by Ella Frank
Julien looked positively yummy tonight. His black pants sat low on his hips, and he’d matched them with a tight white V-neck. It molded to every lean muscle of his body, and around his tanned throat Julien had added a leather strap that made Robbie’s mouth water.
As the guy stamped Julien’s hand, Julien looked at Robbie and said, “Une princesse pimpante et un prêtre possessif. Que Dieu me vienne en aide ce soir.”
Seriously, could he get any hotter?
After months spent with his Frenchman, and taking some online courses, Robbie caught most of what he’d said—or, at least, he thought he did: A pretty princess and a possessive priest. God help me tonight.
But Robbie was more inclined to phrase it like: A sexy Frenchman and a sinful-looking Priest. God, please turn a blind eye tonight.
Because he was not about to behave himself once he got them inside.
As the bouncer said, “You’re good,” Robbie grinned at Julien and held his hand out. When Julien took it, he tugged Robbie forward and said against his ear, “You’re going to drive us crazy in there, aren’t you?”
Robbie leaned back slightly and put his fingers to his chest. “Who, moi?”
Julien chuckled as he let him go. “Oui, toi.”
Robbie couldn’t help his mischievous grin as his eyes shifted to Priest, who was now standing in front of the bouncer with his hand being stamped, and damn, Priest looked…awesome. Like that first night Robbie had seen them at CRUSH. Broody, commanding, and powerful, and boy did it work for him.
In jeans and a black button-up shirt, Priest wasn’t wearing anything special. But his thick forearms were bare, and Robbie couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around him. And make no mistake, he planned to have them wound tight around him, as one of those hands moved up under his top, and the other down inside his skinny black—
“Robert?”
Priest’s voice snapped Robbie back to the present.
“Are you ready?”
In more ways than one, Robbie thought. But since he actually wanted to experience dancing with these two tonight, he decided to keep that to himself a little longer.
“Yes,” Robbie said, and batted his lashes, and when Priest kissed his temple, a shiver of anticipation raced down Robbie’s spine.
“Then get your ass inside, before I have to fight everyone off it.”
Loving the territorial light in Priest’s eyes, Robbie touched the tip of his tongue to his top lip, and Julien muttered, “Merde.”
“Get inside, Robert,” Priest said. “Now.” And when Robbie turned to do just that with an extra swing to his hips, Priest swatted him on the ass and said, “Flirt.”
FUCKING HELL. PRIEST had known tonight was going to be a test of his self-restraint, especially after Robbie had walked out of their bathroom dressed in skinny black jeans and a black mesh top. But an hour or so in of having that tight body grinding all over him, and his cock was so damn hard he was surprised it hadn’t punched through the zipper of his jeans.
Ever since they’d stepped back into the club where they’d first pursued Robbie, to right now, as he stood at the bar taking a self-imposed timeout, Priest had been having a difficult time not giving in to his need to drag Robbie and Julien away somewhere private. But they’d promised Robbie a night out—a night out dancing, to be specific—and Priest wasn’t about to shortchange him. Especially since it was abundantly clear how much Robbie had missed it.
This was his element. It was as though the music energized Robbie, and Priest had made a mental note to make sure he and Julien brought their boyfriend out dancing more often.
The bartender slid his drink across the counter, and Priest downed it in one gulp and told his dick to calm the hell down. It would get its reward after it made it through the night, that he was sure of. But right now, he wanted to get back to his men.
Priest made his way through the sweaty sea of gyrating bodies, and as he got closer to the spot where he’d left Julien and Robbie, he spotted them when the bright lights flicked their way.
Robbie had his mesh-covered arms wound around Julien’s neck, and Julien’s hands were molded to Robbie’s ass. Their mouths were fused in a tongue-thrusting kiss, and as Priest got closer, his eyes trailed down to where their bodies met below the waist.
The pulse of the music made Priest’s cock pound even harder as he watched Robbie bump and grind against the erection Priest knew Julien was sporting, and when Julien raised his head and began to bite along Robbie’s jaw to his neck, Robbie tipped his head back and Julien’s fingers tightened on his ass.
