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“You’re ours now, princess,” Priest said. “Every. Damn. Inch. Of. You.”
Robbie cried out as Priest punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, and when Julien threaded his fingers through Robbie’s hair, Priest stroked a hand up Robbie’s spine and covered Julien’s there.
As their eyes met, Priest rolled his hips, grinding his cock over Julien’s and hitting that sweet spot inside Robbie that had him going out of his mind.
“Ah, ah, ah…” Robbie cried out. “It’s so good. Both of you…soo good…”
“Like heaven, princesse,” Julien said, and Priest added, “Like fucking heaven.”
Robbie’s body stiffened between them then, and as a shout of pure fulfillment ripped free of him, he came all over Julien.
Priest then dug his fingers into Robbie’s hips as Julien’s cock pulsed against his own, triggering Priest’s orgasm, and only seconds later, the both of them came in a rush, deep inside the only man who’d ever felt as though he belonged where he currently was.
Between them. Joining them. Completing them.
And that was exactly who, and what, Robert Bianchi had just done.
He’d become theirs, and they—Priest kissed the back of Robbie’s neck as Julien kissed his cheek—had become his.
Chapter Sixteen
CONFESSION
There is strength in numbers.
Those on the outside protecting the one within.
That is us.
One. Two. Three.
ONE WEEK LATER
“OKAY, GUYS, THIS is our new street. Memorize the address. 2405 Bel Air Road, Los Angeles, California.”
Julien stared out the back window of his mom’s sleek Mercedes-Benz, as she wound them up a twisty road that took them higher and higher with every turn. On each side of the road, houses seemed to sprout out of the ground into towers that overlooked the side of the mountain they were climbing, and Julien had never seen anything like it.
Up in the front passenger seat, his sister peered out the windshield at the mansions sprawling out ahead of her, and when they turned up one road in particular and got a view of a massive white house with a terra cotta roof, she glanced back at Julien with eyes wide as saucers.
This sure wasn’t anything like their home back in France. This was…eye-opening. Everything was so new, so expensive looking, and more than a little intimidating. Julien had known his father made good money due to their circumstances back home—well, France—but when he looked at the homes and cars parked in the driveways here, he suddenly realized why his parents hadn’t minded uprooting their kids and moving across an ocean. This partnership his dad had taken had obviously been very lucrative.
“These houses are incredible,” Jacquelyn said, the awe in her voice matching what Julien felt as he stared at the shiny cars—he counted five—that sat in the driveway they’d just passed. “I can’t believe we’re going to live here.”
“Believe it, baby girl,” their mother said, as she looked over to Jacquelyn and ran a hand down her shiny hair. “Because this right here is ours.”
Their mother turned the car into a drive that had two heavy iron gates blocking a gravel entryway to the—
“Mon Dieu,” Julien said as he sat forward in the middle seat between his mom and sister, looking up at the huge white house they’d seen from one of the bends in the road. A house that overlooked—
“That’s the Stone Canyon Reservoir,” their mom said.
“It’s gorgeous,” Jacquelyn whispered, and then looked at Julien, their faces close enough that she grabbed his cheeks between her hands and squealed. “Eeek! Can you believe we’re going to live here? It’s like…like a castle.” Then she lowered her voice and whispered, “Can you imagine the parties we could have here?”
As their mom punched in a code on the small box by the gate, the iron bars slowly opened and she said, “Excuse-moi? Parties?”
Jacquelyn rolled her eyes as she flopped back in her seat. “Come on, Mom. This place is parfaite for parties. It will totally help with first impressions, since we’re the newbies this year.”
She wasn’t wrong, Julien thought as their mom drove them slowly up the drive. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to the idea of starting their senior year in a brand-new school and country. It was hard enough to get through high school without being the newbies with the accents, the twins, and also gay. So yeah, he was starting to like Jacquelyn’s idea of throwing a party to win over the natives more and more.
“We’ll talk about all of that later,” their mom said as she pulled the car to a stop in a huge circular courtyard made out of—merde—marble. “But for now, how about we head inside and each find a bedroom?”
“Find one?” Jacquelyn said, and then laughed. “How many are there?”
“Eight.”
“Eight?”
“Oui,” their mom said, and waggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows as she shoved open the car door. “So don’t run off or we might lose you.”
They all got out of the car and Julien raced his sister up to the huge double glass doors of the back entrance, and they both peered inside.
