“DEAL,” PRIEST SAID, and Julien’s cock punched against the linen of his pants at the promise his husband had just made. “But you don’t come until I say so.”

As Robbie nodded his agreement, Julien reached down and adjusted his erection. Putain, this was really about to happen.

“Good,” Priest said. “Now undo your pants.”

Without hesitation, Robbie unzipped, and Julien’s breath caught in anticipation at what would be revealed as those pants were shoved off his hips.

“Mon Dieu,” Julien said when he took in the skimpy hipster briefs that were the same bright color as Robbie’s coat. “I had hoped for pink.”

Julien got to his feet, and as he came around the table, Robbie kicked out of his shoes and pants and watched his approach.

“Pink and sweet,” Julien said. “Good enough to eat.”

Robbie’s chest rose and fell under that cream turtleneck of his, as he reached down to stroke the erection his tiny briefs barely concealed. Julien let his eyes take in the delectable picture before him, and then he reached for Robbie’s waist and pulled him flush against his body.

“Let us see if I am right, oui?” Julien then took Robbie’s lips with his own, and the sound that escaped Robbie was one of blissful ecstasy, as he grasped Julien’s biceps and opened for him. Julien rubbed his tongue against the eager one he found inside, and as he teased and tormented, his hands slid around to the tight ass he wanted to hold.

He hauled Robbie closer so he could grind himself against the long cock that was trapped in that minuscule pair of briefs, and Robbie moaned and wrapped a leg up around Julien’s thigh as he rolled his hips forward, letting Julien know how turned on he was. But when Julien’s fingers moved to the elastic of Robbie’s briefs, Robbie put his hands to Julien’s chest and halted him.

Julien stopped, raised his head, and looked into the glazed eyes staring back at him. Robbie was right there on the brink and trying his hardest to rein it in, to act…properly, and when he looked over to Priest, Julien groaned in pure delight.

Oh, you are going to work out beautifully, princesse. You already know the rules.

Julien’s eyes found his husband’s, and he wasn’t at all surprised to see that Priest had a hand wrapped around his engorged length and was stroking it as he watched the two of them with keen eyes.

Julien’s cock throbbed under Priest’s intense stare, and he knew the ache he felt there matched what was going on with the other two men in the room as all three of them faced off, waiting for the next move.

It came, as expected, from Priest.

“Get on your knees, Robert.”

For a second, Julien thought Robbie might tell Priest to go fuck himself. But then he looked to Julien, smiled like a rascal, and dropped to his knees.

* * *

ROBBIE SHUT HIS eyes for a second and told his dick to behave itself. Think about something other than the fact that you’re kneeling at Julien Thornton’s feet. Anything but that will do. But that was impossible when his eyes were on level with Julien’s loose pants and he could see the outline of his erection in explicit detail.

Robbie licked his lips, knowing that was soon going to be between them, and then reached down to stroke himself. He tipped his head back, enjoying the rush he got from his own touch, and then Priest’s commanding voice filled the empty silence and made gooseflesh break out all over Robbie’s body.

“Take off Julien’s pants.”

Never in a million years could Robbie have imagined a day where he would willingly let Joel Priestley tell him what to do. But as he knelt there at Julien’s feet, he reached out to the drawstring of those pants and did as he’d been told.

As he slowly pulled the cord free, Robbie raised his eyes to the vibrant ones watching him, and Julien slipped his thumbs inside the waistband and let his pants fall in a pool of white at his feet. Robbie sucked in a breath as he was left staring at bronzed skin stretched over built thighs, and a white jockstrap that cradled Julien’s cock like a glove. Sweet Jesus.

Robbie freed his dick from its too-tight confines, and as he looked up at Julien, he pumped himself over and over, the pre-cum now dripping onto his hand as he stared at the sexiest man he’d ever set eyes on.

“Fuck,” Priest said, the sound of it making Robbie’s head turn in his direction, and when he saw that Priest was on his feet walking around the table toward them, Robbie’s hand faltered.

Shit. Oh my fucking shit.

The cock jutting out of Priest’s open pants was huge. It was thick and long and had a wide head that looked like it would split him in two if he didn’t use it right. And Robbie suddenly had a desperate need to know how that would go.

This was wild. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Alone, these men were overwhelming, but together? Together they just might make his head explode.

When Priest stopped behind him, Robbie looked over his shoulder and said, “How is this all going to—” And just like he had earlier that morning, Priest reached out and put a finger to Robbie’s lips.

“We’ll work out the details later. For now, know that you are pleasing us very much.” Priest looked over Robbie’s head to his husband. “And you should continue, just as you are.”

