Quinn (The Beck Brothers #3) (23 page)

He turned slightly to face his crazy ass brother and raised
an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“There is something wrong with your mouth, I swear for a
second there you were smiling, but I wasn’t sure. It kinda freaked me out,” he
said deadpan.

Quinn shook his head as everyone started laughing. “You’re
such an ass.”

Sebastian grinned and winked at him. “Looks good on ya,
brother,” he said and clapped Quinn on the back.

Quinn snorted. “Thanks, I guess.”

He turned back to Margot and bent to give her a kiss, but
she turned her face, giving him her cheek. “You will mess up my lipstick and
get it all over you.”

Quinn scowled and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I will get
a real kiss later, lipstick or not.”

She smiled. “Oui, eventually.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, quickly stealing a kiss on the
lips. Margot gasped and smacked his arm before using her thumb to get the
glossy pink lipstick off his lips while she cursed at him in French.

“Je t’aime,” Quinn murmured when she was finished getting
the lipstick off him.

Margot smiled lovingly up at him. “Je t’aime aussi.”

“Hey! No speaking French to each other when no one else
knows what you’re saying!” Sebastian complained as they all started for the elevators.

Christian cleared his throat before saying with a
shit-eating grin, “They just said that they loved each other.”

Sebastian and Henry’s heads whirled around to stare at Quinn
in shock and awe.

“Thanks a lot, Chris,” Quinn sneered.

“You are most welcome,” Christian replied with a satisfied
smirk.

“Aw, that’s so cute, saying I wuv you to each other in
French,” Henry teased, making a kiss-y face as he spoke.

“I swear to god, if one more person calls me cute...” Quinn
muttered as they all piled into the elevator.

Margot snickered, earning her a hand up the back of her
short dress and a pinch on her ass. She let out a little squeal and spun around
to put her back against a wall, her hands holding the back of her dress down.
“Quinn!” she hissed.

Quinn wagged his eyebrows at her.

“Dude, stop that, you are really starting to scare me with
all these facial expressions,” Sebastian said seriously.

Christian scrubbed a hand over his mouth as he fought not to
smile. Quinn gave him a shove, which only caused him to laugh aloud. “I’m
sorry, but that was really funny!” Christian apologized.

“Will you three leave Quinn alone? For Christ’s sake, the
man is allowed to tell his girlfriend that he loves her,” Claire huffed.

“Nope, this is all part of the initiation ceremony into the
Beck Brothers Pussy Whipped Association, also known as the BBPWA,” Sebastian
said.

How Sebastian kept a straight face through that, Quinn will
never know. Everyone, even Quinn, burst out laughing at that.

“I am so telling Raelynn on you,” Claire threatened as she
swiped tears from her eyes.

“Oh-no-please-don’t-I-am-so-scared,” he replied in a dry
robotic kind of voice.

Claire punched Sebastian in the stomach. “Jerk!”

Sebastian ‘Oof-ed,’ and practically fell into Christian, who
was luckily paying attention and caught him under his arms, otherwise he would have
fallen on his ass. What a fucking nut! Sebastian must be super nervous if he
was goofing around this much. The more nervous Sebastian got, the goofier he would
get, and has been like that his whole life. No wonder Raelynn wanted Claire and
Margot here. The four of them would be too busy fucking around to get dressed
if left to their own devices. As soon as they got to the room, Claire started
barking out orders. She told Sebastian to take a shower and the rest of them to
get dressed.

“Oh, Sebastian? Raelynn told me to remind you to wash your
balls!” Claire shouted through the bathroom door.

“That bitch!” Sebastian’s muffled reply had everyone
laughing again.

Quinn, Christian, and Henry started stripping out of their
clothes so that they could put on their tuxes. Quinn glanced at Margot, who was
sitting at the little table in the corner, checking out Henry’s ass as he bent
over to pull his dress pants on.

“Hey!” Quinn snapped at her.

Margot’s eyes flew up to meet his, wide and innocent.
“What?”

“What?” he repeated incredulously. “Keep your eyes off my
brothers’ asses.”

Margot grinned and bit her bottom lip. “I cannot help it if
they are all so nice.”

Claire giggled from behind him. Quinn whipped his head
around to glare at her. “Shut up, Claire.”

“Hey now, don’t talk to my wife like that,” Henry scolded,
wagging his finger at Quinn.

“Seriously? She’s egging on another woman to look at your
ass.” Quinn snorted.

Henry shrugged. “She can look...she just can’t touch.” He
smirked naughtily and winked at Margot, who chuckled.

Quinn threw his arms up. “I give up, you’re all insane.”

“None of them are as fabulous as yours, mon amour,” Margot
purred.

Quinn tried to stifle the shutter that her sexy bedroom
voice always elicited from him. He turned back to her. “You got that
right.”
 
He growled, giving her a
pointed look.

