FOR THE SECOND morning in a row, Robbie woke in a bed that wasn’t his. This time, however, there was no throbbing in his head—at least, not the one on his shoulders. He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, but all his other senses went on high alert as a warm leg grazed his and the delectable scent of a certain Frenchman wrapped its way around him.

In stunning clarity, last night came back to Robbie in vivid detail. It had been, without a doubt, one of the best dates he’d ever been on, and as Robbie burrowed his face into the luxurious pillow, he shifted to his right and opened his eyes.

There, lying on his stomach, was a sleeping Julien, and if Robbie thought the man was gorgeous awake, sleeping, he was simply stunning. His lashes were thick and long, resting softly against his high cheekbones, and those wide, full lips made Robbie’s cock come to full attention. Julien’s back was smooth and beautifully defined even when relaxed, and Robbie saw the intricate swirl of ink covering Julien’s shoulder and had to fight back that urge to lick it. He greedily took in every inch of that magnificent body, and then raised a hand to touch him, but a sound from behind had Robbie looking guiltily over his shoulder.

There, standing with one shoulder up against the doorjamb to the en suite, was Priest, dressed for work in dress pants, shirt, and a tie.

“You can touch him,” Priest said, and when his eyes roamed down Robbie’s back and landed on his ass, Robbie became hyperaware of just how exposed he was. Not as exposed as Julien, but…

He went to reach for the sheets, to tug them over himself, and Priest pushed off the jamb and walked to the end of the bed.

“Why are you hiding?” Priest said. “You have a beautiful body.”

“I know,” Robbie said, and when he realized how defensive he sounded, he bit down on his lip and looked away.

“Robert?”

Robbie raised his eyes to Priest’s, and as he did, he caught sight of the enormous erection outlined in Priest’s dress pants.

“Roll to your back. Let me look at you for a minute.”

Robbie gulped in a big breath and slid his eyes to the sleeping Julien. Why, he wasn’t sure. Did he feel like he should have the other man’s permission to display himself to his husband? How ridiculous—of course he had his permission; they’d all slept in the same bed the night before.

“He must be tired,” Priest said. “He’s usually up doing his meditation and yoga at this time.”

“Yoga?” Robbie said, and looked at the gloriously naked man beside him.

“Mhmm. He’s quite something to watch. So disciplined with his body. Every muscle. Every pose. It’s very”—Priest looked at his husband—“erotic to watch. I recommend it.”

Robbie nodded, knowing he would just about sell his soul to see that.

“So are you.” Priest’s voice sent a jolt of awareness straight down Robbie’s spine. “Something to watch, that is.”

Robbie sucked his lower lip behind his top teeth.

“Roll onto your back, Robert.”

Oh, hell. Am I really going to—

“Robert?”

Then, before he could remind himself of all the reasons why this might not be the smartest idea, Robbie rolled onto his back.

* * *

PRIEST HAD WONDERED what Robbie’s mood would be when he woke this morning. Would he be as agreeable as he’d been after dinner? Or would he be back on the defensive?

Last night had been a breakthrough. A truce of sorts, a waving of the white flag, and now, as Priest stood at the end of his bed and looked down at the two lying in it, the desire he had for the both of them returned tenfold.

Julien was fast asleep as he lay sprawled amongst the white sheets of the bed, and beside him, wide-eyed and awake, was the spectacular Mr. Bianchi.

Robbie had just shifted to his back, per Priest’s instruction, and with his hair all mussed and the scrap of pink fabric no longer doing shit to cover his morning erection, Priest was hard-pressed not to grab Robbie’s ankle, yank him down the bed, and rip them off with his teeth.

“Put your hands behind your head,” Priest said, and when Robbie slowly raised his arms, bent his elbows, and slipped his palms under the pillow, Priest felt a surge of arousal lick through his veins like wildfire.

Against all odds, Robbie was complying, and it was intoxicating.

“I want to think about you like this today,” Priest said.

Robbie swallowed and thrust his hips up off the bed, his body clearly seeking what his eyes kept straying to below Priest’s waist.

“Hard, wanting, and waiting in my bed with Julien.”

“Fuck,” Robbie said, and spread his legs a little wider, as though the word were more invitation than an exclamation.

