Confessions: The Princess, The Prick & The Priest (Confessions Series Book 4)

by Ella Frank

  “Oh fuck. Fuck me,” Robbie said as Julien wrapped his fingers around Robbie’s dick and directed it toward Priest’s mouth.

  When the salty evidence of Robbie’s arousal coated Priest’s lips, he growled and then shifted to rub his beard up along the side of Robbie’s sensitive flesh, and Robbie’s hands tightened.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Priest said. “Hold on.” Then Priest opened his mouth and swallowed Robbie to the back of his throat.

  The shout that filled the darkened street was quickly muffled, and when Priest looked up and saw Julien’s hand over Robbie’s mouth and Robbie’s teeth biting into it to keep quiet, Priest had to practically strangle his own dick to keep from coming.

  Fuck they were sexy, and when Robbie punched forward, shoving back between Priest’s lips, Priest closed his eyes and let Robbie go at him. He reveled at the painful pulls to his hair and the desperate, almost frantic way Robbie was pumping in and out of his mouth.

  It was dirty, rough, and one of the most erotic things Priest had ever seen or heard, and the muffled moans from Robbie made Priest want to give Julien something before Robbie came.

  Since they couldn’t get inside Robbie right now, Priest had another idea in mind, and as he drew his mouth off Robbie’s cock, he dragged his teeth over his swollen lip and said, “Julien?”

  Julien’s fevered stare found his. “Oui, mon amour?”

  Priest smiled at the ragged edge to Julien’s voice, and he decided to test Robbie’s French a little. “Doigte notre princesse, pendant que je suce sa queue.”

  Julien planted a kiss beneath Robbie’s ear and asked, “Would you like that, princesse?”

  Robbie nodded, his comprehension of the language now good enough that he’d worked out most of what Priest had said.

  Now all Priest had to do was wait for Julien’s next move.

  JULIEN COULD FEEL Robbie’s entire body vibrating against him, as he kissed his way up Robbie’s ear and whispered, “Would you like my finger in you while you fuck Priest’s mouth?”

  Robbie nodded again, and Julien ground his aching dick against Robbie’s ass before he sucked a finger into his mouth and slipped his hand down the back of Robbie’s skinny jeans.

  As he trailed his finger between Robbie’s tight ass cheeks, they flexed, and Robbie whimpered, and when Julien massaged the pad of his index finger over Robbie’s pucker, he said to Priest, “Suce-le.”

  Priest parted his lips, and this time Robbie slid inside his mouth without needing any instruction. Julien wound an arm around Robbie’s waist, and as his finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle, Robbie slapped a palm on the brick wall beside them and bucked back, and Julien burrowed his finger in deeper.

  “Ah, damn, Jules… Yeah, right there. Right fucking there.”

  Julien could see Priest’s head moving up and down as Robbie’s fingers twisted in his auburn hair, and when Julien sucked on Robbie’s ear, he began to talk to him in French, knowing just how hot that got the both of them.

  “Tu es si beau, princesse. Étroit, chaud, comme l’enfer et le paradis à la fois.”

  Robbie’s fingers tensed on the bricks, and as he thrust his hips forward, Julien massaged his prostate, and Robbie’s head strained back until their cheeks were touching.

  “Encore. Encore,” Robbie said, and Julien took his lips in a crushing kiss as he slid his finger free and then pushed it back in, rubbing up against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Robbie finally ripped his mouth away and dropped his arm from the brick to grab at Priest’s hair.

  A long groan left Robbie’s lips as he stiffened and his ass clenched, and Julien wished like hell it was his cock inside of him as Robbie came hard down Priest’s throat.

  Robbie’s breathing left him in ragged bursts as he leaned back in search of Julien’s mouth. Julien took his lips, and as their tongues rubbed up against each other, Julien freed his hand and pulled Robbie back against him.

  When he finally freed Robbie’s mouth, they saw that Priest was standing as he reached for Julien, leaned in, and crushed their mouths together, sharing the delicious taste of Robbie.

