BRAVO, MONSIEUR, THAT was perfect, Julien thought, as he looked over at Robbie, who was busy studying his plate.

When Julien had first entered the skybox, the tension up there could’ve been cut with a knife. But after a few minutes and a little visual stimulation, Robbie had finally let his frustration out and settled into being himself, which was exactly who they wanted him to be.

“I did promise you something French, didn’t I?” Julien said in answer to Robbie’s question, as he sat back on the seat and casually rested an arm behind Priest, and Robbie continued to inspect the food he’d just uncovered.

When he finally raised his eyes to meet Julien’s, the sass from only seconds ago had been replaced with awe and respect. “This is a work of art. I can’t eat this.”

“Yes, you can. He’ll be offended if you don’t,” Priest said, as he removed the cover on his plate also. “One thing you need to know about Julien is that his ego likes to be stroked almost as much as his cock.”

A burst of laughter escaped Robbie at that, and a truce of sorts settled around them all. “I know. I learned that from watching him on Chef Master.”

Priest took his napkin from the table, unfolded it, and draped it over his lap. “In that case, you also know he’s a pain in the ass. But if you ask him nicely, he’ll make sure to stretch you nice and good first.”

“It’s true, I will,” Julien said, and then slowly licked his lower lip. “One of my favorite things to do.”

“Oh my God,” Robbie said. “You two are… Shit.”

Julien winked and then gestured to the plate in front of Robbie. “Your meal tonight is: Colorado Lamb Chop, White and Petit Rouge Sea Island Peas, Yellow Chicorée, and Minted Mustard.”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Robbie said. “I’m still thinking about your favorite things list.”

Priest smirked as Julien repeated himself, and then he added, “I assume you eat meat.”

The minx across from them grinned an unholy grin and nodded. “Oh yes, I love to eat meat.”

Julien let his eyes fall to Robbie’s lips, picturing them wrapped around his or Priest’s cock, and then hummed in the back of his throat. “Bien. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Robbie looked at Priest’s plate, then his own, and said to Julien, “Are you not eating?”

“Non,” Julien said. “I was tasting as I cooked. I want you two to enjoy.”

Priest picked up the bottle of wine on the table to refill his glass, and then offered it to Robbie, who shook his head.

“I think I should stop with one drink tonight. I had plenty last night.”

“I agree,” Priest said, and Robbie immediately went on the defensive.

“Then why offer?”

“Because it’s the polite thing to do,” Priest said, as Julien filled a glass with water for Robbie instead.

“And you’re always polite?” Robbie said. “Yeah, right.”

“Perhaps polite is the wrong word,” Priest said, as he cut into his lamb chop.

“Proper,” Julien said. “The right word is proper. Priest likes things done as they should be. In order.”

Robbie rolled his eyes as he too cut into the lamb and then stabbed at it with his fork. “In other words, you’re a control freak.”

Priest silently brought the piece of lamb to his mouth, and as he slipped it inside, Julien watched those strong teeth bite down and clear the tines. Robbie was also staring across the table waiting for a reaction, and once Priest swallowed, he said, “Yes. That’s exactly what I am and what I like—control.”

Robbie’s eyes shifted back to Julien. “So how’s that work? You don’t exactly seem like the type who likes to be bossed around. I watched you on TV for four months, remember?”

Smart man. “You’re right. I’m not,” Julien said, as he slipped a hand over Priest’s thigh and Robbie brought his fork up to his mouth. “But that’s where you come in.”

Robbie’s fork halted midair, and the penny finally dropped. “Oh.”

“Oui.”

“So you want to control me?” Robbie started to laugh, and then he looked over at Priest, whose expression remained impassive, and laughed a little more. “Do I really seem like the kind of person who wants to be bossed around? Who’s going to listen to a word you say?”

“Yes,” Priest said, and Robbie’s mouth fell open.

“You’re delusional.”

“No, I’m not. Everything about you is shouting out for someone to look deeper. To find the real you, and know you,” Priest said, as he took hold of Julien’s hand and slid it up and over the erection now straining the zipper of his pants. “Your clothes, your attitude, all the glitter and shine. It makes my cock hard, and my fingers ache to strip away the layers because I want to see what’s underneath. We both want to see what’s underneath. And I think you want to show us.”

Julien caught the scent of Priest’s cologne as he widened his straddle on the seat beside him. A rich, masculine blend that brought to mind hot, rough sex, and Julien felt his heart race with anticipation.

At times like this, Priest was a force to be reckoned with. He was confident, determined, and focused on getting what he wanted—what they wanted—and that just happened to be the beautiful man sitting across from them all fresh-faced and wide-eyed.

* * *

ROBBIE COULDN’T TAKE his eyes off Priest. It was as though his words had hypnotized him, and he was surprised he hadn’t bent the fork he was holding, given how hard he was gripping the damn thing.

When he realized they were waiting for an answer, Robbie blinked a couple of times and said, “You’re wrong. I dress how I feel. There’s nothing more to it than that.”

“I agree,” Priest said. “You do dress according to how you feel. But the first time I saw you, you were lost. I’ve only ever met one other who was more so.”

Robbie narrowed his eyes, feeling more exposed sitting there fully dressed than he would’ve had he been standing naked. “I’m sorry, I thought you were a lawyer, not some second-rate psychiatrist. You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Trust me, I’m no psychiatrist. But I’ve been watching you for months now, and I know I’m right.”

Robbie snorted and put his fork back down on the plate, his food now forgotten. “You don’t know shit.”

“I know that you’re upset about Logan getting married, even though they’re your friends and you want them to be happy. I also know that you want to be with us, even though the thought of it scares you.”

