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Those who are meant to be yours will always find you.
Tonight he’d come to these men—his men—and as he fell asleep beside them, he knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Robbie Bianchi was finally home.
“Tu as l’air délicieux dans mon peignoir, mon cœur. Presque autant que lorsque tu ne le portes pas.”
That bright, beautiful boy you once knew? He’s grown into a man that I find utterly captivating, and he is ours to protect now. Mine and Julien’s. You need to stand down, Logan. Be his friend—be our friend. But stop making assumptions about something you know nothing about.”
“Tu as un goût divin, princesse. Je pourrais te dévorer toute la journée.”
you taste like heaven, and I could eat you all day.” Robbie winked, his brain now obviously well and truly functioning once again. “I do, don’t I?” Julien shut his eyes and gritted his teeth as he tried to rein in the urge he had to fuck Robbie where he stood. Flirty little minx.
“There’s no way he ever looked at you other than the way he does now.” “And how does Priest look at me, princesse?” “Like you’re everything he needs to survive another day.”
“Excuse me?” “Lunch? As in food? Will you eat with me tomorrow?” “Why?” Julien now wrapped his hands around the bars where Priest had been holding and leaned in to say, “Because it’s either that or I break another law to see you again.”
“I like the table,” Priest said. “The idea of it. That at the end of the day you come together with those you care about to share a meal and share your successes or failures. It’s the time you connect and either enjoy one another’s good fortune or help one another through the bad. It’s a safe place. And if we’re in the same house at the same time for a meal, we will always make an effort to sit down together without interruption.”
“I’d feel like I was home,” Robbie whispered. “Then you should sit, princesse,” Julien said, capturing Robbie’s attention, and when he looked over at Julien, Robbie saw a possessive light in his eyes that he’d never seen before. “Because that’s exactly where you are.”
Some books are so familiar, reading them is like being home again.’”
There is nothing more tempting than a ballsy princesse asking for what he wants.
Robbie grinned, unable to hold back the pleasure he felt at those words, because hell if it wasn’t true. He did have two men. Two amazing men who were waiting to take him home and do all kinds of naughty things to him, judging by the promises in their eyes, and he wasn’t about to wait another minute to get out of there.
What I want to do to our princesse will definitely require a priest.
Putain, they were stunning together like this. “Mon Dieu, princesse. You look like an invitation to sin,”
Two is always better than one. And three? Three is even better.
Oh fuck… Fuck. It appeared that Priest was done with watching for the night, and that was fine with Robbie, because he was more than ready to double his pleasure.
Between them. Joining them. Completing them.
He’d become theirs, and they—Priest kissed the back of Robbie’s neck as Julien kissed his cheek—had become his.
There is strength in numbers. Those on the outside protecting the one within. That is us. One. Two. Three.
“Je suis vraiment trop con d’être venu ici.” Christ. Whenever Julien spoke French—even to insult him—Priest wanted to grab him and kiss him
it had also been their first kiss. Priest still remembered the way his heart had just about stopped at that simple touch. It had been sad and short, and everything a first kiss shouldn’t be. But for him, it had been magic.
“Somewhere in these past few months, I lost my mind over you, Robert Bianchi. It’s only now that my heart’s beginning to catch up.”
Robbie nodded and felt the devil on his shoulder as he said, “What’s not to love? Julien cooks, you worry about the important stuff, and I make everything sparkle.” That elusive smile of Priest’s lit his face, and Robbie added, “I also love that I can do that.” “What?” “Make you smile.
mon beau voleur de cœurs, because tonight, I believe you stole another heart.”
“I wasn’t sure you were ready for just me, and neither was Julien.”
“You loved your sister,” Robbie said. “You should celebrate that. Celebrate her. Remember what made her happy and the sound of her laugh. And let yourself see her when you look in the mirror, because Julien? She’s there. And she’s beautiful.”
“C’est bon de savoir que mes hommes sont à la maison, sains et saufs.”
“What is this music?” “It’s Miles Davis,” Priest said. “I find it relaxes me while I work.” “Relaxes you? I’m surprised you’re not catatonic.”
“And then, see, if you say something like that…” Robbie touched his fingers to his cheeks. “You’ll turn pink and we’ll want to eat you.” Robbie shook his head and turned to Priest, who kissed him hard
“I don’t want to embarrass you and Priest, and most of my clothes are—” “Gorgeous,” Julien finished for him, as he looked Robbie directly in the eye. “You can wear whatever you like. You could never embarrass us.” “You don’t have to say that, Jules,” Robbie said, and then shook his head. “I know I’m a little loud. Bright colors—” “Suit you. You’re one of the brightest, happiest people I’ve ever met, princesse.
