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  Robbie shivered, and Priest leaned in and dragged his tongue along Robbie’s bicep to his elbow. “Ah… Shit, Priest,” Robbie said, as his head fell back against the wall, and Priest nipped at the tender skin at the crook of Robbie’s arm.

  Robbie rolled his hips forward, rubbing his erection against Priest’s thigh, and when a moan escaped him, Priest growled.

  “Between you in these, and Julien…” Priest brought his mouth back to Robbie’s. “I don’t know who is more fucking trouble.”

  Robbie panted against Priest’s lips. “You love us anyway.”

  “Yes, I do. But you know what else I love?” Priest trailed the backs of his fingers down one of Robbie’s arms, then he let go and took a step back. “I love making you wait for it.”

  Robbie’s breath left him in a rush. His jaw about hitting the floor when he realized Priest was stopping. “But…but it’s my birthday.”

  Priest chuckled at Robbie’s put-out tone and took in his swollen lips, flushed face, and that long, stiff cock he had no hope of hiding in his tiny pink thong.

  “Not yet it’s not,” Priest reminded him. “And Julien and I have decided a little birthday game is in order tonight.”

  “A game?” Robbie said, his interest clearly piqued. “What kind of game?”

  “If you can behave yourself until your actual birthday, then you can have anything your heart desires.”

  That piece of information got Robbie’s attention. One of his perfectly shaped eyebrows arched, and he eyed Priest in a way that made him think that Robbie was now imagining about a hundred different things he wanted, and planned, to ask for.

  “Anything?”

  “Anything. Provided you can keep your hands off this.” Priest cupped Robbie’s erection and squeezed. “Do you understand?”

  Robbie bit his bottom lip as he sized Priest up, clearly weighing the pros and cons of this little game—then he nodded.

  Priest crowded in, trapping his hand between them, and then whispered in Robbie’s ear, “That means no sneaking off to take care of this. No matter how much you might want to.”

  “Oh God,” Robbie said, his eyes opening as he writhed against Priest’s hand. “So basically, you’re both going to torture me all night.”

  Priest’s lips quirked. “Yes, but in the best way ever. Happy birthday.”

  Robbie’s eyes glittered with arousal and frustration, as Priest dropped his hands and walked back to the dresser where the drinks sat.

  “Now why don’t we go and make this afternoon just as hard on Julien?” Priest suggested. “You strutting around in this scrap of material is going to be a lesson in restraint for all of us.”

  “Serves you right,” Robbie said, and flashed an unholy grin as he sashayed by Priest, who was seriously questioning his own sanity.

  “Since you’re so into self-denial and all of that,” Robbie said, “you can follow me up the stairs. Enjoy the view, and just remember, you could’ve had it right here, right now. Your loss.”

  Robbie made his way up the stairs, adding an extra swing to his hips, and Priest climbed the stairs, two at a time, after him.

  THE SUN WARMED Julien as his mind began to relax along with his body, and he waited for his men to come back upstairs and join him. Now that he was home from his weekly meeting with his therapist, he was ready to enjoy the weekend.

  He couldn’t believe how fast the last few months had passed, or the fact they were now fully settled into their new house. But here they were, mid-August, about to celebrate Robbie’s thirtieth birthday, and the six months since they’d asked their princesse to make the huge commitment of buying a new house with them.

  Things finally felt like they were back on track. However, there was one last thing that was unfinished. Something that Julien and Priest planned to discuss with Robbie very soon. But before they could, they needed Robbie to do something. They needed him to—

  “Don’t grumble at me,” Robbie said, as he pushed open the door to the deck and appeared in far less than what he’d left in minutes earlier. “You’re the one who put the rules in place.”

  Priest was barely a step behind him, and as Julien took in the tiny string of pink fabric that clung to Robbie’s hips, Julien’s mind blanked and his body reacted with the same hunger he could see swirling in Priest’s eyes.

  “Mon Dieu.” Julien took his sunglasses off. “Viens ici, princesse.”