  Julien grunted as Priest growled against his lips, and he knew it would be a race as to who got in their princesse first tonight.

  “Let’s go,” Priest said, and when they both turned to Robbie, he was re-buttoning his jeans. “Don’t get too zipped up. You’ll be lucky if you make it out of the garage with how hard the two of us are.”

  Robbie’s eyes fell down to the erections straining behind Julien’s and Priest’s zippers. “Promise?”

  Julien took Robbie’s hand, tugged him forward, and kissed that sassy mouth of his. “Promis.”

  “Shit, okay, let’s go,” Robbie said, and when they all stepped back out into the street and headed toward the car, he added, “So were you thinking against the wall? Or, oooh, over the hood of the car?”

  “I swear to God, if you keep talking, it’s going to be in the back seat of the car as soon as we get in it,” Priest said, his control clearly being tested as much as Julien’s.

  “Promise?” Robbie said, and then laughed like the teasing, satisfied minx he was as they climbed in the car, their final destination and intention having erased all other things but the three of them from this night.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Uh, what the what?

  ~ Robbie

  “OKAY, I’M OUT unless you need anything else,” Robbie said, as he walked out of the back room of The Popped Cherry with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

  “I think I’ve got it under control,” Tate said as he wiped down the bar. “You have a good break.”

  “Will do,” Robbie said, and looked at his watch. “I shouldn’t be too long. It’s just down the street, and—”

  “I’m sure I can manage.” Tate chuckled and flashed that pearly-white grin of his. “Just remember, every minute you’re late, your boss will dock your pay. He’s mean like that.”

  Robbie rolled his eyes, Tate had never once docked his pay. He was the best boss Robbie had ever had. “You know, he is kind of a hard-ass.”

  As Robbie walked by, he made a show of lingering behind Tate and dropping his eyes to emphasize exactly which ass he was referring to.

  “I thought you were on your dinner break,” Tate said, and looked over his shoulder.

  “I’m going. I’m just appreciating the view as I leave.”

  “Uh huh.”

  Robbie laughed and headed toward the back door, and as he turned the handle and shoved it open, he called out over his shoulder, “Try not to miss me too much.”

  Tate shook his head and grinned. “I’ll try my very hardest.”

  “See you in a bit.” Robbie waved and stepped out into the humid night air, and as it slapped him in the face, he tried to remind himself to enjoy it while he could. Soon enough, the cooler temperatures would come, and then the snow, and then the—oooh, the cuddling.

  Yeah, this winter was looking up for him. Even if he had to hibernate, he didn’t think it sounded all that bad if he got to be locked in his house with Julien and Priest. In fact, he might just pray a little for that exact scenario.

  With that thought in mind, Robbie popped the locks of his car and climbed inside. As he cranked the AC on high, he tossed his bag on the passenger seat and sent off a quick text to Elliot to make sure he was on his way.

  Once he was all buckled in and his phone was in the mount, Robbie flicked on his lights, put his car in reverse, and headed down the narrow street behind the bar to the main road. As he sat there waiting for a break in the traffic, his phone started to ring, and when he saw who it was, he grinned.

  It’d been nearly two weeks since the three of them had gone to Oshkosh, and with his weekend off approaching once again, they’d been debating on whether to go out and visit one of the local wineries before it got too cold to go anywhere at all.

  Robbie thought it was a fabulous idea. Julien, Priest, and copious amounts of wine? Count me in. Plu
s, it was also a do-over from that one time they all were there, but not really. He liked the idea of revisiting the hotel where Julien and Priest had decided to make him theirs, and let them, well…make him theirs.

  “Good evening, Mr. Priestley,” Robbie said. “How are you doing tonight?”

  Priest’s chuckle made Robbie smile, and as he caught a break in traffic, he merged onto the main road.

  “I’m doing well, sweetheart. How are you?”

  Great now, Robbie thought. I love it when he calls me that. “I’m doing good. You caught me, though. I’m heading out to meet another man for dinner.”

  “Is that right?”

