PRIEST PULLED THE Range Rover up to the curb outside of Robbie’s place at six on the dot, and as soon as he was in park, he sent off a text to the man inside.

Priest: Your carriage awaits, princess.

The sun had set around an hour ago, and as Priest sat in the dark confines of the car, his eyes were trained on the front door of what he knew was Robbie’s nonna’s house. It was a nice place—one of the original Victorian styles, by the looks of it. Worth a small fortune with its location here in town.

A light flicked on, illuminating the front door, and when it was shoved open and Robbie stepped out, Priest’s eyes fastened on the man now standing on the stoop. In tight black pants that fit like a second skin, Robbie’s legs looked as though they went on for days. It made Priest want to see them wrapped around his waist or hoisted over Julien’s shoulders.

He had on a blue cable knit sweater with a faux-fur collar that outlined his elegant neck and broad shoulders. It hugged his lean torso and trim waist, and on his hands were black leather gloves to ward off the cold as Robbie picked up his overnight bag and headed down the stairs toward the SUV.

Priest sent a quick text to Julien, letting him know they’d be about twenty minutes, and then he watched Robbie’s approach and had to readjust himself so as to not be uncomfortable when the passenger door opened.

As the light flooded the interior of the vehicle, Robbie tossed his bag onto the floor and then climbed inside, and once he shut the door and the glow faded, he said, “Hey.”

Priest noticed the way Robbie clasped his hands in his lap and his leg was doing that nervous little jig of his, and figured he was wondering how to act after the texts the three of them had shared today. Not to mention the expectation of what was about to happen tonight. So before they left, Priest wanted to make sure everything was all right. That Robbie really wanted to be there.

“Hey?” Priest said, and Robbie looked over at him. “That isn’t the greeting I expected from the man who has spent the last few hours sending me and my husband provocative photographs.”

“Well,” Robbie said, his expression slightly pinched, “it’s the only greeting you’re going to get while my nonna is standing in the living room window watching us.”

Ahh, okay. Priest’s eyes went past Robbie’s shoulder, and that was when he saw it—the curtain in the front window shifted, and he reached over and slid his hand across the top of Robbie’s thigh.

“Oh shit.” The words left Robbie’s lips on a sigh as he shut his eyes and pressed back into the headrest.

“She knows you’re gay, I assume.”

“Of course,” Robbie said, his eyes flashing open to lock on Priest. “As if I could hide that.”

“Then why would she care if she saw you greeting a man with a kiss?”

“You were going to kiss me?”

Priest’s lips quirked as he inched his palm further up Robbie’s thigh, and Robbie clamped a hand down over it.

“I was,” Priest said. “So, tell me why it is that I’m only allowed to sit here and look at your mouth, instead of being able to taste it?”

Robbie’s mouth parted, and the pink tip of his tongue flirted with his lower lip as his breathing increased in pace. “Shit. Umm…”

“I’m waiting.”

“I know,” Robbie said. “I’m trying to remember the question.”

“Why can’t I kiss you, Robert?”

Robbie’s eyes lowered to Priest’s mouth and he swallowed. “Because she saw Julien drop me off in the same car yesterday, and asked me about him at lunch today. If she sees you, the man who helped us with Vanessa, kissing me? Things are going to get really difficult.”

“I see.” And Priest did. That could get a little bit awkward around the dinner table.

“Jesus, can you stop moving your hand?”

“No,” Priest said. “And since a kiss is out of the question until later, undo these pants. I want to see what you saved for us tonight.”

Robbie’s breath caught, and then came out in a rush as he laughed. “Are you serious?”

“I’m always serious,” Priest said, and then dropped his eyes to Robbie’s lap, where the very clear outline of his erection could be seen. “The windows are high enough that no one can see but me.”

Priest shifted back to his side of the seat and hit the ignition button on the car, and as he pulled out and started down the street, Robbie spread his legs a little and reached for his zipper.

It was clear he hadn’t worn much beneath his pants tonight with how tight they were, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when Robbie undid them and Priest saw his cock straining out of the tiny piece of black material that had no hope of concealing it.

Priest clenched his jaw as he pulled up at a set of lights and said, “I’m going to enjoy sucking that.” Robbie moaned and began to move his fist up and down his engorged length, swiping his thumb over the glistening head, and Priest growled in the back of his throat. “Give me your hand.”