“If you come back here a third time,” Priest said, “we will make you ours. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Robbie slowly nodded, his lips now shiny and red from his teeth making Priest want to taste them, and then Priest lowered his eyes to the wet head of his cock where it was peeking out of his briefs.

“Enjoy your morning with Julien. You were an absolute delight last night.” When he raised his eyes up to Robbie’s, Priest saw a shocked but pleased glint to them. “Have a good day, Robert. I know I will.”

Priest headed to the bureau and grabbed his wallet, watch, and suit jacket, and once he had everything in order, he heard, “Priest?”

He couldn’t ever recall Robbie saying his name before, and the sound of it, breathless and slightly tentative, had him looking over at him where Robbie remained spread out amongst the sheets.

“Yes?”

“You scare me,” Robbie said, his eyes devoid of any flash of subterfuge. “You told me not to lie to you, and you asked me what scares me about being with you two.” Robbie licked his lips. “It’s you.”

Priest didn’t think beyond sending a message from his brain to his legs to move, and in the next second, he had a hand wrapped around Robbie’s ankle and was yanking him down the mattress.

When Robbie’s bare legs were hanging over the edge and he was struggling to get his elbows up under himself, Priest took hold of his arm and hauled him up to his feet.

As Robbie let out an excited gasp, Priest wound an arm around his trim waist. That was when he heard the rustle of covers and knew that Julien had just woken, and likely rolled over to see what all the commotion was about. Priest, however, only had eyes for the one who was now clutching the lapels of his jacket. He could feel the outline of Robbie’s cock pressing up against his, and when Priest thrust a leg between Robbie’s, he moaned and jacked his hips forward.

“Ahh… God,” Robbie said, his eyes shutting as Priest rubbed himself along every naked inch of the man that he could reach. He knew he was going to have to change after this, Robbie’s pre-cum no doubt leaving a mess on his dress pants. But it would be worth it.

Priest sucked on one of his fingers and then smoothed his hand down under the elastic waist of the skimpy material covering Robbie’s ass, and when he cupped a handful of creamy skin, Priest pulled him close, a feral sound of desire rumbling out of him.

“Is that why you fight me so hard?” Priest asked by Robbie’s ear, and before he answered, Priest reminded him, “The truth, Robert.”

“Yes,” Robbie said. “I think so.”

“Why? I would never hurt you.” Priest paused and then added, “Unless you wanted me to.”

Robbie shivered in his arms, and Priest nipped at his ear.

“Why are you scared, Robert?”

Robbie was writhing against his leg now, his hips moving like he had a cock inside him, and Priest flirted his finger up and down the crack of his ass.

“Because of this,” Robbie said, his breath catching. “Because after last year, after a bad breakup, I promised myself I’d never let someone have control over me. I’d never change who I am again.”

And there it is. Finally. The truth.

Priest grazed his lips along Robbie’s jaw and said, “Let me tell you something important. Whoever it was before us, whoever made you feel like you had to be someone else—”

“I—”

“—that’s his loss. You are bright and vibrant, and Julien and I are drawn to everything about you. There is a vast difference between wanting someone’s trust so that you can give them all that they need, and wanting someone to change to become the things that you need.”

Robbie bit his lip, his eyes widening.

“We don’t want to change you to suit us, Robert. We want you because of who you already are.”

Priest’s finger found Robbie’s tight little pucker then, and he gently pressed the pad of it against him, drawing a shaky “ahh” from Robbie.

“What else?” Priest said. “I know that’s not it, and since you’re feeling honest this morning…”

Robbie’s breathing was fast now. In and out. In and out. The scent of his arousal filled Priest’s nostrils.

“You two are married,” Robbie said. “It makes me feel…awkward. I don’t know what I’m allowed to do. What I’m allowed to say, and to who.”

Priest rubbed Robbie’s hole until his eyes squeezed shut and he shot up onto his toes, trying to get closer.

“If you come back here,” Priest said, “if you decide to be ours, you’re allowed to do and say whatever you like. Unless, of course, we tell you otherwise because we have specific plans in mind.” When Robbie’s body vibrated against his, Priest finally slipped a finger inside him, making Robbie curse. “What are you not allowed to do? Anyone else, if you are sharing our bed.”

Robbie’s head tipped back as his hips rocked forward, and Priest loved the blossoming of color in his cheeks as Robbie got closer to the edge.

