Quinn (The Beck Brothers #3) (15 page)

“I will do anything you want, Quinn, just please do not say
that it is over between us,” Margot cried softly and cupped his face in her
soft hands.

Quinn closed his eyes, his heart pounded, and his stomach
flipped. He knew that he was making a huge mistake by telling her, but he
wanted to be able to trust her so fucking bad. He wanted to be with her. If she
could keep his secret, then she would prove to him that she was trustworthy. If
she didn’t, then he would deal with it. “I was raped by my cousin when I was
ten. That’s why I am so fucked up, that’s why you can’t touch me,” he rasped,
his stomach churning, making him want to puke.

Margot gasped. “Oh, Quinn. I am so sorry,” Margot whispered,
her eyes welling up again.

Quinn pinned her with a hard stare. “If you repeat that to
anyone, I will never speak to you again. Do you understand?”

Margot nodded fervently. “I will tell no one, I swear.”

Quinn stared at her for a moment before he attacked her
mouth. He pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her roughly. Margot just let
him do what he wanted, which turned him on big time. He was surprised that he
was even able to get hard with how drunk he was. He figured that he could be on
his deathbed and still get hard for Margot, that’s how much he wanted her all
the time.

Quinn tore his mouth away from hers and pushed up to his
knees. He flipped her over onto her stomach, and yanked her pajama pants and
underwear down. It took Quinn a minute to get his jeans undone, but when he
did, he pushed them down just enough to free himself. He grabbed her hips and
pulled her up to her knees. He entered her in one quick thrust that had her
yelping in surprise. He groaned as he pulled back slowly, savoring the feel of
her. He realized then that he didn’t have a condom on, but he was a little too
drunk to care, he would just pull out.

He gripped her hips tight as he pounded into her, not their
normal round of sex. He was still pissed off and wanted to take it out on her a
little bit. He pushed her down so that she was flat to the bed. Quinn covered
her with his body and swiftly entered her again. Margot cried out in pleasure
and clutched the sheets. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head
back so that he could kiss her - it was a sloppy kiss but it was still hot in
Quinn’s opinion.

He pushed back up to his knees and continued to slam into
her, making the bed squeak with how rough he was being. Margot was panting and
moaning, so he knew she was enjoying it. His hands encircled her hips and he
watched as his cock repeatedly disappears inside of her. He felt his balls pull
tight and almost forgot to pull out. He quickly pulled out and took himself in
his hand, barely pumping once before he was coming all over the small of her
back. Quinn moaned low as his body jerked and twitched in time with his
release. He had no idea if she came or not, and he really didn’t care at the
moment. He found it really hard to care about anything at moment.

Quinn grabbed some tissues out of the box on the night stand
and cleaned off Margot’s back before cleaning himself up a bit. He righted his
jeans, stumbling over to the pallet of blankets on the floor and collapsed. He
grabbed the pillow and half hugged it as he lay on his stomach.

“Quinn, will you not come lay on the bed with me?” Margot
asked quietly.

“No,” Quinn grumbled. The room was seriously spinning and he
couldn’t handle sleeping with someone all over him right now.