Robbie swallowed but eagerly let go of himself to raise his arm, and when his hand was across the vehicle, Priest took hold of his wrist, brought it to his mouth, and sucked his thumb inside.

“Oh my fucking God,” Robbie said, his eyes on what Priest was doing even as his hips fucked up from the seat, and then a horn blasted behind them and Priest let him go.

“Fucking delicious. Now put your hands under your legs,” Priest said, as he put his foot to the gas. “Yes. Just like that. I want to look at what’s going to be ours tonight. But with you playing with yourself, we just might not make it home in one piece, and Julien would kill us for missing dinner.”

* * *

ROBBIE WAS AWARE of every pulse in his dick for the fifteen minutes it took to get where they were going. Just as he was aware of Priest’s eyes on him, his hands on the steering wheel, and that mouth surrounded by the scruff… Sweet Jesus, he keeps licking it. Robbie had never wanted a set of lips around his cock more, and when Priest finally pulled into the parking garage and wove his way down the concrete columned walls to his spot, Robbie thought he might pass out from the lack of blood in his head.

As the engine cut off, Robbie swallowed and waited for his next order, and when Priest said, “Zip up,” Robbie had to admit he was a little disappointed.

They walked across the parking garage in total silence, Priest with his briefcase and Robbie with his overnight bag, and when they got to the elevator and the doors opened, Robbie swore he could feel every nerve in his body, they were on such high alert.

There was something to be said for this ironlike control of Priest’s. It was frustrating as fuck, but holy shit did it ramp up the anticipation. At this stage, Robbie was convinced he would be able to drill through steel with what he was packing in his pants.

When the elevator dinged, Robbie followed Priest out into the hall.

“Is this payback for the photos today?” Robbie asked. He probably deserved it, at least a little. “I thought you’d like them.” He pouted, and as they reached their destination, Priest turned on Robbie and backed him up to the opposite wall until they were so close that their erections became extremely aware of each other.

“I liked them,” Priest said, his voice a low, rumbling warning. “I liked them so much it is taking every ounce of control I possess not to turn you around, rip your pants off, and fuck you right here in the hall.”

Robbie’s chest rose and fell at the wild look in Priest’s eyes, and he knew that at some point tonight the beast that was lurking under there, the untamed animal that Priest and Julien kept a tight leash on, was finally going to come out to play—and Robbie couldn’t wait.

“Do you understand?” Priest said as he took a step back and turned to the front door.

As he unlocked it and pushed it open, Robbie straightened and sauntered forward, his hips swaying, his head tilted up, and when he stopped beside Priest, he looked him dead in the eye and said, “Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Priest’s eyes flared. “Because you’ll be lucky if you can crawl by the time we get through with you tonight.”

“Promises, promises,” Robbie said, and then he walked off in the direction of the delicious aromas wafting throughout the condo.

* * *

AS ROBBIE STEPPED into the living room, Julien saw him drop his bag by the wall out of the way, and then Robbie immediately sought Julien out where he was in the kitchen placing a frying pan and pot on top of the stove.

“Bonsoir, princesse,” Julien said as he heard the front door shut. “You look gorgeous as usual.”

Robbie blew Julien a kiss. “Thank you. And you look smokin’ hot as always. Seems fitting, since you love to be around flames and fire.”

Julien wiped his hands over the white apron he’d tied around his navy-blue pants and white button-down. Then he walked around the counter and kissed both of Robbie’s cheeks. Robbie turned his head at the last second and caught Julien’s lips in a cheeky kiss.

“Sorry,” Robbie said, but it was clear by his grin that he wasn’t in the least. “There was all this talk of kissing in the car, and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh? Just talk?” Julien said. “That’s never fun.”

“I know, but kissing you made it all better.” Robbie glanced over his shoulder as Priest walked into the living room.

“I’m going to get out of this suit and unwind a little before dinner,” Priest said, as he picked up Robbie’s discarded bag.

It was obvious to Julien by the set of Priest’s shoulders that whatever had—or in this case, hadn’t—occurred on the drive home, Priest was most certainly in need of a timeout if they were going to take things slow.

“Thirty minutes,” Julien told him, and Priest nodded and then disappeared into the bedroom.

“Unwind?” Robbie said. “And what does that entail? A thousand push-ups? Followed by a thousand jumping jacks?”

Julien shook his head as he walked over to the cutting board where a tray of steaks and a mortar and pestle sat. “It involves a soak in the tub.”