Robbie looked back to Julien, whose eyes were fixed on him, and when Julien’s thumbs slipped under the elastic straps on either side of his hips, Robbie rose to help him drag the jockstrap down his thighs until it rested beneath his heavy balls.

“Oh God,” Robbie said as reverently as he would if he were in church. “I need to suck that.” And because there was no way he could resist, he leaned in and ran his tongue up the underside of Julien’s cock.

“Merde, princesse,” Julien said, and speared his fingers through Robbie’s hair. “Encore. Again.”

Robbie peered up at him and again traced his tongue from the root of Julien’s cock to the tip. When he reached the shiny head, Robbie swirled his tongue around it, and then heard a growl from behind him as a firm hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed—Priest.

“Ahh…” Robbie moaned as Priest started to massage him, digging his thumb into the tense muscles of his shoulder. Priest then ran his strong fingers up into Robbie’s hair and tangled them in the longer strands before tugging Robbie’s head back, and off Julien’s cock.

As Robbie’s eyes found the man looming behind him, Priest smiled a grin that would rival the devil’s. “Open that sassy mouth of yours, Robert. I want to watch Julien fuck it.”

Damn. Robbie couldn’t believe how turned on he was as his lips parted and his eyes shifted back to Julien, who had his cock in hand. He looked mouthwatering, even better than the fantasies Robbie had had of him over the years, and with Priest instructing their every move, it somehow made the entire experience even hotter.

“I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around his cock,” Priest said, and Robbie’s heart was thumping so hard that he was surprised it didn’t fly out of his chest.

As Julien’s hand moved over the top of Priest’s in Robbie’s hair, they both urged him where they wanted him to go, and Robbie was more than happy to follow. Julien’s eyes were smoldering as he directed the head of his cock up and down the center of Robbie’s tongue, and on the third time, Robbie rose to his knees and closed his mouth around him.

“Mon Dieu, Joel… Il a le visage d'un ange et les lèvres du Diable.”

Robbie didn’t understand any of that, but it sounded so sexy that he had to pinch the head of his dick to stop himself from coming. Julien’s hands left his hair to hold either side of his face, and when he began to thrust in and out of Robbie’s mouth, a low growl came from Priest.

Robbie’s eyes rose a little higher, and as his cheeks hollowed out and his mouth tightened around the cock filling it, he saw Priest lean across him and grab the back of Julien’s neck to pull him forward and take his mouth in a brutal kiss.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so hot. And Julien must’ve agreed, because a groan of pleasure left him as Priest began to devour his husband’s mouth, and Julien started to fuck into Robbie’s faster.

Robbie braced a hand on Julien’s thigh, digging his fingers into the taut muscle there, and heard a curse above him. He didn’t see who it came from because his eyes were now closed, as he let his body relax and enjoy what was happening to it. It wasn’t until a hand returned to his hair and massaged his scalp that Robbie’s eyes popped open to see Julien’s focus back on him and his teeth digging into his full bottom lip.

“Tu es délicieux,” Julien said in a way that Robbie knew it had to be a compliment, and then a thumb stroked down his cheek.

Robbie took him eagerly, time and time again, and when Julien’s fingers slid back into his hair, Robbie saw him look across to Priest, who said, “Come, Julien, let him taste you.”

Julien’s entire body tensed and then vibrated, and not a second later, he cursed and came inside Robbie’s mouth. Robbie moaned and eagerly swallowed, loving the taste, smell, and feel of it all, and as Julien slowly withdrew, Robbie dragged his lips along him, savoring the salty essence until he slipped free.

“Mmm,” Julien said, and used his thumb to wipe Robbie’s lips clean before bending down to kiss them. “Merci beaucoup.”

A bolt of desire shot straight down to Robbie’s balls, and he clamped a fist around his dick and whimpered. Julien was hot as fuck.

“I like how I taste on your lips,” Julien said.

Robbie nodded. “So do I.”

“Good. Because I’m already thinking about next time.” Julien tapped Robbie’s chin. “But now, I believe it’s your turn.”

When Julien raised his head, Robbie turned to look back at Priest, who was watching him with hooded eyes. He had no idea what was about to happen next, but nothing short of the place catching on fire was going to stop him from finding out.

* * *

“ON YOUR FEET, Robert.” Priest issued the order with a clenched jaw and a frustrated cock. He was so damn wired from what he’d just witnessed that he wasn’t sure how he was going to hold back from bending Robbie over the dinner table and fucking him into next week. But that wasn’t what tonight was about, and there would be plenty of time for that later.

Robbie got to his feet, and once he was standing, Priest said, “Turn around and face me.”

