Quinn (The Beck Brothers #3) (25 page)

He nodded and smiled lazily. “Exactly.”

Margot laughed again. “Alright, then let’s dance.”

Margot yanked his tie, making him step closer to her. She
then turned, tie still in hand, as she put her ass right against his groin and
started grinding against him. Quinn fought to keep his eyes from rolling into
the back of his head. He was a decent dancer; he just didn’t have the balls to
do it unless he was drunk. Right now, he couldn’t give a shit either way.
Margot was the sexiest dancer he has ever seen, and he would dance with her
sober if she ever asked. Henry and Claire suddenly appeared in front of Margot.
Henry swung Claire around, pushed her back up against Margot’s front, and
started dancing in front of Claire.

“It’s a double stuffed Beck man-sandwich!” Henry shouted
over the music.

Margot and Claire started cracking up. Henry turned and
started backing his ass up into Claire. Jesus Christ, his brothers were totally
insane. Quinn couldn’t help but laugh, especially when Claire and Margot
started spanking Henry’s ass. His jealousy was nil and void when he was drunk,
plus Henry was married and his wife was involved in the spanking. He could not
wait to see what this wedding video was going to look like.

Three hours in and Quinn was surprised he was still
standing. He was still dancing with Margot when the song
Apache
by Sugarhill Gang, came on. Sebastian
grabbed him and yanked him to the middle of the dance floor where the crowd was
making a circle. Quinn lost his vest and tie, and his shirt was open, revealing
his undershirt, still miraculously tucked in. Quinn stood across from Christian,
while Henry and Sebastian stood across from each other, so they looked like a
square.
Beck Squared, ha!
Holy shit, he was really drunk. Someone took his beer bottle out of his hand,
no idea who did it, but he would need both his hands free for what was about to
happen. This was totally unrehearsed and never discussed, but he knew exactly
what Sebastian wanted him to do, and Quinn was blaming Will Smith for this.

Everyone knows what happened next… hands went on the hips,
which were then thrust forward, side to side, and to the back, with serious
expressions on their faces, before one hand went up as they giddy-upped around
in a circle with ridiculous grins taking over. Annnd repeat! Quinn could hear
the crowd whistling, laughing, and hollering.

He stared hard at Christian, who was fighting to keep a
straight face, as he thrust his hips. Quinn swore this was the most fun he has
ever had in his entire life. As he goofily did his circle, he caught a glimpse
of Margot standing with Claire and Raelynn; she was laughing and holding her
stomach. She was so beautiful and Quinn loved her so much. She turned him into
the man he was at this moment; well, along with the alcohol, but it was mostly
her.

After the song, Quinn went to her, pulled her into his arms,
and kissed her soundly. Someone smacked his ass and said, “Go get her,
tiger.”
 
He was pretty sure it was
Sebastian. Quinn couldn’t care less at the moment; his only focus right now was
Margot. He pulled back from their kiss and rubbed his nose against hers.

“Marry me, Margot?” he said, his lips brushing hers.

Margot tsked. “You are too drunk to ask that question.”

“Maybe, but I know what I want and that is you, forever,” he
murmured, nipping at her bottom lip.

“If you remember this tomorrow, then my answer is ‘yes,’”
she said, her hazel eyes lifting to meet his.

“Be ready to go ring shopping tomorrow.” Quinn smirked.

She snorted. “It will be a miracle if you remember this
tomorrow.”

“I will remember because I’ve wanted to ask you for a while
now,” he admitted.

“So why now? Why when you are so drunk?” she asked,
genuinely curious.

“Because I’m a pussy who needed liquid courage?”

Margot chuckled. “Like I said, if you remember this conversation
tomorrow, then the answer is ‘yes, I will marry you.’”

“Do you have a pen?” he asked.

She burst out laughing and pinched his side. “You are not
allowed to write it down!”

Quinn laughed and kissed her again. Oh, he was going to
write it down, alright. He
had
to remember this tomorrow. He wanted her to be his wife. Then he had an idea;
he tore his mouth away from Margot and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“No text messages either!” she exclaimed and made a grab for
his phone.

Quinn lifted it up higher than she could reach. He laughed
as he tried to text himself while holding his phone over her head. She jumped a
couple of times to try to reach it, but she was too short. He whooped in
triumph when he hit send. Margot planted her hands on her hips and just smiled,
shaking her head at him. Hell yeah, she was going to be his wife, and she knew
it.

“Je t’aime, mon amour,” Quinn said as sweetly and as
innocently as he could.

“Je t’aime aussi, mon amour,” Margot replied with a loving
smile.

Quinn pulled Margot back into his arms, dipped her, and
kissed the shit out of her.

Epilogue

Christian was hammered. He had a great time dancing and
laughing with his family, but he hadn’t seen Shea in about an hour, so he went
looking for him. Christian found him at the bar, talking to Jared Walsh,
Sebastian’s new brother-in-law. He went over and slung his arm around Shea’s
shoulders.

“Hey, guys.” Christian greeted them.

“Hey, Chris,” Jared smiled.

“Hey, buddy,” Shea said, turning his glazed brown eyes
toward Christian.

