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“Robert? Is that an invitation?”
Robbie blinked several times and then automatically reverted to his usual ammo with this particular man—bitchy sarcasm. “You wish.”
“Yes. I think by now you know that I do.”
Caught off guard by that admission, and the way the vodka was making his head spin, Robbie swallowed, trying to keep up with the conversation. But Priest didn’t wait for him. Instead, he kept right on talking.
“You have a pistol for a mouth, Mr. Bianchi. You shoot to kill regardless of who’s around. I admire that. And here I thought our most common interest was in fucking Julien.”
A shocked sound left Robbie, but then he managed to relocate his tongue, attitude, and several brain cells. “Which apparently you just did. And for the record, I don’t shoot to kill. I just say it like it is.”
“As do I. And I didn’t fuck him. I sucked his cock while you listened,” Priest said conversationally, and then he switched gears. “How much have you had to drink tonight? You sound different. Mouthier than usual.”
“Uh, try none of your damn business,” Robbie said, his spine stiff with irritation and his cock now stiff with something else entirely.
“Robert, you can either tell me now or when Julien and I come and get you.”
Robbie gnawed on his lip, unable to decide if the idea of those two coming to get him made him excited or nervous. “There’s no way I’m going home with you,” he said, but knew it wouldn’t take much to change his mind. “I’m sorry if you need a third to keep your man satisfied, but it’s not going to be me.”
“Is that what you think? That I can’t keep Julien satisfied without the aid of another?”
“I don’t think about you at all.”
“Right,” Priest said, and then paused just long enough to have Robbie’s hand creeping back down to palm his erection. God, he was still so fucking hard. “And how long are you going to lie to yourself about that, Robert?”
“I’m not lying to myself about anything, Joel,” Robbie said, which was the biggest lie of all. “I don’t like you, and I don’t want to talk to you anymore. So if we’re done here, I’m going to hang up, go home, and get in bed.”
At the mention of his bed, Robbie had a sudden image of Julien looking sexy as sin as Priest sucked his— No. Damn him.
“I hate you,” Robbie said.
“I know. Which means we have a bit of a problem, you and I.”
“I don’t have a problem.”
“Yes, you do. You don’t like me.”
“Hello, I keep trying to tell you that.”
“I know. But the problem is, you distract me,” Priest said. “You distract me, and you make my husband hard.”
At that little announcement, Robbie found it difficult to swallow. Not something that was usually an issue for him. “Well, your marriage is certainly not my problem,” he said, although his dick suddenly wanted it to be.
“I agree. But it’s become apparent we both want you to be the solution.”
“Ha. Ha ha ha. I’m sorry. You just said that like you were asking to borrow a cup of sugar. Sorry to break it to you, but I’m not interested in helping solve your marital problems. Plus,” Robbie said, holding up a finger to make his point, as if Priest could actually see him, “I don’t make it a habit to play with those joined in holy matrimony.”
“But you make it a habit to lie, I see. That’s twice now,” Priest said. “That’s something we need to work on.”
“I’m not lying. And we are not working on anything. I’m hanging up.”
“So if Logan were to ask you to join him and Tate in their bed, you would say no?”
Would anyone say no to that? was Robbie’s immediate thought.
“See,” Priest said, “I was right, it all depends on who is tied in holy matrimony. Therefore, you lied.”
Flustered by his own weaknesses being thrown at him, and this entire phone call in general, Robbie couldn’t think of one damn thing to say.
“Don’t fool yourself, Robert. You’re interested in what I’m saying. Julien and I intrigue you, or you would’ve hung up the second I got on the phone. You’re hard right now, aren’t you?”
That finally had Robbie responding. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Sometimes. But I think you like that, don’t you?”
Do I? Robbie thought. Shit, maybe I do. Why else would I still be on the phone with him?
“Where are you?” Priest said.
“Like I’m telling you.”
“Isn’t that why you called? To ask Julien to come and take you home?”
“Actually,” Robbie said, deciding that two could play the game of shock and truth, “I was hoping he’d take me home and then come. But he’s already done that, so—”
“Julien would have no problem taking you anywhere or coming, despite having done so once tonight already.” Priest’s voice then dropped several intimidating octaves. “So if that’s what you really want, stop fucking around and tell us where you are.”
