My Beck Valentine

by Andria Large

  My Beck Valentine

  By Andria Large

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

  My Beck Valentine

  Copyright © 2016 by Andria Large.

  All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or used in any manner whatsoever, via the Internet, electronic, or print, without the express written permission of the authors, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Edited by: Megan Hershenson

  Cover Design by: Andria Large

  First Edition, 2016

  Please note: Andria Large acknowledges the copyrighted items named in the novel, My Beck Valentine. The author does not own the right to the products, songs, or brands that are mentioned in this story.

  Also by Andria Large:

  The Beck Brothers Series:

  Henry

  Sebastian

  Quinn

  Christian

  Renegade Series:

  Sweet Renegade

  Wild Renegade

  Irresistible Renegade (Coming Soon)

  War Trilogy:

  At War

  War Torn

  War Wounded (2.5)

  At Peace

  A Taboo Love Series:

  Hey There, Delilah…

  Unmasking Charlotte

  Crossing The Line

  Standalones:

  Hammer & Nails

  How To Save A Life

  Blurb

  Christian gets dragged to the adult toy store by his older brothers - Henry, Sebastian, and Quinn. Whoever thought it was a good idea to let Sebastian loose in there has lost their minds. After some craziness ensues, each brother leaves with a black plastic bag of goodies, including Christian. He has never brought toys into the bedroom before, but when Christian brings one home, he and Shea are eager to try them out.

  Note: This is a novella about Christian and Shea who are the main characters in Christian (The Beck Brothers Series #4). For mature audiences only. Contains graphic M/M sex scenes, a giant dildo in Sebastian's pants, and the use of other adult toys. You've been warned.

  ~Christian & Shea~

  ~Christian~

  I meet up with my brothers at Sebastian's house after getting a call from him this morning for a brothers meeting. I have no idea what's going on, but I hope Raelynn isn't pregnant again; I don't think she can handle another kid. They have four boys already, and most likely would have another one. We'd have to commit Rae to a mental institution.

  I show up the same time as Quinn, so we walk up to the house together. Looking over at my only brother with dark hair, I ask, "Any idea what this is about?"

  Quinn, who is walking with his hands shoved in the front pockets of his jeans, shrugs. "Who knows when it comes to Sebastian."

  I sigh. "This is true."

  "It's probably something stupid, like always." He snorts.

  I hum my agreement. Sebastian has a tendency to call these meetings over inane reasons, like the giant shit he took that he wants us all to look at, or the pimple on his back that Raelynn won't pop for him, so one of us needs to do it. I swear, the guy is a lunatic. How Raelynn puts up with him, I will never know.

  We walk in the front door and get slammed by four little boys. Quinn and I greet our nephews then have to peel them off our legs so that we can go into the kitchen where Sebastian's voice is coming from.

  In the kitchen, Sebastian and Henry are talking at the island counter, where some chips and salsa are sitting. Shit, he put out a snack, that's not a good sign. Quinn groans quietly from behind me. Yeah, he saw the snack, too.

  "Hey! ’Bout time you fuckers showed," Sebastian grunts then shoves a chip into his mouth.

  I glance at my watch. "I'm here at exactly the time you told me to be; I didn't know that was code for get here before that."

  "It wouldn't have killed you to be five, even ten minutes early, now would it?"

  I roll my eyes and shake my head. "You're impossible."

  Quinn pats my back sympathetically.

  "Alright, we're here, what's going on?" Quinn asks in his deep gravelly voice.

  "I need to get Raelynn a Valentine's Day present..." Sebastian starts.

  "That's tomorrow. Cutting it a little close, aren't you?" I mumble.

  "Shut up and listen, douchebag."

  I wave my hand for him to proceed.

  "We need to go over to the adult toy place when she gets home," he states.

  "What's this 'we' talk? Why do the rest of us have to go?" Quinn says, his eyebrows furrowing.

  "Because I said so, dickhead," Sebastian snaps.

  "You can't boss me around, asshole," Quinn barks back.

  "Relax, you two," Henry intervenes. "Quinn does have a point, though, Sebastian. Why do we all have to go?"

  "Because it'll be fun! A good bonding moment."

  "I think I'm plenty bonded to you already," I mutter.

  Sebastian slings his arm around my shoulders and shakes me. "Not nearly enough, little brother."

  "You just want us to go so you can embarrass us," I muse.

  Sebastian gasps in mock horror. "That is so not true!"

  "Yes it is." Henry laughs.

  Sebastian snickers. "Okay, maybe a little bit."

  I shove him away from me. "I'm not going. I already got Shea a present."

  "It's probably something stupid. Get him a butt plug, that'll really make him happy." Sebastian grins.

  I feel the heat crawl up my neck and cheeks. "Shut the fuck up; it will not."

  Sebastian narrows his eyes at me for a moment before they widen comically, and his mouth forms an O as he pulls in a sharp breath.

  "No! It can't be true!" he exclaims.

  "Sebastian," I warn, even though I know it won't matter.

  "What?" Henry asks in confusion.