Robbie pivoted between the two of them, and Julien moved in behind him and planted his hands on his slim hips, holding him steady.

Priest touched his thumb to Robbie’s swollen lower lip. “You looked good down on your knees just now.” Robbie’s eyes narrowed a fraction, and Priest smirked. “You disagree?”

“Yes,” Robbie said. “I look good everyfuckingwhere.”

Priest chuckled and took a step forward, then wrapped his hand firmly around Robbie’s cock, making him suck in a breath and reach out to grip Priest’s arms.

“Fuck,” Robbie said, and shut his eyes tight.

“No. We’re not doing that tonight.” Priest found Julien’s eyes over Robbie’s shoulder, and Julien slid a hand around to join the tight fist Priest was now using on Robbie’s erection.

“Ahh shit…” Robbie said, and moved up to his toes. As Priest and Julien both leaned in and brushed their lips along Robbie’s cheekbones, a delicious moan escaped Robbie as he dug his nails through Priest’s shirt and into his skin.

“Tonight, you’re going to come,” Priest said by his ear. “Right here between us.”

A ragged sound of need escaped Robbie’s lips, as Julien began to kiss his way down his neck and Priest teased his earlobe, while their hands moved in beautiful tandem along the cock Robbie was now thrusting through their fists.

“God. Fuck. I can’t… You’ve got to let me…” Robbie said, and Priest scraped his teeth along his jaw.

“I don’t have to let you do anything. Behave yourself for a change and you’ll be rewarded.”

“Fuck you,” Robbie said on a trembling breath, and Priest twisted his hand, causing a loud groan to leave the mouthy little minx.

“I knew you were going to be like this. I told Julien: he’s going to be a handful with attitude to spare, but so fucking beautiful when he submits.”

Robbie’s eyes blazed as he struggled against the need to come.

“Stop fighting me. Stop fighting me and listen to your body, Robert,” Priest said, as he and Julien continued to stroke. “It wants this. It wants us. Now come.”

Robbie’s eyes slammed shut at the order and his hips bucked forward, and then, without another word, he cried out and came all over the hands holding him.

Priest searched out Julien’s lustful stare as Robbie floated down from his orgasmic high, and when their eyes locked, Priest knew that this was it. They’d finally found the one to balance them out. The one they’d been searching for. Now it was just a question of how to convince Robert Bianchi that he wanted to be theirs.

* * *

AS THE FRANTIC pace of Robbie’s heart returned to baseline, Julien stroked his sticky fingers over the skin of his lower abdomen. Priest’s eyes pinned him in place as he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked it clean, and then he shifted toward the table to pick up one of the linen napkins.

When he straightened and wiped his hands, Priest cleaned Robbie off and held the napkin out to Julien, who placed a kiss on Robbie’s neck and let him go. That was when Robbie’s eyes strayed downward to the fully erect cock Priest was zipping back inside his pants.

Shit. Did he not enjoy what just happened? Is he regretting it? No way. Robbie knew whether someone was into him, and despite how fucking strange Priest was, the man was definitely into what had just gone down in this room—namely, me.

Robbie swallowed, trying to find his words, but after what they’d just done, he was pretty sure it would take a minute—or maybe ten—because holy fuck. He still couldn’t believe he’d let Priest order him about, and Robbie had just shut his mouth like a good little boy and done what he’d been told.

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t exactly shut his mouth. Ugh, what had he been thinking? Giving Priest an edge like that was just stupid. But the truth was that he hadn’t been thinking—not with his brain, anyway. And with Priest’s smug face only inches from his own, Robbie couldn’t deny that he’d totally gotten off on it all.

Priest reached out and took Robbie’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Let me guess. You’re trying to think of a reason to yell at me.”

Robbie was about to say no, but then remembered Priest’s lecture on lying and decided to change the subject instead. “Why didn’t you come?”

Priest grinned, a subtle curve to his pink lips, but instead of it softening his features, it made him look wicked hot, and Robbie realized he was disappointed he hadn’t gotten to taste them or feel them against his own.

How is that even possible? This is Priest, for God’s sake.

“Because I want to wait,” Priest said.

“For?”

Priest leaned in a fraction, and Robbie caught his breath. “What do you think?”

Oh, just say it, Robbie told himself as he licked his suddenly dry lips, and when the tip of his tongue appeared, Priest growled. “You want to wait until you’re inside me.”

Priest’s eyes flared, and Robbie reached out and grabbed the back of the low chair for support.

“Correct.” Priest straightened and looked down to Robbie’s newly interested cock. “And unless you want that to happen right here, over that table, you’re going to want to put your pants back on.”