  Julien sat up and spread his legs on either side of the lounger, and waited for that delectable body to be within touching range. When Robbie came to a stop beside him, Julien ran a finger up the length of the erection that thong was doing nothing to conceal.

  “I don’t want to alarm you,” Julien said. “But it appears you bought the wrong size.”

  “Blame Priest. He made them a little…tighter than they should be,” Robbie said, and glanced over his shoulder to where Priest had put down the drinks and was walking around to the deep end of the pool.

  Ahh. Operation drive-their-princesse-crazy was now in full effect. The little birthday game Julien and Priest had come up with. “Did he?”

  “Yes,” Robbie said with a pout. “Teased me mercilessly, he did, and then left me hot, hard, and all kinds of bothered.”

  From across the deck, Priest laughed at the accusation, clearly not repentant at all as Julien swung his leg over the lounger and got to his feet.

  “That wasn’t very nice of him,” Julien said, as his eyes found his husband’s.

  “Nice wasn’t exactly my mood when I walked into our bedroom and found him on his hands and knees,” Priest replied.

  Julien chuckled, knowing he would’ve had the exact same reaction. “Non?” Julien brought his gaze back to Robbie’s. “What kind of mood was he in?”

  “A mean one,” Robbie said, as he trailed his finger down the center of Julien’s body to his navel. “But…he did say if I behaved myself this afternoon, the two of you would give me anything I want, the minute it’s my birthday.”

  A splash in the water behind them indicated that Priest had finally dived in, and Julien wondered if it was to cool off from whatever had happened downstairs or what he was watching right now. An aroused Robbie in next to nothing always tested their control, and Julien knew the goal tonight was to tease, which meant playing, but not coming—at least not yet.

  “That’s several hours from now,” Julien said, and caught hold of Robbie’s sneaky hand. “You better stop flirting with trouble.”

  “Aw. But I love flirting with you, Jules.”

  “Are you trying to say that I’m trouble, princesse?”

  Robbie adopted an innocent expression and gave a small shrug. “Priest’s words, not mine.”

  “Vraiment?”

  “Yes. Really,” Priest said from the water, where he had his arms folded along the edge of the pool and his hair slicked back from his face. “You’re both trouble. Now get in the pool, you two. I think you need the cooldown.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Robbie said, and batted his lashes. “I’m just standing here thinking about all the possibilities I have to look forward to when I win tonight.”

  “Oui,” Julien said. “That devious grin of yours gives you away.”

  “Hey,” Robbie said as he walked to the pool, his spectacular ass flexing with every step he took. “I’m just playing by you and your husband’s rules. If you don’t like them, then that’s on you.”

  As Robbie dove into the water, Julien made his way to where Priest was standing with a smirk on his handsome face. “You’re going to enjoy this, aren’t you, mon amour?”

  Priest ran his eyes over Julien in a way that had him reaching down to adjust himself. There was so much heat in those steel-colored eyes, and it was clear that Priest was in the kind of mood that both Julien and Robbie would greatly benefit from…eventually.

  “Yes, I am,” Priest said, his voice gruff, his control clearly being tested as much as Julien’s and Robbie’s. “Now get in the pool, Julien, befor
e our neighbors see even more of you than they’re used to.”

  “Bossy salopard.”

  “I’ll show you how bossy tonight.”

  “If that’s what Robbie wants,” Julien reminded him. “If not, you’re in trouble.”

  Priest chuckled, letting Julien know he wasn’t worried in the slightest. And why would he be? There was no way he or Robbie could resist a bossy Priest.

  So no matter which way things went tonight, Julien had a feeling that this would not be the last order he would be following from his sexy-as-sin husband.

  Chapter Two

  Even after all this time,

  he still makes my knees weak ~ Julien

  “ROBERT? ROBERT, YOUR phone is ringing.” Priest’s voice filtered into the master bathroom, where Robbie stood under one of the three showerheads, washing up from the pool. As the door opened, Robbie looked through the glass to see Priest walking inside with his ringing cell phone in hand.

