Christian (The Beck Brothers Series)

by Andria Large

  “Mmm, I can’t blame you, I am extremely sexy,” Shea murmured.

  Christian smiled against his neck. “I’m glad you’re getting your sense of humor back.”

  “It’s never too far away,” Shea replied, gasping when Christian found his way inside his boxers.

  “You were making me nervous earlier with how upset you were,” Christian murmured as he wrapped his hand around Shea’s hardening cock.

  “You can’t talk about something serious while you’re jerking me off. My brain shuts down when you touch me, you know that.” Shea breathed, pressing his ass more firmly against Christian’s groin.

  Christian nipped at Shea’s neck. “We’ll talk later then.”

  Shea just hummed in agreement and dropped his head back onto Christian shoulder. He brought his hand around to grab Christian’s hip, tugging him even closer if that was possible, as they were already pressed against each other.

  “I want you inside of me,” Shea moaned.

  “God, yes.” Christian breathed and tore at Shea’s jeans.

  “I really don’t feel right doing this again,” Quinn muttered as he plopped down onto Henry’s couch.

  “Baby.” Sebastian snorted from the recliner.

  “Listen, I just want to know what you two think, and I can’t talk to you about Christian in front of him.” Henry sighed.

  “Why do we have to talk about him at all?” Quinn replied.

  “Because we’re a bunch of women who need to gossip.” Sebastian chuckled.

  Quinn rolled his eyes. Henry understood why Quinn didn’t want to talk about Christian behind his back; it would be like him talking about Sebastian behind his back.

  “First off, Quinn, I gotta know, did you know about Christian being gay before he came out to us? Because you and Margot didn’t react at all,” Henry said with a pointed look.

  Quinn nodded. “I did know, Christian told me at the kids’ birthday party when he had that huge panic attack and I took him into the bathroom. He made me promise not to say anything because he wanted to be the one to tell everyone.”

  “But you told Margot,” Sebastian said with a frown.

  Quinn smiled fondly at the mention of his wife. Henry was so freaking happy that Quinn was so in love and had married such a wonderful woman, even if he didn’t have a huge wedding like Sebastian’s. Their little courthouse ceremony had been very personal and intimate; Margot looked beautiful in a tea length wedding dress. With the way she did her hair that day, plus the dress, she looked like she came straight out of the fifties. She looked absolutely beautiful and Henry had never seen Quinn smile the way he did that day. It had warmed his heart.

  “Margot had found out way before I did and had even kept it a secret from me, and believe me, I tried multiple times to get it out of her,” Quinn said suggestively.

  Henry smiled and shook his head. Sebastian barked out a laugh.

  “What did you do, Quinn? Because it obviously didn’t work,” Sebastian said with a mischievous smile.

  “I swear, man, I did everything I could think of and she still would not tell me. I tied her to the bed and made her come about five times in a row and she still would not tell me,” Quinn said, shaking his head in wonder as if he still couldn’t believe that she hadn’t caved.

  Henry and Sebastian laughed.

  “Damn dude, I never expected you to be into that kind of stuff.” Sebastian chuckled.

  Quinn’s smiled turned rakish and Henry had to do a double take. Who was this person? He was still having a hard time getting used to this new, open, smiling and teasing Quinn.

  “I’m usually not, but Margot got herself in trouble because she said, “Even if you tie me down, I will not tell you,” Quinn said, mimicking Margot’s accent and raising his voice to a female falsetto.

  Both Sebastian and Henry started cracking up. Oh man, Margot was one tough cookie. She had to have known that Quinn would do exactly what she said…maybe that was what she intended all along, sneaky little minx.

  “Alright, that answers my first question. But what do you guys think about this whole baby situation?” Henry asked after their laughter died down.

  “What about it?” Quinn asked with a shrug.

  “Well, Shea finds out tomorrow if he’s really the father or not. What if he’s not? Christian will be devastated if they have to give that baby up,” Henry said grimly.