“Really?” Robbie said, as he took his gloves off and put them on the kitchen island by the bottle of wine Julien had started about half an hour ago. “I love baths, but I wouldn’t have pictured him in one.”

“You should,” Julien said with a wink. “It’s quite a sight. He has a stressful job. A bath, among other things, clears his head.”

As Robbie looked over at the open door of the master bedroom, Julien began to grind peppercorns in the ceramic bowl.

“And let me guess, crushing things clears yours?” Robbie said as he walked over.

“It keeps my hands busy and off more tempting delights, oui.”

Robbie winked, and suddenly Julien had the intense desire to forget dinner and skip straight to the getting-naked part. Maybe they could just join Priest in the bath. But then that wouldn’t be very relaxing now, would it?

“So what are we making?” Robbie asked, and Julien was grateful for the change of subject. They would all be naked soon enough.

“Something relatively simple but délicieux. Steak au poivre.”

“I don’t think you’re capable of making something simple.”

Julien tipped the peppercorns into a small bowl by the cutting board, where there was another one full of salt. “You’re right, princesse, I can’t. This will be the best steak au poivre you’ve ever put in your mouth.”

“Well, it’ll be the first, so—”

“So nothing,” Julien said, then reached for his glass of wine, took a sip, and cast an arrogant look Robbie’s way. “Regardless of whether it’s the first or last, I only ever make the best.”

“Ah ha!” Robbie said, and pointed. “There it is. I’ve been waiting to see the Prick up close.”

“I believe you’ve been closer to my prick than this.”

Robbie leaned his hip against the counter and grinned. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Then what do you mean? What have you been waiting to see?”

“That I’m better than everyone else act.” Robbie placed a hand over his heart and practically swooned at Julien’s feet.

Julien smirked at his theatrics. “It’s not an act. In the kitchen, I am better than everyone else. That’s why I won the show. It’s why I’ve won several culinary awards both here and abroad, and it’s also why I have two—soon to be three—of the top restaurants in America. Next, I plan to take on international markets.”

“Ahh, I love it,” Robbie said. “My heart’s all aflutter.”

“All aflutter?”

“Yes. I love that arrogant, I’m the best, alpha stuff. It’s so hot.”

Which explained why Robbie was interested in them. Arrogant, alpha. If that was what he loved, he couldn’t get more so than the two of them. They were both so dominant in their mind-sets that sometimes neither wanted to relent. Hence the need for someone like this beautiful man to come between them, in all manners of speaking.

Julien walked around Robbie and flicked on one of the gas burners before he reached up into the cabinet overhead to grab an extra wine glass. He then picked up the open bottle of Merlot on the kitchen island, poured a glass, and took it over to where Robbie stood.

“Why don’t you take this in to Priest while I finish up out here? Everything’s ready; I just have to cook it.”

Robbie looked at the glass of wine, and then back up to Julien’s eyes. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Oui. It’s either that or fuck you.”

“I wouldn’t object,” Robbie said. “And by the way, that’s the second time I’ve been threatened tonight. I really hope you two aren’t all talk.”

As Robbie went to lean back on the counter, Julien grabbed his arm to stop him. “Be careful there.”

Robbie looked back to see he’d been precariously close to leaning against one of the burners instead of the counter.

“We don’t want to burn that bottom.”

When Robbie looked back at Julien, he winked. “The bottom appreciates that.” Then he took the glass out of Julien’s hand.

“Would you like a glass now, or with dinner?” Julien asked.

“I’ll wait.” Robbie headed out of the kitchen, and when he was halfway across the living room, he said, “That seems to be what you both want tonight, and I really want whatever reward I’m going to get for my good behavior.”

As Robbie disappeared through the bedroom door, Julien went back over to finish up their meal, and found he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face or get his cock back under control. Something he figured wouldn’t happen until this night was over.

* * *

PRIEST SANK DOWN in the close-to-scalding water, and as the warmth penetrated his skin and soothed his tense muscles, he shut his eyes and let out a calming breath.

The drive from Robbie’s house back to theirs had been an exercise in restraint, as had that moment in the hallway and every moment up until now. But knowing what was going to happen after dinner tonight had been enough to keep him from acting on his urges.

Priest ran his wet hands through his hair, shoving it back off his face, and tried not to think about how fucking good it was going to feel when he finally got inside Robbie.