“Listen, I gotta piss. I’ll see you guys later,” Jared said
and left them to find the bathroom.

Christian took a deep breath, he had something he wanted to
tell Shea, and it was now or never. “Shea, can we go somewhere quiet to talk?”

“Yeah, sure, man.”

Shea pushed away from the bar and Christian dropped his arm.
They headed out into the lobby and out the front doors. Christian led them over
to the little grassy area where the gazebo was. It was dark and quiet in the
gazebo, no one else was outside - perfect for what he needed to tell Shea. He
stepped into the gazebo then turned and waited for Shea, who ended up tripping
as he stepped into the gazebo. Christian caught him, but since they were both
drunk, they stumbled until his back bumped against one of the poles, and Shea
was pressed against his front. Christian’s eyes slid closed. Jesus, he couldn’t
remember what they even came out here for. He has been dreaming about Shea
being in his arms like this for too long.

“You know, I have always wondered what it would be like to
kiss you,” Shea murmured huskily into the dark, his mouth mere inches from
Christian’s.

Christian’s eyes flew open. He was about to ask Shea what
the hell he was talking about, but instead Shea kissed him. Christian sucked in
a sharp breath through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut.
Holy shitballs!
Shea was kissing him! Christian fisted
his hands in the back of Shea’s shirt and kissed him back, all his pent up
desires bursting forth. Their tongues met and Christian thought he was going to
come in his pants. He moaned into Shea’s mouth, and he responded with his own
moan, as he pressed Christian more firmly against the pole.

The kiss was urgent and messy. Shea’s goatee scraped
Christian’s skin and he loved every minute of it, never wanting it to end; but
of course, it had to. Shea pulled back only enough to press their foreheads
together as they both sucked in much needed air. Christian could feel Shea
trembling against him. Yeah, he was just as affected as Christian was.

“Damn.” Shea breathed.

“What was that about?” Christian asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” he said, swallowing hard.

“Was it just the alcohol?” Christian asked.

“I...I don’t know,” Shea murmured.

Christian sighed heavily, his heart shattering into pieces.
He gently pushed Shea back. “Well, when you figure it out, I’ll be here,” he
said and started to leave the gazebo.

Shea grabbed his arm. “Hold up! What did you want to talk
about?”

Christian hung his head for a moment before he glanced back
at Shea. “I was going to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

Shea flinched as if Christian just slapped him across the
face. “But...but...”

“Yeah, I know, you’re straight. You don’t have to remind
me,” Christian muttered and pulled his arm out of Shea’s grasp. “I’m going back
inside.”

Christian left Shea standing stunned in the gazebo. He
didn’t know what he expected when he first went out there, but that was not it.
He now had a taste of Shea, and nothing was ever going to be the same between
them. He didn’t think he could go on just being friends with him anymore, it
was too painful. Christian’s stomach protested and he ran for the bathroom. He
locked himself in a stall and puked his ever-loving guts up. Thank god, no one
else was around.

Christian pretty much avoided Shea for the remainder of the
night. However, when the limo stopped to drop Christian off at home, Shea got
out, too. Shea followed him into his house before shutting the door and locking
it behind him.

“Chris, we have to talk about this,” Shea murmured as he
followed Christian up the stairs.

“Talk about what? I’m gay, you’re not. I’m in love with you,
but the feelings aren’t mutual. There is really nothing else to talk about,”
Christian muttered, dragging a hand through his hair as he walked into his
room.

“What about our friendship?” Shea demanded.

Christian sighed and dropped down to sit on the end of his
bed. “I don’t know what to do about that, Shea. All I know is that I can’t go
on like this anymore, it hurts too much.”

Christian glanced up at Shea where he was standing just
inside the door, the look of pure agony on his face. “You...I...we can’t just
throw away decades of friendship over a kiss,” he whispered.

“Shea, this isn’t about the kiss. This is about me looking
at you every day, knowing that we will never be anything more than
friends.
 
I don’t know how I fell
in love with you, but I did, and it hurts so fucking badly to look at you and
know that you will never feel the same way about me,” Christian said hoarsely.
He was practically sober again, throwing up definitely had a part in that.

“So you’re saying that the only way to keep you in my life
is to be in a relationship with you?” Shea asked, taking a step forward.

Christian frowned as he thought about it. “I guess, I don’t
see any other way,” he answered, shaking his head.

Shea got scary quiet, deep in thought.
 
He took a deep breath and said the one
thing that Christian NEVER expected to hear. “Then let’s do it. If that is the
only way that you want me in your life, then I’m going to take it. You are the
only family I have, and I can’t lose you, Christian. So, if you want me to be
your boyfriend, then that’s what I’m going to be,” he said firmly.

Christian sputtered and blinked rapidly.
What the fuck was
going on here?
“Excuse
me?”

“I’m game, Chris. If it’s a relationship that you want, then
it’s a relationship you’re gonna get,” Shea said seriously.

Christian eyed him warily. “Sex?”

“Sex included,” Shea agreed.

“But...I don’t understand.
 
Why would you do this? You’re not attracted to me like
that.” Christian scoffed.
 
“You
can’t just wake up one day and decide to be gay.”