  When Henry had gone over to meet the little baby, he had seen the way Christian looked at her. Henry knew that look; he looked at his own kids like that. And Shea, he was still hesitant, but he had fallen in love with her, too. They would both be shattered if it turned out that the baby wasn’t Shea’s.

  “There’s nothing we can do if she’s not Shea’s,” Sebastian murmured sadly.

  “In order for them to keep her, she would have to be Shea’s. Otherwise, they would have to give her back, then apply to be foster parents, and hope to get her back that way,” Quinn said.

  Sebastian groaned and rubbed his face. “It’s gonna be bad if Skylar’s not his.”

  “She’s too young to really say whether or not she looks like him, ya know? We can’t go by that either,” Quinn supplied.

  Henry shook his head. “Let’s hope that the news tomorrow is good news.”

  Sebastian and Quinn agreed.

  ~Chapter 10~

  Shea groaned when he heard Skylar start to fuss. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, it was 4:15 am; she was right on time. The kid ate exactly every three hours. They took turns getting up with her and it was his turn. He didn’t want to get up, though, he was too fucking tired. They’ve been only doing this for a week and Shea swore that he was going to die from sleep deprivation.

  “The baby goat is crying,” Christian mumbled from under his pillow.

  Shea smiled. He couldn’t help it. Christian had nicknamed her the baby goat because that’s what she sounded like when she cried.

  “I’m trying to get up, I swear,” Shea grumbled and rubbed his eyes.

  Shea rolled out of bed and shuffled over to the dresser where they had a canister of formula and bottles with water set up. Shea made a bottle then made his way over to Skylar while he shook it up. He set the bottle on the floor next to the glider they bought then gathered up the squirming baby in his arms and sat down in the glider. Skylar immediately latched onto the bottle as soon as it touched her lips. Shea closed his eyes and rested his head back as he listened to her suck away.

  Shea couldn’t get over how quickly this little baby came to mean everything to him. Tomorrow…well, today really…was the day he would find out if Skylar were actually his. He couldn’t even think about her not being his, it was too painful. He would be absolutely crushed if he was not her father, and he knew Christian would be, too. The first few days, Shea tried to keep his heart locked up tight, not wanting to care for her just in case she turned out not to be his, but it was impossible not to fall in love with her. She was just so damn cute and helpless and Shea found that he wanted to love her and give her everything she needed.

  Skylar barely finished her bottle before she fell back to sleep on him. Shea sat her up to burp her but he didn’t even have to pat her back, it came right out, making him chuckle. Baby burps were too stinkin’ cute. Shea lifted Skylar up higher so that he could kiss her soft little cheeks before changing her diaper, swaddling her back up, and putting her back in her bassinette. Shea crawled back into bed with a tired groan. He snuggled up next to Christian and almost immediately fell back to sleep.

  He was awoken again what seemed like only ten minutes later by the baby goat. Shea peeled open an eye with his fingers to check the time, 7:30 am, Jesus Christ! He swore he had just fallen asleep; at least that’s how he felt. Thank god he had taken this past week off of work. He probably would have cut his arm off with a saw or nailed his hand to a stud with how exhausted he was. Christian had also closed his studio for the week, which was good because he didn’t think Christian could sleep and paint at
the same time. He then heard Christian suck in a sharp breath as he sat straight up and looked around frantically.

  “Hey, you alright?” Shea asked, reached over to touch Christian’s thigh.

  Christian blinked rapidly before scrubbing his hands roughly over his face and through his hair. “Yeah…shit,” he rasped.

  “Bad dream?” Shea asked.

  “Yeah, just some crazy ass dream,” Christian murmured.

  Christian swung his feet over the edge of the bed, sat there for a moment before standing up and going over to the dresser to make a bottle. Shea raked an appraising gaze over his gorgeous boyfriend in his sexy gray briefs.

  “I feel like I didn’t sleep at all last night,” Christian muttered.

  “I feel like I haven’t slept all week,” Shea replied.

  Christian grunted in agreement as he shook up the bottle. He went over to the bassinette and scooped Skylar up under her arms. “Aw, my little munchkin, are you hungry again?” he cooed, kissing her cheek before settling down into the glider with her.