Robbie’s leg started to bounce under the table, and he wanted to scream at Priest that he was wrong. But damn the bastard, he wasn’t.

“Why?” Priest said as his eyes moved over Robbie’s face. “Why are you scared of us? I know you’ve been with two men before, so it can’t be that.”

Robbie felt his cheeks flame, but he refused to feel ashamed of his past. It wasn’t like these two held the prize for ethics and fucking morals.

“It’s not that,” he said, and then looked over at Julien. “But I’ve never been with two who were married.”

“Was that on purpose or just the way it worked out?” Priest asked, and Robbie glared at him.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying as hell?”

“Yes, many times,” Priest said, and then his eyes squeezed shut and let out a hiss of air. “Julien,” he growled out.

“Mon amour…” Julien purred by Priest’s ear. “Ease up on the questions, non?”

Robbie’s eyes dropped to where Julien’s hand was under the table. He had an idea of what was going on down there, but instead of the pleasure he expected Priest to be getting, it seemed as though Julien was somehow reining the jackass in, and that was totally hot.

“Let go, Julien. Or start moving your fucking hand,” Priest said in a tone that sounded like a whip cracking, but Julien just chuckled.

Priest’s nostrils flared as he took in what appeared to be a calming breath, and then he reopened his eyes and focused on Robbie, who noticed they were now that melted steel color.

Priest was highly aroused, and suddenly Robbie didn’t care that Priest could see too much and wanted to boss his ass around in the bedroom. No, Robbie just wanted to watch whatever was going to happen next.

“Excuse his manners, princesse. But put the poor man out of his misery.” Julien grinned at Robbie, a teasing smile on his full lips, which lessened the harshness of the order he’d just given. But there was no mistake. It was an order. “Are you interested? Or are we just wasting our time here?”

Robbie swallowed, his dick hard and his heart pounding as he shook his head. “No.”

“No, we’re not wasting our time? Or no, you’re not interested?” Julien asked, and his arm began moving up and down in the age-old rhythm of giving a really solid hand job.

Robbie didn’t know where to look. Julien’s eyes were calling to him, but so was what his hand was doing, and then there was Priest, who was leaning back against the seat and had one hand gripping the table.

God, Robbie wanted to touch himself so badly. “I haven’t left yet, have I?”

Priest’s lips curved. “No. But maybe that’s because you’re afraid to stand.”

“And why would I be afraid of that?”

“Because then you wouldn’t be able to hide how fucking hot you are over the fact that Julien is getting me off right now.”

On reflex, Robbie stuck his tongue out at Priest, and those grey eyes dropped to his mouth.

“Come over here and do that,” Priest said, and when Robbie settled back in his chair and shook his head, he heard Julien laugh.

“Scared?” Priest asked.

“Smart,” Robbie replied. “You haven’t told me nearly enough for me to let you near my tongue.”

“Oh…” Julien said, and flicked his tongue over Priest’s earlobe. “Someone’s playing hard to get. I like that.”

Priest groaned and then shifted on his seat, and Robbie finally saw that Julien had undone Priest’s black pants and had his hand deep down inside them.

You hold the power, Robbie reminded himself, and right now, Julien Thornton and Joel Priestley were eyeing him like two hungry tigers.

“You want that, don’t you? My tongue in your mouth?” Robbie said. “In Julien’s.”

“I also want our cocks in yours,” Priest said. “So what more do you want to know here, Robert? My patience is wearing thin.”

“Well, for starters,” Robbie said, and shoved his chair back from the table, “what happens when your patience runs out? Are you going to come all over Julien’s hand? Or wouldn’t that be”—Robbie paused and pursed his lips as though thinking it over—“proper?”

* * *

PRIEST’S FINGERS TIGHTENED on the table in an effort not to haul himself up, march around it, and pull Robbie to his feet so he could take that sassy mouth with his own.

Fuck, he was perfect for them. The perfect blend of sass and sex, and when his temper got the better of him, Robbie didn’t have one damn problem standing up to either of them.

The only question that remained was: would he lie down for them? Kneel for them?

Priest took his hand off the table and placed it over the top of Julien’s to increase the pressure and pace, and didn’t miss the way Robbie’s eyes followed the move.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Priest said. “Coming on Julien is my right, just as it’s his with me. So it’s always proper. Always appropriate. We’d like that right with you.”

“Fuck,” Robbie said, and finally reached down to rub at the erection Priest could see outlined in his pants.

Julien hummed his enjoyment at what Robbie was doing, and Priest knew it was now or never to take this to the next step. “Unbutton your pants, Robert.”

Robbie was either going to tell them to fuck off and leave, or he was going to undo that cream button at the waist of his pants and show them what they wanted to see.

Robbie spread his legs and ever so slowly touched a finger to the button. “If I agree…” He looked at them both, his breathing more rapid, his neck flushed, and his hand back to massaging his dick. “Then what?”

“Then I’ll finally let you put something French in your mouth.” Just as Priest suspected, Robbie’s eyes flew to Julien, not the untouched meal on the table.

“Yes,” Priest said, and pumped his hips up, unable to stop the visual now in his head. “You’ll never taste anything better.”

“Not true, mon amour,” Julien said, and then lifted the hand he’d been using on Priest and dragged a sticky finger over his tongue. “You taste délicieusement bon.”

“Okay, fuck it. Yes,” Robbie said, and got to his feet. “I agree. But I have one condition.”

Priest arched an eyebrow, dying to know what that would be as Robbie popped the button open on his pants.

“I get to come tonight. I don’t care who does it and I don’t care how. But you better make me come after all this, or I won’t put out next time.”