“We’ve been looking for someone who fits us,” Priest said, and then trailed his tongue up Robbie’s neck. “Someone to balance us out when things get too heavy. We want that to be you, princess.”

“Oh fuck.” Robbie’s hands clenched around Priest’s jacket, and as Priest found and massaged his finger over Robbie’s prostate, he searched out the eyes he could feel like a spotlight on them.

The entire time he’d been working Robbie over, Priest had sensed Julien watching. He’d felt that avid jade stare as he would a touch, and when he saw Julien working his cock in time to the finger he was pushing in and out of Robbie, Priest said to both men, “Come for me.”

* * *

JULIEN HAD AWOKEN to the sound of Priest’s sensual voice and Robbie’s delicious moans, and when he rolled to his back and opened his eyes, the sight that greeted him had his morning erection demanding action.

Robbie’s pale back was facing him, and Priest, who was dressed and ready for work, appeared to have been sidetracked on his way out the door. He had his arms wrapped around Robbie’s waist, and one hand down inside his briefs, moving against his ass. And if Julien had been a betting man, he would’ve laid odds on Priest having a finger inside the pretty princesse.

Dieu, the picture they made was so sexy that Julien immediately reached down and stroked his dick, wondering what had prompted Priest into action this morning. He wasn’t about to stop and ask, though, as Priest wound his spell around Robbie, who was responding like he was born to.

They were hypnotic to watch. Like a perfectly synchronized performance. Robbie’s hips rolling over the thigh Priest had shoved between them, and Priest’s mouth on Robbie’s ear, neck, and throat while his hand caused havoc down below.

“If you come back here,” Priest said, “if you decide to be ours, you’re allowed to do and say whatever you like. Unless, of course, we tell you otherwise because we have specific plans in mind.”

Ahh, Julien thought. Clearing up a few things, I see.

Robbie shivered at Priest’s words, and then a curse left him and he went up on his toes, and Julien knew that Priest’s finger was now penetrating him.

Damn, Julien was burning up. He spread his legs wider and stroked a little harder, but the talk between the two turned jumbled until all Julien heard was the heavy breathing, the panting moans, and the delicious, melodic tones of Priest’s voice mixed in with all the sex sounds.

Julien wasn’t sure how long he could hold off as he watched the hand in Robbie’s briefs move in a rhythm that mimicked a good fuck. So when he finally roamed his eyes up the length of Robbie’s back and they connected with Priest’s, Julien bit his top lip and thrust his hips off the bed.

As he began to move in time to Priest’s hand, Julien felt his balls tingle and tighten up against his body, until Priest looked right at him and whispered in Robbie’s ear, “Come for me,” and it was clear he meant the both of them.

Julien slammed his head back on the pillow and arched his hips up, and as he came all over his hand and stomach, he heard Robbie cry out, the sound prompting Julien’s cock to jerk again.

Robbie had plastered himself against Priest where he was clutching his jacket as he rubbed himself off until his cock was likely too sensitive to touch, and then, as if realizing how loud he’d just been, Robbie glanced over his shoulder at Julien with a guilty expression on his face.

Julien chuckled and crooked a messy finger at him. “Viens ici, princesse. Kiss me good morning.”

With a confused look on his pretty face, Robbie turned back to Priest, who said, “It means come here, princess.”

As Priest let go of Robbie, he climbed onto the bed and up where Julien lay, scooting in under the arm he stretched out in invitation.

“Sorry I woke you up,” Robbie said.

“I’m not.” Julien looked down at his messy stomach, just as Robbie did.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Julien said. “You two were quite inspiring to wake up to, and I’m more relaxed now than I would’ve been after thirty minutes of yoga.”

Priest’s chuckle filled the room as he walked over to the closet to find another suit. When he came back out, Robbie looked over his shoulder and said, “You still didn’t come? Jesus, you really are a control freak.”

Priest smirked and strolled to the en suite, but before he disappeared, he said, “I haven’t kissed you yet either, and with that mouth I’m finding that a difficult challenge. I need to tidy up and then head to work. But remember what I said, Robert—if we see you here again…”

Priest let his words linger, and Julien watched as Robbie nodded. It was obvious he now understood. If Robbie showed up at their place again, they would take him. They would take him, make him theirs, and there would be no turning back.