  Shea smiled and tucked his hands behind his head as he watched Christian feed their daughter. His smiled slowly faded. Did he really just think of Skylar as their daughter? Aw shit, he was so screwed. Please God, let him be her biological father! He just couldn’t bear to give her up. Not now, not after having her for this week and loving her like he did.

  “I’m gonna get in the shower,” Shea said, getting out of bed.

  Christian nodded, not even bothering to take his eyes off Skylar. Shea went over to him and kissed the top of his head. “Love you,” Shea whispered.

  “I love you, too.” Christian smirked.

  Shea just finished his shower when Christian walked into the bathroom with Shea’s cell phone in his hand, a grim look on his face. Shea’s heart lodged in his throat. Holy shit! This was it, the call they had been waiting for. Christian held up the phone without a word. Shea could see the pulse on his neck fluttering frantically. Christian was very anxious at the moment and Shea couldn’t blame him, he was, too. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and took the phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Shea, its Jackie, how are you?” Jackie said pleasantly.

  “Right now, I’m nervous as hell. Did you get the results?” Shea asked.

  “I did,” Jackie replied.

  Shea waited for a moment and when Jackie didn’t say, he spoke up, “Well? Don’t pause dramatically like we’re on the Maury show or something, Jackie! Am I her father?”

  “Yes, Shea, you are her father.” Jackie chuckled.

  Shea’s knees almost gave out from the relief. He grabbed the edge of the sink to catch himself. “Oh, thank you, sweet baby Jesus,.” Shea breathed, closing his eyes since they started to burn.

  “Congratulations, Shea. I’m sure Skylar is in the best care with you and Christian. I wish you the best of luck,” Jackie said.

  “Thank you, Jackie. Thank you so much,” Shea said sincerely.

  Shea hung up after saying goodbye and lifted his gaze to Christian, who was smiling from ear to ear with tears running down his cheeks. Christian stepped into him, grabbing his face and kissing him soundly. Shea’s breath caught from the intensity of the emotions that enveloped him, both his own and Christian’s. He wrapped his arms around Christian, holding him tight. Their kiss turned passionate and needy. Christian was still in his underwear, so Shea slipped his hands down the back of them to grab his boyfriend’s firm ass. Christian moaned and nipped at Shea’s bottom lip.

  Shea shoved Christian’s underwear down his thighs; Christian kicked them away when they fell to the floor. Shea captured Christian’s lips again as he wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him onto the sink’s counter. Christian pulled to loosen the knot of Shea’s towel so that it fell away. Shea tore his mouth away from Christian’s and grabbed the back of his knees so that he could pull him to the edge of the counter. Christian leaned back on his hands, his eyes no longer teary but heavy lidded with desire.

  Shea pulled open the drawer to the right and pulled out a small bottle of lube. They had stashed small bottles all over the house since they had a hard time keeping their hands off each other. Shea poured some in his hand and smoothed it over himself, stroking a couple of times just because it felt good. He then rubbed his dick over Christian’s hole to get it lubed up before he pushed his way in. Christian gasped, his eyes locked on Shea’s.

  “Fuck,” Shea ground out as he fully seated himself.

  Christian let out a strangled moan that had Shea’s balls pulling tight. Shea grabbed the backs of Christian’s thighs and pushed them up higher as he started to thrust. Christian clawed at his chest with one hand as he set a fast and hard-paced rhythm.

  “Shea! Jesus…Oh my god, Shea!” Christian panted.

  “You gonna come for me, baby?” Shea grunted.

  “Fuck…yessss,” Christian moaned, his eyes never leaving Shea’s.

  Shea couldn’t remember them ever keeping eye contact this long but it was sexy as hell. Christian cried out, Shea saw his abs tighten in his peripheral. Then Christian was coming and pulsing hard around Shea’s cock. Shea gritted his teeth and slammed into Christian a couple more times before losing it himself. They both panted heavily, still staring into each other eyes.