Robbie hesitated just long enough for Priest to raise one of his copper-colored eyebrows, and then Julien came up beside him with his clothes.

“Put your pants on, princesse. You’re going to want something softer than a table under you the first time he takes you.”

“Want to run away now?” Priest asked.

“Why would I do that? I already knew you were a giant dick when I agreed to dinner. Your cock doesn’t scare me.”

Priest’s eyes narrowed. “Put your pants on, Robert.”

Robbie rolled his eyes, but since he felt stupid standing there with his pants in his hand, he did as he was told—again.

“I’m going to go and box up dinner. Then we can head out,” Julien said as he walked by Priest and kissed him on the cheek. “Try not to kill each other while I’m gone. I rather enjoyed this.”

As Julien disappeared inside the elevator, Robbie shook his head. “I don’t know how someone like you ended up with someone as amazing as him. I’m starting to think he didn’t speak English when you met.”

Priest turned to the table and picked up his laptop. “It’s a long story, but if you’re really interested, then you should come home with us and we’ll tell you all about it.”

As Priest walked over to the elevator and hit the button, Robbie followed. Then he asked the one thing that had been on his mind since the night of the Christmas party: “I don’t get all of this. What do you two want from me? Is it just about—”

“Sex? No,” Priest said, as the door slid open and he gestured inside.

Annoyed at being cut off, Robbie walked in ahead of him while Priest hit the button for the first floor, and as the doors slid shut, enclosing them in the small space, Priest said, “We want everything.”

* * *

PRIEST FIGURED IT wouldn’t take longer than three, two, one—

“What do you mean you want everything?” Robbie’s hand on his arm had Priest looking over his shoulder at the baffled expression etched into Robbie’s beautiful face—and yes, Robbie had an exquisitely beautiful face. With his fine features, Robbie was stunning to look at. His hair was thick, with honeyed highlights that caught the light every now and then, and right now it was a little messy from Priest and Julien’s hands.

“Priest?” Robbie said, as the door slid open.

Julien was coming down the hall with two black carry bags, and Robbie’s coat over his arm. He looked between the pair, and then his eyes stopped on Priest. “Okay, what did you do?”

Robbie shoved past Priest and into the hall. “He’s being his usual cryptic self is what he’s doing.”

Priest stepped out of the elevator. “And he’s being a drama queen, as usual. He asked what we wanted from him. I told him. But he’s having a difficult time wrapping his head around it.”

“I’m not having a difficult time with anything, thank you very much.” Robbie jabbed a finger at Priest. “You are being weird. Again.”

“No, I’m not. You asked if we only wanted you for sex. I said no.”

“That wasn’t all you said. Now who’s lying?” Robbie said, clearly worked up.

“Mon Dieu.” Julien laughed as he thrust one of the bags in Priest’s direction. “Can’t leave you two alone for five minutes without risk of bloodshed. Here, you take this, and, princesse? You’ll need to put this on before we go outside.”

Robbie took his coat from Julien and shrugged into it, a furrow between his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

“Whatever happened to make love not war, hmm?” Julien asked as he looked between them.

“He did,” Robbie said, and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Priest aimed his eyes heavenward and prayed for patience while Julien said, “It’s still early, but if you want, we can take you home, Robbie.”

“He needs to eat,” Priest said as he looked down at the bags in their hands and realized he was more concerned with the fact that Robbie might want to leave than actually finish his meal.

“He is right here,” Robbie said. “And quite capable of making a decision.”

“Well?” Priest looked at Robbie, who was glaring at him. “What’ll it be?”

Robbie scoffed. “Do you think I’m an idiot? There’s no way I’m going to pass on a meal made by Julien Thornton.”

“Good,” Julien said, and kissed Robbie’s cheek. “That’s a start, then, isn’t it?”

“I kind of thought me giving you head was a pretty good start, actually.”

Julien laughed. “Better than good, princesse. It was magnifique.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

“Oui.”

“And if I go with you,” Robbie said, “you’ll explain what he was talking about?”

“We will, yes,” Julien promised, and slipped his arm through Robbie’s elbow.

“Okay then, let’s go.”

As the two of them walked off down the hall, Priest studied them side by side. He liked the way they looked together like that. The way Robbie hugged into Julien as though he belonged there, and maybe one day he would. Maybe they could both belong to him.

Robbie glanced over his shoulder and gave Priest a once-over, as though making sure he really wanted to go through with this. When his eyes climbed back up to Priest’s face, there was a new light to them—some kind of inner conviction, perhaps? And Priest got the distinct impression that whatever had begun here tonight was far from over.