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.