  “It is…”

  “Hmm, well, if I were an insecure man—”

  Robbie snorted, but Priest kept talking despite the interruption.

  “—I might be inclined to ask who. But since you woke up this morning with me inside you, I’m feeling pretty—”

  “Arrogant?” Robbie said, even as he squirmed a little in his seat at the memory.

  “I was going to say…confident.”

  Robbie made a turn at the light and was glad he was on his own with the ridiculous grin that curved his lips. “Whatever. Arrogant. Confident. Priest. The three words all mean the same thing and fit.”

  “How about lucky? That word fits too. Since we all got lucky this morning.”

  Yes, we did, Robbie thought, as his mind wandered back to the way Julien had stretched out in front of him and watched as Priest had taken Robbie nice and—

  “You’re going to meet Elliot tonight, aren’t you?”

  —slow. “Huh?”

  “Robert, are you driving?”

  “Uh, yes, sorry.”

  “How about you pay attention, then. I’d hate you to—”

  “Oh shit,” Robbie said, as red and blue lights caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “A cop is pulling me over. Ugh. I must’ve been speeding without even realizing it. Great.”

  Robbie’s heart began to hammer and his palms started to sweat, which was ridiculous, because all he likely did was break the speed limit. He flicked on his indicator and pulled his car over to the side of the road.

  “Just stay calm and don’t talk too much,” Priest said.

  Um, hello, did Priest forget who he was talking to?

  “Yes or no answers only. Or silence. Silence works too,” Priest continued. “That way, if you need to fight a fine—”

  “A fine?”

  “A speeding ticket,” Priest said. “There’s nothing incriminating to hold against you.”

  “Shit. This is not making me feel very confident right now,” Robbie said, and turned off the engine.

  “You’re going to be fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. Call me as soon as he’s gone. Okay?”

  Robbie let out a sigh. “Okay. Oh, Priest?”

  “Yes?”

  “Can you call Elliot and tell him I’m going to be late?”

  “Yes. Now hang up and remember, don’t try and explain yourself and don’t talk too much.”

  Robbie rolled his eyes and ended the call, then he wound down the window and placed his hands on the steering wheel. With his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, he told himself to stay calm as the police officer got out of his car and started toward him.

  I did nothing wrong, except maybe speed a little. I have nothing to worry about. Stay calm.

  “Good evening, officer,” Robbie said as a flashlight found him and he tried for his best smile.

  “Good evening. I’m Officer Bailey. Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?”

  Robbie thought about what Priest had said to him—yes or no answers—and since he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he’d been speeding, Robbie shook his head. “No, sir.”

  “You were speeding. I clocked you doing fifty-five. Could I see your license and registration, please?”

  Shit. Damn Priest for distracting me. “Uh, my license is in my bag.”

  “Okay. You can proceed.”

  Robbie reached into his messenger bag, grabbed his wallet, and then pulled his registration from the glove box. He handed Officer Bailey both items, and as he shined the flashlight over them, Robbie put his hands back on the wheel where they could be seen.

  Robbie stared up at the officer and thought it probably wasn’t a good time to notice how good that uniform looked. But he made a mental note for later when he got out of this, because he was totally going to get Julien and Priest to dress up like that and arrest him.

  “Mr. Bianchi, do you know what the speed limit is here in town?”

  Robbie was about to automatically answer when he heard Priest’s voice again—silence works too—and decided in this case to keep his mouth shut.

  “It’s forty-five,” Officer Bailey said. “That means you were doing ten over the legal speed limit.”

  Robbie wanted to kick himself in the ass. Really? This was the last thing he needed. God only knew how much the fine for this was going to cost him.

  Officer Bailey tapped Robbie’s paperwork on his palm and then said, “I’m going to go and check this out, and then I’ll be back. Don’t move from your vehicle. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” Robbie said, and as the officer went to walk away, he flashed his light inside the back window, and then stopped and bent over to look inside.

  Robbie’s eyes shifted to the side mirror, and when Officer Bailey straightened and came back to him, instead of walking away, Robbie gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. This did not seem good.

