“Why? What was it about?”
“You,” Priest said, and crossed his arms over his chest as he thought back to that night…
“BONSOIR, MON AMOUR,” Julien said as he held open the door to the hotel suite, and Priest ran his eyes over the delicious man standing in front of him.
Wrapped up in a plush white robe, Julien’s skin looked smooth and lick-able as he stood with a sensual smile curving his full lips.
“Bonsoir,” Priest said as he walked inside, wrapped an arm around Julien’s waist, and took his husband’s mouth in a fervent kiss.
Julien let go of the door with a flick of his wrist, to wind his arm around Priest’s neck. Priest slipped his tongue into Julien’s mouth, and when their tongues tangled, a groan of desire and pent-up lust left each of them.
Julien bit at Priest’s lower lip when their mouths finally parted, and sighed. “Hmm, it’s been a long month, Joel.”
“Agreed,” Priest said as he kicked the door shut. “You should’ve come with me when I moved out here.”
Julien took Priest’s hand as he walked backward into their suite, tugging him along. “Someone had to stay and wrap things up, you know that. But I’m here now.”
“So you are,” Priest said, pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it as he followed Julien to the bedroom.
When Julien’s legs hit the end of the mattress, Priest tossed his shirt to the floor and reached for the button of his pants at the same time Julien reached for the knot in his robe.
“How was Logan’s birthday?” Julien asked. “Was he as mad as you thought he’d be?”
Priest scoffed. “He wasn’t real impressed at first, but he wasn’t the only one in a pissy mood tonight.”
Julien reached for the zipper of Priest’s pants and drew it down. “What do you mean? Did he and Tate get into a fight?”
“No,” Priest said, and wondered how Julien would react to this next piece of information. “Robert Bianchi was there tonight. Seems he’s quite good friends with Logan and Tate. Tate invited him.”
Julien cocked his head to the side and studied Priest’s face. “Is this the same young man who—”
“Was in the elevator my first day here, yes, and the cousin to Vanessa Bianchi,” Priest said. “One and the same.”
Julien chuckled and shook his head. “That wasn’t what I was going to say, mon amour.”
“It wasn’t?”
“Non,” Julien said, and slipped his fingers behind the elastic of Priest’s briefs. “I was going to say, is this the same young man who makes you hard when he argues with you, but…” As Julien’s words drifted off, he wrapped his fingers around Priest’s erection. “I think I have my answer.”
Priest shut his eyes as Julien moved in a little closer and kissed his jaw.
“Did he argue with you tonight, Joel?”
Priest tipped his head up as Julien began to stroke him, and thought back to the feisty princess who’d gotten up in his face despite all his friends watching—he’d been spectacular. “Yes, he did. Told me he hated me.”
Julien tongued his top lip as he twisted his hand, making Priest groan. “I can see that really bothered you.”
“Julien… Harder.”
“I mean, that was your goal, right? To make him hate you? Things are too messy with him being so close to everyone.”
“Yes,” Priest agreed, and then he grabbed Julien’s wrist. “Fuck. If you don’t stop that, I’m going to—”
“What?” Julien asked, and brushed his lips over Priest’s. “I want it, and you do too.”
At Julien’s words, Priest grabbed the lapels of his robe and hauled Julien in until a breeze couldn’t even fit between them. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”
Julien’s eyes darkened. “I don’t believe I asked you to. But one thing before talking becomes…difficult.”
Priest’s eyes narrowed as he took Julien’s jaw in hand and tilted his head to the side to lick across his dimple. “What’s that?”
“I think it’s time I met this princess of yours, because despite you trying to stay away from him, you can’t, and I want to know why. I want to know who’s made you this hungry tonight, mon amour.”
Priest stripped Julien of his robe, and when he stood before him naked, he took hold of Julien’s cock and stroked. “That would be you, mon cœur.”
Julien held on to Priest’s arms and arched into his grip. “Me and a princess. I want to meet the man who’s making my cock harder without me even knowing him.”
Priest lowered his head and said against Julien’s lips, “You’re going to want to eat him for a good week straight.”
“And you’re going to want to watch—putain.” Julien moaned as Priest tightened his fist, excitement and pleasure ramping up the arousal already swirling around them in the room. “Do you think he’ll be interested?”
Priest looked down at Julien’s phenomenal body, and then back into his beautiful eyes, and a wolfish grin curled his lips. “One look at you and he won’t stand a chance…”