  With shampoo in his hair, Robbie made sure to clear the soap away from his eyes as he moved to the edge of the shower and poked his head out. “Who is it?”

  Priest eyed him for a beat, and then said, “Your mother.”

  “Oh, ah, I’ll call her back,” Robbie said, his gaze dropping to the phone as though it were a grenade, and when Priest aimed a look of disbelief his way, Robbie added, “I will. Just let me finish in here, and then I’ll call her.”

  “I could always answer—”

  “No, no. That’s okay,” Robbie said, cutting off Priest’s offer, and when he tried for a smile, Priest raised an eyebrow. “She’s calling about my birthday, that’s all.”

  “And you, once again, are avoiding her. That’s all.”

  “I am not,” Robbie said, even though Priest was right. “I’m just—”

  “Lying through your teeth?” Priest suggested. “This discussion is not over. But your shampoo is about to get in your eyes.”

  Robbie swiped his hand across his forehead and huffed. “Fine. Let me wash it out and I’ll be right there.”

  Priest put the still-ringing phone on the vanity in front on the three-sink basin—to no doubt emphasize his point—and as he left, Robbie let out a deep sigh and shut his eyes. Moving back under the spray, he tipped his head up, let the water wash over him, and tried to shove aside Priest’s words. But it was no use—he could still hear them and knew them to be true.

  He was avoiding his mother—his whole family, really.

  Over the past several months, Robbie had gone out of his way to be busy, working, or otherwise engaged whenever he’d been invited back home or his ma told him she was coming to visit Nonna.

  He wasn’t proud of the fact, but he had a good reason—or should he say reasons—for the whole avoidance routine, and they were currently down in the kitchen waiting for him so they could celebrate his birthday.

  Ugh, I just need to bite the bullet and take them home already. Rip the Band-Aid off, Bianchi. The problem was that every time he had that thought, it was quickly followed by a mild panic attack over what would happen if his two worlds didn’t mesh.

  What if the two groups of people he loved the most hated each other?

  He couldn’t think of anything worse, and for that reason, every time the opportunity for him to come clean and bring his men home arose, Robbie quickly thought of a reason why they should wait.

  Because honestly, no matter how well his family knew him and his tendency to be a little less traditional than most, the thought of sitting down and telling his parents that he was in love, and involved with a married couple, seemed much more difficult than he’d originally anticipated.

  Hell, at this stage, he wouldn’t blame Julien and Priest if they didn’t want to go now that he’d postponed it for so long.

  Robbie turned off the water and snagged one of the plush towels hanging by the shower to scrub it over his hair. Once it wasn’t dripping anymore, he toweled himself off and wrapped it around his waist, and then headed across the tile floor to where the phone sat.

  A notification that his mother had left a voicemail was flashing across the screen, and as he opened it up and brought the phone to his ear, Robbie looked at himself in the mirror, checking to see if thirty was indeed being as kind to him as Julien had suggested.

  With his hair sticking out all over the place, and his skin flushed and dewy from the shower’s humidity, Robbie couldn’t see any lines or bags under his eyes, and decided that if this was thirty, then he could totally deal.

  “Robert Antonio Bianchi,” his mother said. “I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing that you can’t answer your phone on your birthday, but—”

  “It’s not his birthday yet,” his father cut in, making Robbie smile.

  “Oh hush, Antonio. He’s ignored two phone calls from me this week, and I will not put up with that.”

  And, of course, she was right. Usually, Robbie would have called her back by now, but he had a feeling that she was going to—

  “We want you to come home so we can celebrate your big day with you.”

  —ask him exactly that.

  “Do you hear me?” his mother continued. “If you can’t come this weekend, then pick one where you can. Your pa will make sure to be home from work, and we can just make it a small family affair.”

  Uh, yeah, okay. Small and Bianchi did not go hand in hand…like, ever.

