest’s fist.
“Yes?” Robbie said, his breathing coming a little harder now.
“Can I ask you for something?”
Robbie parted his legs, and his arm flexed, his fingers no doubt tightening around himself, and Priest got the impression that Julien could’ve ask
ed for ten things right then and Robbie would’ve agreed.
But as though Robbie sensed he was caving, falling under Julien’s sensual spell, he seemed to shake himself out of it. “You can…that doesn’t mean you’ll get it, though.”
“Oui, I know. But could you take your shorts off so I can see you?”
Thank. You. Julien, Priest thought. He loved it when all three of them were on the same wavelength, and tonight they most certainly were. That didn’t mean, however, that Robbie was going to let them off the hook that easy, oh no. His blazing blue eyes shifted to Priest’s, and whatever he must’ve seen there made his sweet lips curve into a provocative grin. “Do you want that too?”
“Yes,” Priest answered in an instant.
Robbie’s gaze shifted back to Julien. “Then I’ll think about it. And if you two continue to please me, I just might give it to you.”
Priest’s lips twitched at Robbie’s insolence, and he raised the haughtiest eyebrow Priest had ever seen, and fuck, it was so damn sexy.
“Well? Continue, please,” Robbie said, and then sat back to watch the show.
BEST DECADE EVER. I called it. And if this was the way it was starting out, then Robbie had high hopes for the rest.
When Priest had moved in behind Julien down in the dining room, Robbie had had a sudden vision of them naked, opposite him, but this time with Priest—
“C’est bon, Joel. Harder.”
—doing a whole lot more to Julien than rubbing his shoulders, and now that vision was coming to life.
Julien’s cock was dripping all over Priest’s hand, as Priest brushed his thumb over the swollen head that kept peeking through the end of his grip. But even that wasn’t enough to satiate this hunger Robbie couldn’t seem to satisfy tonight. He wanted more.
He blamed the two of them, of course, for his suddenly insatiable appetite. But come on—Priest and Julien had thrown down this sex gauntlet. Robbie had just picked it up and run.
“Priest?” Robbie said, and when Priest looked over, Robbie reveled in the power he held. He felt lightheaded, drunk on the intoxicating feeling of being in control of these two men—and right now, he totally was. They’d handed him the reins, and he had no trouble playing the boss. Really, no trouble at all.