They were unbelievably sexy together, and the only way Priest could imagine it any better was if they were stripped of their clothes.
As Priest moved closer, he detoured around behind Robbie until he was in Julien’s line of sight, and when Julien’s eyes caught on him, Priest groaned.
Jesus, Julien looked about two seconds away from dragging Robbie to the floor, and while Julien was less worried these days about keeping his relationship a national secret, fucking their boyfriend in public might still be a little too much.
Priest stopped several feet away from them and made sure to keep a distance, much like he had that first night—and just like then, Julien knew exactly what Priest was thinking.
Julien moved his mouth up to Robbie’s ear and whispered in it, and Robbie turned around and fit his tight little ass against Julien’s front. As the music switched to a song that slowed to a steady, hip-grinding beat, Julien reached for Robbie’s wrists and brought them up behind his neck, displaying their princess for Priest in the best way imaginable.
Robbie’s eyes were shut as the music coursed through him, and Julien smoothed his hands down Robbie’s sides and covered Robbie’s erection. Robbie’s sweet lips parted on a needy gasp, and Julien’s eyes searched Priest out as he spoke again in Robbie’s ear.
Robbie’s eyes fluttered open, and Priest knew the second he spotted him. One of the arms he had stretched back around Julien’s neck flexed, and then he reached down with his other hand to press Julien’s harder against his cock.
That’s right, sweetheart, dance for me, Priest thought, as Robbie and Julien picked up the rhythm of the song, and Robbie began to get off to the beat of it.
Priest clenched his jaw tight. He wanted to be pressed up against Robbie’s tempting body, to kiss the lips that were parted in pleasure, and with that thought in mind, Priest began to stalk his men through the handful of strangers in his way.
Julien smirked like he knew they’d likely pushed him to his limits, while Robbie dragged his and Julien’s hands up under his top until they were stroking his naked skin.
As Priest got closer, he began to imagine all the ways he was going to teach them the lesson of what happened when they teased him, but that was rudely interrupted when someone else got in his way.
“ROBBIE?”
THE SOUND of Robbie’s name being shouted over the music penetrated Julien’s lust-hazed brain. He’d been well into his fantasy of Priest reaching them, sandwiching Robbie nice and tight between them, so they could get their princesse so needy and desperate that he demanded they take him somewhere private to finish him off.
But now that was being interrupted by a good-looking guy with dark hair and brown eyes, who had moved to stand opposite them. But more importantly, he’d moved to stand between them and Priest.
As Robbie’s view of Priest was blocked, and the man now in front of him seemed to register, Robbie froze, and his arms fell away.
“Nathan?” Robbie said over the music.
Nathan? The Nathan? As in Robbie’s ex? Putain, this was not going to end well. And even though Julien now knew who he was, his first impression of him hadn’t changed. Nathan was a good-looking guy. Connard.
“Yeah, hi,” Nathan said, not even sparing Julien a glance, as he flashed a smile that, unfortunately, made his face even more attractive. “Wow. You look great, babe. Gorgeous.”
Julien could almost feel Robbi
e’s hackles rise at the shock in Nathan’s voice, and just as he was about to reach out and offer a comforting hand, Robbie angled his head up and said, “Of course I do. I went back to being me. You know, the kind of gorgeous you don’t like.”
Nathan took a step closer. “That’s not what I meant—”
“No?” Robbie said. “Then what did you mean? You didn’t think I’d hide away and mourn you forever, did you? Oh, honey, please. My shine came back as soon as the dark cloud I’d been smothered by left. Or, I’m sorry, threw me out and fired me.”
Nathan half grinned. “Ah, I’ve missed that. You always were feisty. I’ve actually been wanting to call you.”
Is this guy serious? After the way he’d treated Robbie, Julien was shocked Nathan had the audacity to come anywhere near him. But then again, he didn’t seem too bright. He hadn’t even noticed that Priest had just come to a stop behind him.
“Call me?” Robbie said, and then laughed. “Why would you want to call me when you were too embarrassed to even talk to me in public?”
