Quinn (The Beck Brothers #3) (12 page)

“Quinn! What are you doing?” Margot asked.

Quinn stared up at her with determination in his eyes, and
her heart skipped a beat. “I know you have got to be feeling somewhat
vulnerable right now, and I don’t want you to be the only one feeling that
way.”

He grabbed Margot’s wrists and lifted her hands to place
them on his chest, all the while staring into her eyes. Margot’s eyes widened,
she could not believe that he was doing this! Quinn let her wrists go and
tucked his hands behind his head. Margot slowly smoothed her hands over his
wide chest. She let her fingers run over his flat nipples before moving back up
to run her hands over his powerful shoulders.

“Quinn, you must tell me when you have had enough,” Margot
whispered as she stared into the dark eyes that have yet to leave her face.

“I will,” he breathed.

Margot leaned over him to press a kiss to his luscious lips
before kissing her way down his neck, over his collarbone, and down his chest.
She flicked her tongue over one nipple causing Quinn to hiss. He did not stop
her, though, so she moved over to the other one and did the same. He squirmed
under her, his hips rolling forward to press his ever-growing erection against
her.

“Can I take your pants off?” Margot asked.

Quinn swallowed hard but nodded. She shimmied down his body
until she was kneeling between his legs. She undid his fly and started yanking
his pants down. With Quinn’s help, she finally tossed them to the floor, and
his underwear went next. Margot let her gaze rake over his beautiful body. He
was built so perfect.

“You need to get naked too,” Quinn rasped.

Margot complied. She only then realized that she was still
in her work clothes, never changed. Well, she was now. After she tossed all of
her clothes off the bed, she climbed back on top of Quinn, straddling his hips.
She started kissing his chest again, working her way down. Margot’s hands
flattened on his lower abs, and that is when Quinn stopped her.

“Wait!” he croaked.

Margot immediately straightened up and removed her hands.
Quinn laid there panting, his hands covering his face.

“Too much?” she asked gently.

He nodded behind his hands.

“Okay,” Margot said and moved to lie down on her side next
to him. “I will not touch any lower than your chest, okay?”

Quinn took a deep breath and lowered his hands. “Okay,” he
said hoarsely and looked over at her. She hated the dejected look in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”

Margot frowned. “Do not be sorry. I am not sorry.”

Quinn turned on his side to face her. He threaded one hand
through her hair and pulled her in for a passionate kiss that left her
breathless. Margot rolled onto her back, urging Quinn to follow, which he
did.
 
He covered her body with his
as they continued to kiss, dragging his mouth down over her jaw to her neck.
Margot tossed her hands over her head and arched under him.

Margot shivered as his beard scraped against her skin. He
continued to work his way down until he got to her breasts. She moaned when he
took one nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He tortured
both nipples before continuing to kiss his way down her body. Margot panted and
squirmed just knowing where he was going.

Margot gripped the pillow under her head as Quinn pushed her
legs apart, his big hands palming the inside of her thighs. The first lick had
her crying out in French because she could not think of the translation for
English. He really knew how to use his tongue because he had her coming within
a minute.

“Merde.” Margot breathed as Quinn chuckled against the
inside of her thigh.

Margot directed Quinn to the box of condoms that were in her
bedside table. After tearing one open and rolling it on, he got into position
between her legs. He stayed up on his knees as he pushed into her; his big
hands practically engulfed her hips. He looked magnificent poised over her and
Margot could not get over how stunning he was.

Quinn watched as he entered her, his nostrils flared, and
his jaw clenched tight. Margot moaned, and the feeling was exquisite. He was
not a small man and he filled her so completely. Sex never felt so good. His
thrusts started out long and languid before turning fast and frantic. He
dropped his body to hers and his mouth captured hers with a frenzied kiss, and
his mouth muffled her strangled cry. Quinn’s hands found hers; he intertwined
their fingers and gripped her tight. He tore his mouth away from hers and
tucked his face into her neck, cursing long and low as he came hard, as his
hips locked against hers. Margot came right along with him.
 

Quinn sagged on top of her, both breathing heavy, and their
bodies were slick with sweat. He lifted his head to peer down at her, and her
heart fluttered at the affection showing in them. He kissed her softly on the
lips a couple of times before kissing her more languorously.

After they cleaned up, they both got back into bed. Quinn
set an alarm on his phone, giving them enough time in the morning to get Margot
packed and get to the airport. As they settled into bed, he snuggled up behind
her and wrapped his arms around her. He tucked his face into the back of her
neck and sighed heavily. Margot was surprised by his actions, but she was not
going to complain. If he wanted to hold her, she was going to let him. He
seemed to do just fine when he was the one doing the touching. However, tonight
was progress in Margot’s opinion. He tried really hard to let her touch him,
and she was proud of him. He was trying, and in Margot’s opinion, if he was
trying to change for her, he must feel something for her.
Right?

Chapter 6

Sebastian’s wedding was in two months. Henry was his best
man, of course, while Quinn and he were groomsmen. Today was the day they were
picking up their tuxes. Well, everyone except Quinn, who had to fly to Paris
this morning.
Lucky bastard
.