  "Chris, please, please don't tell me you and Shea don't have any toys!"

  "Come on; you’re gonna tell me that all three of you have and use toys? Henry?"

  Henry shrugs. "Claire and I started using stuff years ago, just to add something different. We now have a drawer full." He laughs.

  I turn to Quinn. "You, too?"

  He gives me a wicked grin that actually has me jerking my chin back. Quinn rarely smiles like that. "We have a swing."

  Christian gapes at his brother, while Sebastian slaps his hand on the counter. "The fuck you do!"

  Quinn nods. "Truth."

  Sebastian's mouth opens and closes a few times before he blurts, "Do I need to get one?"

  The slow grin that curls Quinn's lips says it all. "Yes, yes you do."

  "Motherfucker!" Sebastian hisses as he pushes away from the counter. "We're going to that store, and we're going today!"

  ******

  I really don’t know how I let myself get talked into this kind of shit. I mean, I already got Shea a Valentine’s Day present. There is no need for me to even be here. We don't need toys; we have a great sex life. These kinds of places are embarrassing for me. My stomach bottoms out just thinking about walking in there. My brothers and I are all in Henry’s car with Sebastian in the front passenger seat and Quinn next to me in the back, and we're on our way to a goddamn adult toy store!

  Henry parks right out front of the place and we all hop out of the car. I reluctantly follow behind my brothers, my heart picking up sp
eed the closer I get. The bell on the door bings as Sebastian opens it and walks in. Henry, Quinn, and I follow. I can feel the heat rise up my neck as I avoid making eye contact with the young girl working the register. I can only imagine what she is thinking when she sees the four of us walk in.

  My brothers are all tall and built. Henry and Sebastian have blonde hair and green eyes, Quinn is the only one who has brown hair and brown eyes, and I have the blonde hair, too, but brown eyes like Quinn. I'm not as tall my as brothers, but I wouldn't be considered short by any means. I have a much thinner and athletic build. I'm toned but I do not have the muscle mass that my brothers all have.

  Sebastian claps his hands and rubs them together. “Yeah, buddy! Woo, look at that!” he exclaims loudly, drawing attention from a couple of other customers. He makes a beeline for the sexy little numbers hanging on the wall. I shove my hands in my front pockets and follow with my head down.

  “Aw, man, look…a naughty cop.” Sebastian chuckles. “I already got one of those.” He looks back at us and wags his eyebrows.

  Henry and Quinn laugh while I just roll my eyes.

  “I like this dominatrix one,” Quinn murmurs, fingering the latex bodysuit on one of the mannequins.

  “That’s because you’re a freak.” Henry snorts. "Mr. I've got a swing."

  “Margot would look sexy as hell in it,” Quinn says, ignoring Henry's swing comment.

  “So get it for her,” Sebastian says distractedly, as he looks through a lingerie rack.

  I wander away from that area since there is nothing there that I’d ever want to see Shea in and head for the toys. I’ve never thought about using a toy. I guess it could be fun. I stop in front of the male toys section, which consists of all kinds of jerking off toys - like Sebastian’s favorite, the Fleshlight – along with penis pumps and butt plugs. I wonder if Shea would want to try a butt plug? Or maybe anal beads?

  “Do you need help with anything?” a female voice says from beside me.

  I whip my head around to look at the girl from the front desk. “Ah, no, no, I’m okay,” I stutter, feeling my face flush bright red.

  She gives me a soft smile. “Okay, just holler if you need anything.”

  “Excuse me, Miss. I could use your help,” I hear Sebastian say in a superhero voice.

  When I look over to where his voice came from, I find him in the female toy section with a giant life-like looking dildo hanging out from the fly of his jeans. His face is completely deadpan. Henry and Quinn are snickering behind him.

  I face palm and groan, “Fuck me.”

  I see the girl glance down at it then back up at Sebastian’s face. She rolls her lips in and tries seriously hard not to burst out laughing. She walks over to him and asks what kind of toys he’s looking for. Sebastian continues using the superhero voice as he turns toward the toys, purposely whacking the girl in the ass with the dildo. I stifle a laugh. Yeah, okay, I’ll admit, that was fucking funny. The girl barks out a laugh before slapping her hand over her mouth.

  After a hilarious five or so minutes of her helping Sebastian pick out a toy, they head over to the counter to pay. Being as tall as Sebastian is, he easily plops the fake cock on the counter with a swing of his hips. Henry and Quinn can’t take it anymore and they burst out laughing with Henry actually rolling on the floor holding his stomach. The girl is laughing so hard that she has tears rolling down her cheeks. Yet, Sebastian is still straight faced, not even a smirk. I don’t know how he does it. He looks over at me and gives me a quizzical look.

  “What the fuck is so funny?” he asks, quirking his eyebrow.

  “Your fly is down,” I answer, trying to be serious as well.

  He finally smirks and looks down at the dildo. “Ah, so it is!” He yanks the giant cock out of his fly and sticks the suction cupped end to the counter so it’s sticking straight up. He then makes a show of zipping up his fly. He puts the lingerie he picked out on the counter and sends the girl a wink before handing over his credit card. I shake my head. Just another day of being a Beck brother.