  “Call me back, young man, or I am going to turn up on your new doorstep. Don’t think I won’t.” With that final threat, his mother ended the call, and when Robbie looked at his reflection this time, the fear of her following through on that threat was there in his wide eyes.

  Not wanting a surprise visit in his near future, Robbie decided there were no more ways to avoid the inevitable and hit the “call back” button, and after two rings, it was answered.

  “Pronto,” his mother said, and despite his reluctance to call, just hearing her voice made a smile curve Robbie’s lips.

  “Hey there, Ma.”

  “Robert, baby, it’s about time you called me back.”

  Robbie turned away from the mirror to lean against the edge of the vanity. “I know. I’m sorry. I was in the shower when you called just now.”

  “And the time before that?” she asked. “Were you showering then too?”

  There it was. No one could guilt a person quite like an Italian mother. “No, I was just…” While Robbie tried to find an excuse that wasn’t a flat-out lie, his mother cut in.

  “Avoiding me? You weren’t avoiding your mother, were you, Robert?”

  “No, Ma, I—”

  “Robert,” she said. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. We haven’t seen you in months, baby. The last time was at Mr. Thornton’s restaurant, which was lovely, but are you really trying to tell me that you’ve been too busy to come and visit your family? Your sister is pregnant, for heaven’s sake. With the rate you’re going, the child will be two years old and walking before you get back here.”

  Robbie’s lips twitched at the thorough dressing down he was getting, but couldn’t disagree. It was time to go home and see his family. He missed them. But the problem was that he wanted to take Julien and Priest with him, and that was going to be a…delicate situation, to say the least.

  “I have to work next weekend,” Robbie said, not believing he was actually about to commit to this. “But the weekend after, I can totally be there. Maybe Friday through Sunday?”

  “Oh, that would be wonderful,” his mother said as though she hadn’t just threatened an ambush. “A little late, but we can work with that. Plus, it’ll give your pa time to arrange being home, and the girls can decide who is going to do what.”

  “Ma. Small,” Robbie said, thinking he’d much prefer introducing Julien and Priest to his immediate family first, before subjecting them to, well, everyone else. “You said you’d keep it small.”

  “Yes, yes, I know. But it’s my baby boy’s thirtieth birthday. We need to celebrate, and since whe
n have you ever said no to a party?”

  “Never. But, um…” Robbie chewed on his lower lip. Shit, how did he bring up this next part in any kind of casual conversation? Oh, just spit it out. It’s not going to get any easier tomorrow. “I’m going to be bringing my boyfriends home with me to meet you guys. I hope that’s okay.”

  There was a long pause, and Robbie shut his eyes. God, he was nervous about this. More so than he’d expected to be. He’d never brought anyone home to Oshkosh before, and certainly not anyone he was in a serious relationship with. And suddenly, he found himself praying that his mother wasn’t about to hang up on him.

  “Boy-friends?”

  Robbie nodded, but when he realized she couldn’t see him, he said, “Uh… Yes?”

  More silence greeted him, and Robbie wished he could see her face. He wished he could gauge what she might be thinking. His parents had always been so understanding of who he was, and embraced it. But would this be too much?

  “Robert?”

  Robbie gulped. “Yes, Ma?”

  “I hope that’s not the reason you’ve been staying away.” The seriousness in her voice made Robbie’s guilt magnify. He was about to try and half-ass his way through an apology when she said something that had his jaw just about hitting the floor. “We’ll see you in two weeks. And Robert? Say hello to Mr. Thornton and Mr. Priestley. I look forward to getting to know them when you bring them home with you. Talk soon, baby boy. Bye.”

  Robbie stared at the now-silent phone in his hand.

  Well, I’ll be damned… She really had worked it out from that one meeting at JULIEN, and she didn’t seem too upset. More annoyed that he hadn’t been home to visit. Huh. Well, it seemed the three of them would soon be heading up to Oshkosh, but not tonight.

  No. Tonight, he was going to celebrate his birthday in the best way possible. By winning this little game his men had devised for him, so he could claim his prize.