  “Damn, I love you.” Shea breathed, grabbing the back of Christian’s neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

  “I love you, too…so much,” Christian whispered between kisses.

  After a lot of grunting and groaning, they separated and got cleaned up. Christian then went to call his family and give them the good news. Shea was fucking ecstatic. They had a daughter and she was actually theirs, no need to go through all of the hassle of adopting a baby. Maybe if they ever decided to have more kids, they could find a surrogate and use Christian’s sperm, then they would have a kid from each of them. Shea smiled, he liked that idea.

  Christian couldn’t get the smile off of his face. Ever since Shea and he got the news yesterday morning, he could do nothing but smile. Skylar was officially theirs. There was nothing left to worry about; she would never be taken away from them. They could live their lives and love their baby and each other. Life was good. Christian never thought he would ever be so happy.

  “I have never seen you smile so much, Chris.” Quinn smirked, wrapping his arm around Christian’s shoulders.

  Christian’s whole family was over their house to celebrate, because that’s what the Beck family did whenever there was a cause to celebrate anything. Christian glanced over at his brother.

  “I’ve never had a reason,” Christian replied.

  Quinn grunted in agreement and gave him a squeeze before moving on to go sit with Margot, who was holding Skylar and cooing to her in French. Shea was talking with Henry, Sebastian, and Henry Sr. Claire and Raelynn were sitting with Anne in the kitchen. Ethan and little Henry were running back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. And both Adalyn and Michael were standing at the coffee table, ripping apart a magazine that was in front of them. Christian has seriously never been so happy in his entire life. Everything has just fallen into place for him.

  A pair of arms slipped around his waist as someone came up next to him. Christian lifted his arm and looked over to find his mother smiling up at him. Christian smiled back and put his arm around her shoulders. Anne laid her head on his chest and patted his stomach.

  “My baby, I love seeing you so happy,” Anne said quietly.

  Christian hummed his agreement as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

  “I’m so proud of you, Christian. You have really grown into a wonderful man,” Anne said. Christian could actually hear the pride in her voice.

  Christian’s heart swelled close to bursting. “Thanks, mom.”

  “Give me the little munchkin, you baby hog,” Henry’s deep raspy voice said from across the room.

  Christian looked up to see him standing in front of Margot, holding out his hands.
Margot was glaring up at him. “Non! You have your own children to hold, I need the practice!” she argued, apparently not wanting to give Skylar up.

  “I want to hold Skylar. I’ve held my kids a million times.”

  “Non, I am not giving her up,” Margot said, lifting her chin stubbornly.

  “Quinn, help me out here.” Henry grunted.

  Quinn shook his head and sighed. “Man, don’t drag me into the middle of this.”

  “Pussy,” Henry sneered at him.

  “Hey!” Quinn frowned, pointing at him. “I like having sex with my wife, thank you very much.”

  Anne groaned. “Not something I want to know about. I’m going back into the kitchen,” she muttered as she walked away.

  Henry and Margot continued to argue until Skylar started crying. Christian stepped in and took her from Margot. It was time for her to eat now.

  “Now look at what you did,” Henry accused Margot.

  Margot gasped in outrage and shot to her feet. “Moi? Non! She was fine until you came over here!”

  Christian could see the sparkle of amusement in Henry’s green eyes and the subtle twitch of his lips; he thought it was funny to get Margot all riled up. Quinn was pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head.

  “She got frustrated because she couldn’t understand a damn word you were saying,” Henry retorted.

  Sebastian barked out a laugh. Quinn groaned loudly and dropped his head to the back of the couch. Shea and Henry Sr. were trying to hide their smiles. Margot’s eyes flashed furiously as she stomped over to Henry who was smiling smugly with his arms crossed over his chest. This was not going to end well for Henry; Christian had no idea what he was thinking, messing around with Margot.

  Christian bounced Skylar, trying to get her to quiet down a bit. He wanted to see how this panned out before leaving the room. Margot stopped in front of Henry, who towered over her.

  “Oh, you think you are so funny, Oui?” Margot smiled sweetly.