Robbie pouted, because really, there was nothing he wanted more than to take off his clothes.
“But look at him, mon cœur,” Priest said in Julien’s ear. “Don’t you want to see what’s under that shirt? Those pants…? He wants us to undress him.”
I really do, Robbie thought. But then he remembered what Priest had said before the party about respecting his parents, and how that meant a lot to him—and also, apparently, to Julien.
“What happened to making a good impression on the Bianchis?” Julien asked as he took hold of Priest’s face, a hand on either cheek.
“Nothing,” Priest said, and nipped Julien’s thumb. “But they’re not here, and what they don’t know won’t hurt them. Like how much I want to suck their son’s co—”
“How many drinks did you have tonight?” Julien interrupted.
“Umm.” Priest frowned. “I don’t know. Val kept—”
“He’s calling her Val now?” Robbie said.
But Priest went on undeterred. “She kept bringing them to me and was asking me to guess what she put in them.”
“Other than a shit-ton of alcohol?” Robbie said, and rolled his eyes. “Have you ever heard of the word no?”
Priest turned his heavy-lidded gaze on Robbie and grinned. “Yes. But I wanted her to like me, for you.”
Okay, really? How am I supposed to argue with that? Robbie couldn’t, so instead he directed his ire where it was well deserved. “She’s so paying for this when I see her.”
“Nooo…don’t do that,” Priest said, and shook his head. “She’s so much fun. Just like you.”
Robbie’s eyes widened, and he shook his finger at Priest. “No, no. Not like me. I don’t have to get you drunk to be all over me. Wanna know why? Because I have something you like a whole lot more than her pretty blonde hair.”
“Mhmm.” Priest’s lips curved into that lazy smile again. “Prove it. Take off your clothes.”
“Aaand we’re back where we started,” Julien said. “That’s it—you are getting changed, Joel, and then going to sleep. You’re going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow.”
Julien directed Priest toward his bag, and as he bent down to rifle through it, Robbie turned his attention to Julien, who was staring at his husband as though he’d morphed into a totally different person.
“Jules,” Robbie whispered across the room, and when Julien glanced his way, Robbie waved him over. Julien checked on Priest again, but when he haphazardly tossed a pair of jeans over his shoulder, Julien chuckled and made his way to Robbie’s side of the bed.
“Have you ever seen him like this?” Robbie asked, and when Priest said, “Ah ha. I knew I packed them,” and held up his lounge pants in triumph, Julien’s shoulders shook with the laughter he was trying to contain.
“Non.”
“Never?” Robbie said. “Do you think he’s had some kind of allergic reaction to the alcohol?”
“Non,” Julien said as he turned his eyes to Robbie’s. “I think he’s one hundred percent relaxed and one hundred and fifty percent drunk. It’s quite wonderful. Isn’t it?”
Priest got to his feet and reached for his shirt, and just as he was about to pull it off, he turned around, zeroed in on the two of them, and aimed a lackadaisical grin their way.
Julien was right: those grey eyes were glassy as they tried to focus. But that loose-lipped smile on Priest’s usually stern lips was a killer. Damn. Even one hundred and fifty percent drunk, Priest’s magnetic pull was as strong as ever.
Robbie leaned into Julien’s shoulder and said under his breath, “Make him stop looking at us like that.”
“And how do you propose I do that?” Julien asked, as Priest pulled his shirt over his head.
“Uhh…” Robbie had forgotten what he’d said, and when Priest undid the top of his jeans and unzipped, Robbie swallowed and reached down to massage his ever-growing hard-on. “I don’t know, but you better work it out fast. Because if he takes his pants off, I’m getting naked. I don’t care if my parents are sleeping in the house across from us.”
AS PRIEST STARED at the two of them from the opposite side of the queen-sized bed, Julien had to admit he was tempted to see how quiet the three of them could be if they all stripped down and got in that bed.
But he knew Priest would be mortified if for some reason they were caught and jeopardized the relationship they were starting to build with Robbie’s parents.
Luckily for Priest, Robbie’s parents hadn’t borne witness to his rediscovered dance moves tonight. And by the time they’d come outside to say goodbye to their guests, the music had been shut off and all dancing had ceased.
Now, how in the world he was going to get a determined Priest not to seduce them, Julien had no clue. All he knew was that Robbie had way more faith in him than he really probably should.