Quinn watched as Margot’s eyes darkened with desire.
Dammit!
Why did everyone else have to be here
right now? He quickly pulled his pants on before Claire and his brothers got an
eyeful of his growing erection. Margot’s sexy smile went right to the wrong
head. He took a few steps toward her as he pulled his undershirt on.

“You better stop it,” he whispered to her.

“I am not doing anything,” she replied innocently, big hazel
eyes blinking up at him.

“Mmm hmm, just stop.”

Margot raised an eyebrow in challenge. “If I do not?”

“You’ll be in for it later,” Quinn promised.

“Do you think I will not like it or something?” She scoffed
and waved a dismissive hand.

Quinn closed the distance between them and propped his hands
on the arms of the chair she was sitting in, bringing his face level with hers.
“I don’t know.
 
I was thinking
maybe I‘d tie you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t speak a coherent
word.
 
What do you think about
that?” Quinn whispered, and their gazes locked.

Margot didn’t even flinch; a slow seductive smile curled her
lips. “I think I might let you,” she breathed.

“Jesus Christ, do you two need a cold shower?” Henry asked.
“I can feel the sexual tension all the way over here.”

Quinn glanced over his shoulder to find Henry, Claire, and
Christian watching them with amused expressions on their faces. Quinn scowled
at them as he straightened up and went to grab his dress shirt. He kept his
eyes on Margot as he slipped into it, buttoned it up, and tucked it in. She
just kept on playing innocent.
Oh, she was so going to get it later!
He put on his vest and tie then pulled
on his jacket; he checked himself out in the mirror and thought he looked
pretty damn good, except for the reddish-brown bruise on his cheek.
 

“Margot, do you think you can cover up that bruise on
Quinn’s face?” Claire asked, looking at Quinn through the mirror.

“Oui,” Margot said and got up from her chair. She went to
her purse on the dresser and pulled out her little cover-up compact.

“Whoa, hold on a sec,” Quinn said, holding his hands out in
front of him to ward her off.
 
“I
never agreed to have makeup put on my face.”

“Shut up, pussy, and do it.
 
Raelynn doesn’t want our pictures being messed up because of
your busted up face.” Sebastian grunted as he came out of the bathroom with a
towel wrapped around his waist.

“It’s Henry’s fault!” Quinn exclaimed.

“You deserved it.” Henry shrugged.

“It’s not that big of a deal Quinn, just do it for Raelynn
and Sebastian.
 
It’s a special day,
and they want it to be perfect,” Claire said.

Quinn groaned. “Damn you, Claire. Why do you always have to
be right?” Quinn huffed and sat on the end of one of the two beds in the room.

“It is because she is a woman, mon amour, get used to it,”
Margot smiled.

Quinn glared at Margot as she stepped in between his spread
knees. She tilted his chin up with her fingers so that he was looking up at
her, opened the compact, and took out the little spongy thing and dabbed it in
the makeup. Margot went to work on covering up the bruise on Quinn’s face.

“Voilà,” Margot said after a minute of dabbing at his face.

Quinn got up and went to the mirror. “Shit, nice job,” Quinn
muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even see the
makeup, and it covered the bruise perfectly.

Margot smiled smugly as she put the compact back in her
purse. “Luckily we are about the same skin tone, so it covered much better than
I expected.”

Once they were all dressed and ready to go, a limo took them
over to the hall. The wedding ceremony was going to be in one room, while the
cocktail hour and reception were going to be in another. Christian gave Quinn a
rundown of what he was supposed to do. It wasn’t exactly hard; he pretty much
had to stand there, then escort Raelynn’s sister up the aisle after the
ceremony, and into the reception for the introductions. Quinn hated being up in
front of a crowd, but he would suffer through it again for Sebastian. He did it
the first time Sebastian was married, too. Henry had such a small wedding that
they only had a Maid-of-Honor and a Best Man.

When they got to the hall, Claire told them which room they
were supposed to be in, kissed Henry, and made her way up the stairs to where
the bridal suite was, since she was part of the bridal party. Henry put his arm
around Sebastian’s shoulders as they headed into the room that was starting to fill
up with guests for both sides. Christian followed them. Quinn turned to Margot
and held out his elbow. Margot smirked and slid her arm through his, and he
escorted her down the center aisle. She sat in the empty seat next to Shea in
the second row on the groom’s side. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before
heading up onto the dais to stand between Henry and Christian.

Chapter
12

Christian stopped to say ‘hi’ to a couple of family members
as he made his way down the center aisle toward the dais, where the ceremony
was going to take place. He just turned away from one of his cousins when he
spotted Shea standing by the front row, talking to Christian’s dad. His breath
caught, Shea looked incredible in his navy blue pinstriped suit. The last time
Christian saw Shea in a suit was at his parents’ and sister’s funeral a couple
of years ago. They all perished in a house fire one night. Shea didn’t live
with them, so he didn’t know what happened until the police called him after
they were already dead. It was only a week after they got home from Europe.
Shea was now left with no family; both of his parents were only children - all
four of his grandparents passed away when he was younger - and his only sibling
was his sister.