“Robbie…” Nathan paused, and when it looked as though he were going to reach out and touch Robbie, Julien decided it was time to make his presence known.
He stepped up behind Robbie and placed a hand on his waist, and Robbie startled as though he’d forgotten Julien was there.
“Ça va, princesse?” Julien asked, knowing Robbie would pick up on the question, but at the same time sparing him the indignity of asking it out loud.
“Oui,” Robbie said, as he turned his head to look at Julien.
Robbie’s eyes were still dilated from the arousal that had been riding him before they’d been so rudely interrupted, and when he licked his glossy lips, Julien knew Robbie saw the same desire in his.
“Hey?” Nathan said, inserting himself again into a moment where he was not welcome. “Aren’t you that…that chef guy?”
Robbie’s spine stiffened at Nathan’s words, but Julien looked around Robbie’s shoulder at the man who had once tried to dull their princesse and said, “Oui, I am. And you’re that Nathan guy.”
Nathan frowned, obviously confused. But when his eyes lowered to the hand Julien had on Robbie’s waist, Julien tightened his fingers and stepped in even closer to Robbie. That’s right, monsieur—Il est à moi.
“Yeah. Uh, that’s right,” Nathan said as he looked to Robbie. “I’m Robbie’s—”
“Nothing.” Priest’s voice was firm when it finally cut in. “But I’m Priest, and they are mine.”
Nathan’s head whipped around, and Julien heard Robbie suck in a breath—no doubt as turned on by Priest in that moment as Julien was.
Arrogant, possessive, and clearly annoyed, Priest was eyeing Nathan as though he were a bug he wanted to crush. But before Priest could say another word, Robbie reminded them all that he was quite capable of crushing that bug himself.
“Was there something else you wanted, Nathan?” Robbie asked.
Nathan’s eyes ping-ponged between the three of them, and Julien made sure to wrap an arm around Robbie’s waist and kiss the side of his neck, making it clear who Robbie was there with tonight.
“If not, do you mind moving?” Robbie said, as he leaned back into Julien and rolled his hips. “I was really looking forward to having both my men’s hands all over me tonight, and you’re in Priest’s way.”
At Robbie’s declaration, Priest’s eyes had a dangerous look. The kind of danger Julien and Robbie loved getting into when it came to Priest.
Nathan stepped out of the way, proving that he did have a brain, and eyed Priest the way a man did when he knew he had no hope. And Priest? It was as though he’d forgotten Nathan was even there.
Priest was all about the men he considered his, and when he ran his finger along Robbie’s lips and said, “Have I mentioned how much I love this feisty mouth of yours?” Julien knew Robbie had no cause to worry. He was about to get both of their hands all over him right now, judging by the look on Priest’s face.
Chapter Fifteen
Tu es si beau, princesse
~ Julien
“WE’RE LEAVING.”
PRIEST’S voice was rough, and his grip tight, as he guided Robbie off the dance floor and toward the closest exit. Julien wasn’t far behind them, as Priest pushed his way through the crowd and out the doors into the steamy night air.
Robbie couldn’t believe what had just happened, and was totally annoyed that Nathan had tried to ruin their date night out. Nothing like an ex to cock-block a situation—and the situation had been Julien grinding all over him and Priest eye-fucking them from across the dance floor.
Things had been hot, and about to get a whole lot hotter, until good old Nathan had to go and ruin everything.
Ugh. If it hadn’t been for the moment when Julien had all but marked him, and Priest had incinerated Nathan with a death glare, Robbie might’ve had to write the whole evening off and ask for a do-over.
As it was, he would file this memory away for whenever he wanted to privately gloat to himself about the night he finally got to tell Nathan to shove it where his sun would no longer shine.
“Priest? Priest, would you slow down a second?” Robbie asked, as Priest marched down the side street. But when Priest didn’t respond, Robbie shook his head. “Okay, so is this like your version of a caveman? Where you drag me away and remind me who I belong to?”
When Priest still said nothing, Robbie continued, “I mean, it’s super hot, don’t get me wrong. But didn’t we park in the other direction? Out on the main road?”
Priest glanced over his shoulder and said in a clipped voice, “Julien? Here.”