  “Mr. Bianchi, I need you to get out of the car for me, please.”

  Uh, what the what? Robbie frowned, and when he didn’t move or respond, Officer Bailey said again, “I need you to get out of the car.”

  Finally, Robbie found his voice and decided to hell with not saying anything. “Why?”

  “I have reason to believe there are drugs in your car, Mr. Bianchi. Can you please step out?”

  Wait… What? Drugs? Robbie stared blankly at the officer as though he didn’t quite understand, and if he hadn’t been so blindsided, he might’ve thought it strange that Officer Bailey’s lips twitched.

  “Mr. Bianchi? Please step out of the vehicle.”

  You’ve got to be shitting me. Robbie didn’t have any drugs in his car. He’d never touched a drug in his life—well, except for back in the day, like, once. This was absurd.

  Robbie pushed open the car door and got out, knowing the sooner this guy looked in his car and realized there was nothing in there, the sooner he’d let him go. Then Robbie could ask Priest if he had any recourse against delusional police officers.

  As Robbie shut the door behind him, Officer Bailey said, “Stand right there, please.” Robbie chewed on his bottom lip as the officer once again peered in his passenger window. “There’s a small packet on the floor of your vehicle that I’d like to take a closer look at.”

  Robbie turned around to look, and Officer Bailey held a hand up and said, “Don’t move, sir.”

  “Sorry,” Robbie said automatically, but was racking his brain trying to think of what the hell this guy was looking at.

  “Do you mind if I take a look?”

  What could he say, no? Then what would happen? Robbie’s nerves were a wreck, but at the same time, he knew he had nothing to hide. “Go ahead.”

  As the officer opened the car door, Robbie wished like hell that Priest was there with him. He’d know exactly what to do.

  “Okay, Mr. Bianchi,” Officer Bailey said as he got out of the car. “Do you want to explain to me what this is?”

  Robbie’s eyes almost bugged out of his head as he stared at the small rectangular baggie the police officer was holding up in front of him. What the fuck was that? It sure as shit wasn’t his.

  “Mr. Bianchi?”

  Robbie’s breathing was coming a little faster now, and when Officer Bailey took a step closer, Robbie thought he might pass out.

  “You got nothing to say?”

  A
s disbelief started to cloud Robbie’s mind, he thought of his cousin Vanessa and how one mistake had almost cost her her life, and Robbie knew his best course of action here was to shut his mouth and wait until he could get to Priest, or call Priest, or—

  “Right. If you’ve got nothing to say for yourself, then go ahead and give me your hands. You’re going to be detained right now and taken to the station for further questioning.”

  Oh my God, Robbie thought, as the police officer put the cuffs on him. I’m going to be calling Priest, all right. I’m going to be calling him from jail.

  Chapter Seventeen

  What the shit is going on?

  ~Robbie

  AS ROBBIE SAT in the back of the police cruiser on the way to the station, he stared at the partition between him and Officer Bailey and tried to work out how in the world he’d ended up there.

  Ever since the handcuffs had been clicked into place and he’d been escorted to the back seat of the car, Robbie had been freaking the fuck out.

  How was he ever going to explain this to his family? To Priest? To Julien? Especially after he’d given Julien such a hard time for needing Priest to bail him out back in the day, gloating that he’d never gotten a speeding ticket in his life.

  Yeah, well, look where that karma got you, Bianchi. Handcuffed in the back of a cop car, and taken in for questioning about drugs. Drugs!

  This was insanity. He couldn’t even think of a logical answer as to why that bag was in there. Or how it got in there. It was just there. Which he was sure the cop was going to love as an explanation—not to mention Priest.

  Robbie shut his eyes, his leg doing a nervous jig as he thought about the phone call he was going to have to make when he got to the station: I’m sorry, Priest, I just happened to get arrested for having drugs in my car. I swear they aren’t mine.

  Yeah, okay. Priest was going to think his family had some serious drug problems for sure, and just when he’d finally managed to convince him they were all somewhat normal.