  We all end up leaving with a little something. I decided to grab a vibrating prostate massager; and honestly, I can't wait to see his face when I give it to him on Valentine's Day, which is tomorrow. It's going to be funny, for sure. Luckily, my mother said she would babysit our kids, Skylar and Greyson, and keep them overnight. Shea and I haven't had a date night in a while, so this will be much needed alone time.

  ******

  Shea and I get back into Shea's truck after dropping the kids off at my parents’ house. We both close our doors and turn to look at each other. Slow smiles take over our faces and we both start laughing.

  "We're free!" Shea whoops.

  Shea starts the truck then drops his hand to my thigh, palm up. I lace my fingers with his and give them a squeeze. We have dinner reservations at our favorite Japanese restaurant. Shea holds my hand the whole drive over to the restaurant. It's so nice to be alone, just the two of us. As much as I love our kids and love spending time with them, I miss it being just the two of us sometimes.

  We're seated almost immediately when we get there and our waiter takes our drink orders before leaving us to look at the menu.

  "So, what happened yesterday with Sebastian and his meeting? You never did tell me," Shea says while perusing the menu.

  I clear my throat and shake my head. "It's Sebastian, so it was just something stupid. You know how he is."

  I don't want to give away anything because I want him to be completely shocked when he opens his present later.

  Shea lifts his eyes from the menu to study me. Fuck, he knows me too well!

  "You're leaving something out," he states, cocking an eyebrow at me.

  "You'll find out later, I promise." I smile.

  He narrows his eyes at me. "I don't know if I like the sound of that."

  "You'll like it," I tell him, nodding fervently.

  "What did you do?"

  "Nothing."

  He purses his lips and hums like he doesn't believe me. I can't help but smile.

  After our dinner, we head home to relax, have some wine, and open each other’s gifts. Shea turns on the gas fireplace in our living room while I go into the kitchen and open a bottle of red wine. When I return to the living room with two glasses of wine, the only light is coming from the fire. Shea is sitting on the couch waiting for me. I hand him his glass and sit down next to him. Our presents for each other are sitting on the coffee table in front of us. Shea puts his hand on my thigh and snuggles in closer to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

  "This is really romantic," he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

  I hum my agreement and turn my head to kiss him on the lips. I take a sip of wine and stare at the fireplace.

  "I still can't believe this is where our lives ended up," Shea whispers.

  "Yeah, I know," I agree.

  Shea and I were married ten years ago now, and it's been great. Of course, growing up together, we never imagined that this is where we would end up, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

  We sit in comfortable silence, just being together and enjoying the peace and quiet in the house while drinking our wine. Eventually, Shea scoots to the edge of the couch, grabs his gift for me off the table, and plops it down on my lap. It's a decent sized box but is fairly light.

  "Open it." Shea smiles.

  I set my wine glass down on the coffee table. "Hmm, wonder what this is."

  I unwrap the box to find no markings to give me any kind of hint as to what it is, so I lift the top of the box off and gasp. Inside is a beautiful vintage Hawaiian Ukulele. It's something that I've been searching for a while now. There are tons of different uke's out there, but I wanted one from one of the original ukulele manufacturers, made from particular kinds of wood and strings. I gently lift it out of the box, glancing at Shea, who is beaming at me. He knows how much I’ve wanted this.

  "It's over a hundred years old," Shea says.
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br />   "Where did you find it?" I whisper in awe, as I look it over.

  "It wasn't easy, but I found someone in Hawaii who was selling it."

  I tuck it against my body and strum a few chords, closing my eyes, enjoying the beautiful sound that it makes. I normally play an acoustic guitar, but I want to be able to change it up every now and then, so I decided on a uke, but I didn't want a cheapy one; I wanted something with history.

  "Sounds good for being so old," Shea says, and I can hear the grin in his tone.

  Opening my eyes, I look over at him; I was right, he is smiling.

  "Thank you, baby. This means so much to me," I murmur and lean over to give him a kiss.

  "You're welcome. I know how much you wanted one, so..."

  "My present does not compare to this," I mutter and shake my head.

  "I'm sure I'm going to love whatever you got me."

  I motion with my head toward the two boxes on the table. "Go ahead and open them."

  I pluck lightly at the four strings while Shea pulls his presents into his lap. The first box he opens is the original present that I got him, which is a new tool belt that he so desperately needs. Being a contractor, and being as busy as Shea is, he puts a lot of wear and tear on his equipment. His current tool belt is being held together in some places with duct tape and zip ties. Shea is a bit sentimental about it though; it's his first tool belt, and that's why he hasn't gotten rid of it yet. So I found a place that personalizes leather tool belts. I had the kids each draw a small picture and write their name, and the company branded the two pockets of the belt with them. It turned out fantastic.

  "Holy shit! This is amazing!" Shea cries, holding up the tool belt.

  The huge smile on his face lets me know that I did good.

  "I love this, Christian," he gushes and hugs it to his chest.

  "I’d hoped you would."