Here? Robbie looked at the dark, narrow alcove to Priest’s right that had a boarded-up door and empty bottles on the ground, and was about to ask what the hell Priest was talking about, when—oomph—Robbie found himself pulled off from the street and pushed up against the brick wall.
Priest was on Robbie’s right, closest to the door, and Julien was on his left with his back to the street. The two of them crowded in on either side of Robbie, and his breath left him in a rush.
“Do you know what I hate more than annoying ex-boyfriends getting in my way?” Priest said.
Robbie swallowed as Priest’s scorching gaze zeroed in on his lips. “No…”
“I hate being interrupted when I’m about to taste you.”
Oh, sweet Jesus, I want that, Robbie thought, and he was willing to get down on the filthy ground in his two-hundred-dollar pair of jeans and beg for it. But luckily for him, begging wasn’t required.
Priest reached for his chin, angled his face, and then, without another word, took Robbie’s mouth in a savage kiss. He bit and sucked at Robbie’s lips, and when Robbie opened for him, Priest speared his tongue inside.
Robbie could taste a hint of whiskey on Priest’s tongue, and as Priest tangled with him, he smoothed his hand down to Robbie’s shoulder and tugged him forward until Priest’s back hit the boarded-up door, and Robbie was plastered up against his front.
Robbie put his hands on Priest’s chest and moaned, as he licked into Priest’s mouth and writhed up against his muscled body. Priest’s hand found his ass, and as he hauled Robbie closer, he bucked his hips forward and grunted.
“God, you’re fucking pretty,” Priest said. “It’s probably good I didn’t get my hands on you after watching you grind all over Julien.”
Robbie shuddered and his chest heaved against Priest’s, and before he could find his voice, Julien moved in behind him and pressed a kiss to the back of Robbie’s neck.
Robbie’s eyes fell shut and he clenched his teeth.
Are they crazy? Any more of this and they’re going to make me—
“Come for us,” Priest whispered against Robbie’s lips. “I want to watch you. Close your eyes, lean back into Julien, and come for us.”
Robbie sucked in a gasp of air, as Julien’s hands moved to his hips and he pulled him away from Priest to fit his cock against the crack of Robbie
’s ass.
“He…here?” Robbie said, as Priest pushed off the door.
“Yes,” Priest said, and kissed the corner of Robbie’s lips as he flicked open the button on his skinny jeans. “Right here, Robert. In my mouth.”
THE LOOK ON Robbie’s face as Priest lowered to his knees made Priest’s already hard cock impossibly harder. He would’ve given anything for the three of them to be home right then. But since they weren’t, this would have to do—because he couldn’t wait.
Watching Robbie stand up for himself back there in the club had taken Priest’s annoyance at being cock-blocked and turned it to fuel for his already out-of-control desire.
Fierce and sassy had never been so fucking sexy, as Robbie had turned on Nathan and finally owned who he was. The fact that Robbie had added in that he belonged to them was just icing on the cake as far as Priest was concerned, and when his knees hit the ground, Priest was determined to eat that cake. Right here. Right now.
Priest looked up at the two hovering above him, and as the sound of a car horn blasted in the distance, he felt his lips curve. Hotter in public, their princess had said. Okay then, let’s do this.
“Julien,” Priest said, and when Julien’s eyes found his, Priest pressed the heel of his hand to his cock. That look was nearly enough to get him off. Julien looked close to ripping Robbie’s jeans off and fucking him to orgasm. But Priest didn’t want them to get arrested, he just wanted to get Robbie off—and so, apparently, did his husband. “Unzip his jeans.”
Robbie cursed, and Julien smirked as he reached for Robbie’s zipper and drew it down. Priest’s eyes immediately fell to the open denim, and he didn’t wait around after that.
He pulled the stiff material apart, and when Robbie’s flushed cock sprang free, Priest looked up and then leaned forward to lick a path up the underside to the plump head.
“God,” Robbie said, and reached for Priest’s hair.
As his fingers twisted in the thick strands, Priest glanced at Julien and said, “Feed him to me.”