Margot sighed heavily and turned off the light. Quinn was
glad she didn’t argue because he didn’t want to argue with her anymore. The
room didn’t spin for too long because Quinn passed the hell out a couple of
minutes later.
    

~~~~~

Margot sat at the kitchen table staring at her breakfast;
she was not hungry at all, not after last night. Quinn was raped when he was
ten by his cousin. Someone he trusted. She knew something like that had to have
happened to him for him loathe being touched so severely. Margot just hated
that she was right, but it really helped her understand his issues a lot better
now that she knew for sure.

“Margot?” Remi’s voice came from her right, bringing her out
of her thoughts.

Margot glanced at her brother and gave him a small smile.
“Oui?”

“How was Quinn after I left last night?” he asked,
concerned.

Margot waved her hand dismissively. “He was fine. We talked
and then he passed out.”

“You did not just talk. You forget I share a wall with you,”
Remi muttered and stabbed at his eggs.

Margot blushed and averted her eyes.
Magnifique!
Her brother heard Quinn and her having
sex last night. Speak of the devil, Quinn walked into the kitchen looking like
complete shit - his hair was the messiest Margot has ever seen it, his beard
was longer than normal, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he was still in
his clothes from yesterday. Yet, he was still utterly attractive in a rugged
sort of way.

“Why don’t you just shut your mouth, man,” Quinn said,
glaring at Remi.

Remi rolled his eyes and continued to eat his food. It
seemed like Remi really did not take Quinn’s crankiness to heart, which was good,
because she did not want them to argue and fight. Quinn went over to the coffee
pot and poured himself a cup. He brought it over to the table and sat down next
to Margot, shocking her by laying his head on her shoulder. She did not expect
that at all. It seemed as though Quinn was always full of surprises.

“I think I’m dying,” he groaned painfully.

Remi rolled his lips in to hide his smile.

“Maybe you should not have had so much to drink last night,”
Remi offered.

“Screw you, dude,” Quinn huffed.

Remi chuckled.

Quinn lifted his head and sipped his black coffee. He always
drank his coffee black, Margot thought it was gross. He squeezed the bridge of
his nose and groaned again. Remi took pity on him and got up to grab the bottle
of aspirin; he placed it in front of Quinn, and then went back to eating his
breakfast. Quinn muttered a ‘thanks’ and took a few of the pills. Remi finished
eating, took his plate to the sink, and left them to be alone together. Quinn
glanced over at Margot, a combination of things going on in his dark eyes -
sorrow, hesitation, guilt, and anger, among other things.
 

“I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Quinn asked quietly.

“Non. I am fine,” Margot replied.

“Do you still want to be with me now that you know?” he
asked. The apprehension in his eyes broke Margot’s heart.

“Of course I do. Knowing that has changed nothing, other
than now, I also know your secret. I am surprised you even remember telling
me.”

“So am I.”
 
He
snorted.

“It really does not change a thing, though,” Margot assured
him.

Quinn nodded but still looked hesitant.

“Can I ask you one thing?” she asked.

He nodded. “Sure.”

“Why did you not tell anyone after it happened?”

Quinn sighed and scratched his head. “I was young and
stupid. He threatened to come back if I told anyone and I believed him. He was
moving out to Texas the next day, but I didn’t realize that he wouldn’t come
back for me. He and his family only visited a couple of times since moving, and
I always made sure I wasn’t anywhere near when they came, so I haven’t seen him
in twenty years.”

Margot nodded in understanding.

“I swear, Margot, if you tell anyone...”

“I will not. I promise,” she said seriously, cutting him
off.

Quinn looked at her, his face hard. “Promises have been
broken before.”

“Not mine,” Margot said, looking him in the eye. She took
her promises seriously.

Quinn pursed his lips and nodded as he looked down at the
table. “I want to be with you, Margot.”

“I want to be with you, too, Quinn,” Margot replied.

“If we do this, you know it’s not going to be a hearts and flowers
kind of relationship, right?”

Margot smirked. “Oui, I do know.”

“I can be a real ass sometimes,” he warned.

“Oui, I know that, too.”

Quinn smirked. “Yeah, I guess you do.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Mon dieu, Quinn. You reek of alcohol,” Margot said, waving
her hand in front of her face.

He snorted. “No surprise there. I’ll go take a shower.”

“Please do.”

Quinn got up from the table, gave her a kiss on the top of
her head, then went to take a shower. Margot smiled to herself, they were
finally together! Officially! She could not be happier; she just prayed that
Quinn did not change his mind. She knew this relationship was not going to be
easy, especially with all of his hang-ups. She was going to try her hardest to
make it work, though.
 
She was
falling in love with Quinn, and she would do whatever she needed to keep him
with her.

~~~~~

Quinn went over last night in his head as he stood under the
shower spray, he was surprised that it wasn’t one big black hole. He couldn’t
believe he did what he did to Margot. He told her his secret, and then fucked
her. He didn’t make love to her, or even have sex with her.
 
He fucked her as if she didn’t mean
anything to him then went and slept on the floor.
What. The. Fuck.
He was such an asshole. He treated her
like absolute shit, yet she still wanted to be with him. He swore he would make
it up to her; he would do whatever he had to do, to make this relationship
work.

He was stunned last night that he admitted to Margot that he
was falling for her. He never in his life told a woman how he felt about her,
but everything was so different with her - he wanted her to know exactly how he
felt about her. He definitely found himself being more open with her, he told
her his secret for Christ’s sake, and he couldn’t get any more open than that.
He needed to get Jared’s number off Sebastian; he needed to work out his
problems once and for all.

Quinn finished up in the shower, wrapped a towel around his
waist, and walked down the hall to Margot’s room. She was sitting on her bed
looking at her unwrapped ankle. She glanced up at him, her eyes roaming over
his naked chest and abs, and then she held her foot out to him.

“What do you think? Does it look better?” she asked.

Quinn moved to the end of the bed and took her foot in his
hand. He nodded. “The swelling has definitely gone down. Does it hurt to move
it?”

Margot shrugged. “A little.”

“Well, you should still keep it wrapped and use the crutches
until the doctor gives you the okay not to.”

Margot nodded. “I know. It is very irritating though,” she
huffed.

Quinn gave her a sympathetic smile. “I understand. I’ve had
sprained ankles before.”

Quinn moved his hand up to her calf and gave it a squeeze.
She leaned back on her elbows and smiled, as she leaned her head on her
shoulder. She brought her other foot up and rubbed his cock through the towel.
Quinn smirked.

“Didn’t you have enough last night?” Quinn teased.

Margot shook her head. “I will never have enough of you,”
she murmured sincerely.