Raelynn’s parents were paying for the wedding, and it was
costing them a pretty penny, too; therefore, Henry insisted that he was getting
all of the guys their tuxes, which were not cheap. Henry also insisted on
buying them instead of renting them, so that they could keep them to use on
another occasion. Whatever, Christian wasn’t arguing. His tux was F.I.N.E. -
FINE! He always loved adding something new to his closet, and it was even
better when he didn’t have to pay for it. His older brother was amazing
and
loaded. Christian stepped out of the
dressing room and stopped in front of the mirror. They had to try the tuxes on
before they left to make sure all of the alterations were correct.

“Damn, little brother. You look sharp!” said Sebastian with
an approving nod.

“He almost wears it better than me,” Henry chimed in from
where he stood next to Sebastian. Both of them were in their tuxes as well.

Christian sent him a dirty look over his shoulder that had both
of his brothers chuckling.

“Now all you need is a date,” said Shea, who tagged along
for shits and giggles.

Christian glared at him through the mirror. Shea winked at
him.
Asshole
.

“You’re one to talk, loser. I didn’t see a ‘plus one’ on
your RSVP,” Sebastian said, giving Shea a playful shove.

Shea laughed and gave Sebastian a punch in the shoulder.
“That’s because I’m hoping to find a hook-up at your wedding.”

Sebastian threw his head back and laughed. Henry, too,
thought that was amusing. Christian? Not so much. He did not need to see Shea
hooking up with one of his or Raelynn’s family members, or anyone else for that
matter. It was hard enough knowing that Shea was currently seeing someone. He
said she was just a friend with benefits, but still, it hurt Christian’s heart.
Not that Shea had any idea of how Christian felt about him.
 

“Our cousins are not that good looking,” Christian mumbled.

“True, but Raelynn’s got a couple of cute ones on her side,”
Sebastian said.

“How can your cousins not be good looking? You are all studs
and you don’t have one decent looking family member?” Shea asked incredulously.

“We were the lucky ones,” Sebastian said grimly.

“You could say that again.” Henry snorted. “I think Whitney
has that wolf man’s disease. I swear she’s got a full beard.”

“What?” Shea asked dryly, glancing at Christian.

Christian winced but nodded, it was sad but true. Their
cousin Whitney was in her late thirties and had more hair on her face than he
did. Christian always wondered why she didn’t do something about it, she could
be pretty if she would just shave or get laser hair removal.

“Then there’s Gretchen,” Sebastian said. “She’s got a mole
on her cheek.”

“So?” Shea frowned.

 
“I’m talking
like Austin Powers, poke it with a stick while saying, ‘Moley, moley, moley.’
It’s the size of a quarter.” Sebastian made a circle with his thumb and
forefinger and put it up to his cheek. “Bam! Right there. It wouldn’t be too
bad if she plucked those monster black hairs from the center of it.”

Shea visibly shuddered while Henry snickered. Christian
smirked and shook his head.
Only Sebastian
.

“What about Amber?” Henry asked. “She’s not too bad,” he
said, fixing his tie in the small oval mirror that sat on the counter next to
him.

Sebastian shook his head. “Her name is now Adam.”

“What? When did that happen?” Henry squawked, whirling
around to gawk at Sebastian.

“Just recently. Mom told me when we were sending out
invitations that she...I mean he...I mean...shit! Amber is now Adam. That’s all
I fucking know!” Sebastian huffed, throwing his arms up.

Henry turned to look at Christian with wide eyes. “Did you
know?”

Christian shook his head. “This is news to me.”

“Did she get the whole…you know…sex change?” Henry whispered
so the other customers in the store didn’t overhear him.

“Yep, mom gave me all the gruesome details, which may have
completely scarred me for life.
 
I
will never be able to look Amber…shit, I mean Adam, in the eyes ever again,”
Sebastian said.

Henry grimaced. “Well, Shea, looks like you’re screwed. The
rest of our cousins are guys,” Henry said sympathetically and patted his
shoulder.

“Meh, maybe I’ll just get drunk enough to make one of them
look good.” Shea shrugged.

Henry and Sebastian started laughing while Christian just
rolled his eyes. Sebastian’s wedding was going to be a party to remember, that
was for sure, and Christian couldn’t wait. He was thinking that maybe he’d get
drunk enough to tell Shea how he really felt, just to get it off his chest, and
then he would pray to god that Shea was too drunk to remember it.

~~~~~

Quinn and Margot made it to Paris with no problems. He was
tired and hungry, not a good combination for him. Margot was unusually quiet
and depressed. He understood why, but it freaked him out. She was always the
happy-go-lucky one; she always had a smile on her face, but not now, not since
finding out that her father died. Quinn was a bit nervous about meeting her
family. It’s not like they were together. How would she introduce him? As a
friend? Co-worker, maybe?

They took a taxi to her parents’ home, where they would be
staying. On the plane, Margot taught Quinn a few basic expressions in French.
Things like, hello, goodbye, and I’m sorry for your loss, which was extremely
hard, but he eventually got it. She also explained some of their culture to
him, which was surprisingly interesting. She explained that it is perfectly acceptable
for him just to shake hands. For the most part, only friends and family kiss
each other on the cheeks, but TV makes it seem like they do it to everyone. It
also depended on the person, and how outgoing or comfortable with other people
they were - like when Margot kissed his brothers because she said they were
handsome. She finally cracked a smile when Quinn sent her a dirty look.