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Julien basked in the compliment as Robbie cut into a second piece and quickly shoveled it into his mouth. The conversation was all but forgotten then, as he moaned in delight with each new flavor he tasted. Like a starved man, Robbie shut his eyes, and his tongue and teeth raked over his lower lip as he enjoyed each morsel of food until his plate was completely clean.
Once he was done, he must’ve remembered where he was and realized that no one else in the room was talking, because his eyes flew open and he looked up at them with a chagrined expression on his face.
“Sorry.” He let out a little laugh, and then put his knife and fork down. “That was really good. I guess I was hungrier than I thought.”
“Don’t ever apologize for eating,” Priest said.
“Especially my food.” Julien chuckled. “I could watch you eat like that all day.”
Robbie took a sip from his glass of water. “Well, I don’t always eat like a starving man. But this was like having an orgasm in my mouth.” When Priest arched an eyebrow, Robbie raised a shoulder and winked. “Well, another one, that is.”
“You’re incorrigible,” Priest said, as he picked up his own plate and set it on his lap.
“I think you like that about me.”
“I think you’re right.”
At Robbie’s slack-jawed expression, Julien let out a bark of laughter, and once Robbie picked his jaw up off the table, he said, “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted you liked me.”
“Actually,” Priest said, “I didn’t admit anything of the sort. I said that I liked that you’re incorrigible.”
ROBBIE ROLLED HIS eyes at Priest’s ever-present logic. He reminded him of a Vulcan—like, a really fucking hot one. “Whatever,” he said, as Priest continued to eat. “You like me. Just admit it.”
Priest swallowed his mouthful and nodded. “I do like you, a lot. Or you wouldn’t be sitting in our home, and you wouldn’t have sucked my husband’s cock tonight.”
Robbie’s pulse tripped at Priest’s blunt words, and he was grateful he’d already finished eating, because he surely would’ve choked, or something just as embarrassing. “Yes, well, lucky me. He has a fantastic cock.”
“We can most certainly agree on that.”
Robbie shifted on his knees as his dick reacted to the memory of Julien in his mouth, and then he cleared his throat and decided to change topic. “Speaking of your home, I like how you guys redecorated it,” he said, and then cursed himself because way to bring up the fact that you were here before with Logan, Bianchi—just when they’d all been starting to get along, too.
Priest didn’t seem bothered this time, though. He actually looked over at Julien and… Shit, is that a fucking smile?
“Julien took care of all that,” Priest said. “I know where I’m not wanted.”
“You’re always wanted. But oui,” Julien said, and placed a hand on Priest’s thigh. “Priest took a lot of photos, so I knew what I was working with while I was stuck in L.A. selling our house.”
Robbie looked between the two and was struck by what an interesting pair they were. Both were so incredibly different in personalities, and yet, in some ways, so similar that it was surprising they got along and didn’t kill each other trying to be the one in charge. Not to mention the way they looked. It was almost too much to take when both were focused on him, as they were now. The testosterone poured off them in ways Robbie had never quite been able to achieve. Where he had smaller and daintier features, both Julien and Priest had bold, strong details that made up their striking faces.
They were intriguing, sinfully attractive, and both staring at him as though waiting for him to speak, so he did. But what came out was not what he’d been expecting to say. “How did you two end up together? You don’t seem like—”
“A very good fit?” Julien said, as he sat forward to slide his empty plate onto the table.
“Well, yeah. I’m not trying to be rude or anything,” Robbie said, and then shook his head. “Sorry, it’s none of my business.”
“Actually, you’re wrong,” Priest said. “It is your business, considering what we’re asking of you. And you’re not being rude—for all intents and purposes, we shouldn’t fit. But somehow, we do.” Priest put the final bite of his meal in his mouth. “When we first met, Julien disliked me almost as much as you do.”
Robbie smirked as he pushed up onto the couch and settled back, crossing one leg over the other. “I think we can say as much as I did, for now. But that’s subject to change once the glow of my orgasm wears off.”
“Noted,” Priest said. “But that’s just a good excuse to give you another. Sooner rather than later.”