Calm down, he told himself, and then slipped a hand under the water to stroke his angry cock. It’d been a while since he’d denied himself for this long, and as his fist curled around his thick length, he arched up. He gave himself a couple of hard pulls and then made himself let go, then he white-knuckled the side of the tub so he wouldn’t be tempted further. That was when someone behind him said, “You have an aquarium in your bathroom?”

Priest opened his eyes and focused on the wall beside him, where a horizontal tank ran the length of his tub. He watched as one of the black and silver angelfish glided through the water, from top to bottom. “We do. Julien had it installed when we remodeled it. They relax me. They’re so quiet. So graceful. In our next place, we plan to have one in the bedroom.”

Robbie wandered further into the bathroom, his eyes locked on the coral reef that several fish were playing hide-and-seek inside. “It’s beautiful. Magical.”

“I think so.” Priest looked up at him and saw that Robbie was holding a glass of wine. “Is that for me?”

Robbie’s eyes shifted down to him, and when he seemed to remember that Priest was lounging in the tub naked, his eyes widened a fraction and he managed a slow nod.

A smirk crossed Priest’s mouth as he raised a hand and said, “May I have it?”

Robbie’s eyes were fixed on his face, but as he handed Priest the glass, he finally let them rove down along Priest’s nude body.

Priest didn’t say a word. They’d had several intimate moments before now, but this was the first time Robbie was seeing him fully undressed. He took a sip of his wine and let Robbie look his fill, and when the outline of a very stiff cock appeared in Robbie’s pants, Priest said in a gravelly voice, “Robert?” Robbie’s eyes flicked to his. “Take off your sweater.”

Robbie gnawed on his lower lip, but reached for the hem of that cable knit top and tugged it up over his head. When he tossed it down at his feet, Priest took another sip of his wine and said, “Kneel down on it.”

Robbie swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, drawing Priest’s attention as Robbie ever so slowly went down to his knees by the side of the tub. Priest switched his wine glass to his opposite hand, and then took the sponge out of the clear water and wrung it out before handing it over to Robbie, who took it without question.

The only sound in the room was that of their breathing and the bubbles in the tank on the wall, and when Priest looked to the soap on the silver bathtub caddy, Robbie reached across to pick it up.

With his eyes still locked on Priest’s, Robbie rubbed the soap over the sponge several times before placing it back on the rack, and then he rose to his knees and began to stroke the soapy suds over Priest’s chest.

As Robbie made even sweeps across Priest’s collarbone, shoulders, and back down the center of his pecs, a rumble of approval left Priest. Then Robbie’s hand dipped a little way into the water, and he brought the sponge back up to rinse Priest off.

Not once did Robbie take his eyes off Priest’s, and when Priest brought his glass back to his lips, he said, “Why don’t you acquaint yourself with what’s going to be in you later tonight? You know you’re dying to.”

Robbie sank his teeth into his bottom lip, and then lowered his eyes to the very erect cock between Priest’s thighs. He slowly dragged the sponge down the center of Priest’s body to where his treasure trail started, and when Robbie paused and looked back to Priest, his eyes were dark with arousal.

“Touch me,” Priest said, and Robbie let go of the sponge and replaced it with his fingers. He trailed the tips down under the surface, and when he touched the head of Priest’s cock, he gasped.

“More,” Priest demanded, and Robbie stroked his fingers down the long length of his cock, and when he got to the base, Priest said, “Wrap your hand around me.”

As Robbie tried, his eyes flew up to Priest’s, his lips parted with excitement and lust as he squirmed where he knelt. “I can’t. It’s too big. You’re so thick and hard. God, I want it…”

Robbie was squeezing Priest now, his fingers tightening and loosening, testing what he’d said, and Priest gritted his teeth.

“Robert?” Robbie’s hand froze beneath the water at the gravelly sound of his name, and Priest held his empty wine glass out to him. “It’s dinnertime. You better go out to the kitchen before you get into trouble in here.”

Robbie reluctantly let go of him and nodded as he took the glass.

“Thank you for the wine,” Priest said, as though that were the only thing Robbie had brought him. “It was exactly what I needed.”

Robbie got to his feet and adjusted his hard-on the best he could, and when he went to pick up his shirt, Priest shook his head.

“Leave it off. I want to look at you through dinner and imagine how you’re going to feel under me.”

“Fuck me.” Robbie sighed.

“I’m going to, very soon.”

Robbie nodded as he slowly backed away from the tub, and when he ran into the wall, Priest chuckled.

“Careful. See you soon, princess.”