Christian (The Beck Brothers Series) (4 page)

Margot
’
s
eyes immediately darkened with desire.
“
Non.
”
She breathed as she crawled up onto the bed toward him.
“
But
I think there is something
I
can do
to make you stop asking.
”

Oh fuck yes!
“
Oh
yeah?
”
he growled, as he watched her
crawl over his lap. He was already hard from the anticipation.

She
settled herself between his legs and leaned down to kiss him through his
underwear. His breath caught then hissed when her mouth closed over the head of
his cock.
 
The barrier of his
boxer/briefs seemed to make her mouth hotter than normal. He groaned and arched
under her. She loved to torture him that was for sure.

“
Are
you going to stop asking?
”
she
murmured.

“
I
’
ll
do whatever you want as long as you don
’
t
stop what you
’
re doing.
”
He panted, feeling her smile against him.

“
Good
boy.
”
She purred.

Quinn
couldn
’
t help but
smile. Margot was the devil in disguise.

Shea
was up on the roof of the house he was working on putting in a damn sky light
above the island counter in the kitchen. The couple that hired Platt and Sons -
the construction company that he worked for - were picky as hell, and were
really starting to get on his nerves. They have a deadline of a month for Shea
- who was the foreman on the job - and his guys, to gut and renovate the entire
kitchen, which was not enough time. Then on top of that, they kept changing and
adding shit.

Usually
he could kind of hang back and supervise, but not with this job. They needed
everyone on their six-man team to be working. That was why he was on the roof
installing a skylight. Shea was sweating bullets; it was only April, and wasn
’
t
super hot out, but the sun was high and there was not a cloud in the sky, so he
was roasting. He had stripped off his shirt a while ago to try to cool off
some, but it wasn
’
t really
helping.

Shea
straightened up to stretch his back out because it was bothering him from being
hunched over when, all of a sudden, he somehow lost his footing on the slanted
roof and started tumbling. He could not find anything to stop himself and his
last thought before he went off the edge of the roof was that he hoped he didn
’
t
land on his head. He had no desire to be a vegetable.

The
sensation of falling made Shea want to puke. He was falling somewhat sideways,
and he didn
’
t have
enough time to correct it because it was only a one-story drop, and the ground
came up too fast. Shea hit the grass, landing partially on his right side. He heard
and felt his collarbone snap as all of the air knocked out of his lungs. His
head smacked the ground hard, leaving him dizzy and confused. He could hear
shouting but he didn
’
t know
where it was coming from or what was being said.

“
Shea!
Yo, Dempsey, are you hurt?
”
came
Connor
’
s voice
from somewhere above him. Connor was one of the guys working under him.

Shea
tried to blink past the fog and focus on the face that was hovering over his,
but he just couldn
’
t. The pain
in his shoulder was slowly getting worse and he was really freaking tired.

Shea
gasped and cried out in pain when he felt his body being moved. His eyes flew
open and glanced around to see that he was now strapped down on a stretcher
with a neck brace, while being put into the back of an ambulance.
What the fuck happened?
He looked around
to see his guys all standing around watching, looking concerned. A paramedic
hopped into the back of the ambulance and shut the door. He was a young guy
with shaggy brown hair. He gave Shea a reassuring smile as he sat down on the
bench next to him.

“
Hey,
buddy, how we doing?
”
Shaggy cut
asked.

“
Pain,
”
was all Shea could get out, because for real, the pain was unbearable.

“
I
know man, I
’
m gonna get
you something to ease the pain. My name is Will, by the way.
”

“
Shea.
”

“
Shea,
yeah, I know, your friends told me.
”

Will
moved about the back of the ambulance as it started on its merry way, lights
and sirens blaring. Shea was ready to pass the fuck out or throw up from the
pain. He couldn
’
t even get
out anything other than weird whimpering noises to tell Will to move his ass
and get him some drugs. Will finally got his arm prepped and slid the needle
home, injecting something into Shea
’
s
arm that sent him flying high.

Shea
’
s
head lolled to the side, luckily in Will
’
s
direction, because he was not going to be able to move it from where it landed.
“
I love you,
”
he slurred.

Will
chuckled and patted Shea
’
s thigh.
“
I
’
m
glad you
’
re feeling
better.
”

Shea
sighed heavily and closed his eyes. He could hear Will moving about, but he
didn
’
t care. He didn
’
t
care about anything at the moment. A blanket draped over him covering him up to
his chin, which was good because the pain medication and the saline were making
him cold. Once they arrived at the emergency room, Will handed him over to the
doctor and nurses with a report on his condition. Shea tried to answer their
questions as best as he could, but between the medication and the possible
concussion, who knows what the hell came out of his mouth.

Christian
was in the middle of washing paintbrushes when his cell phone rang. He groaned
and quickly rinsed his hands and dried them with a paper towel. He was hoping
it was Shea because he hadn
’
t spoken to
him since last night and he missed him. He pulled his cell phone out of the
pocket and looked at the number; a bolt of disappointment hit him, as he didn
’
t
recognize the number.

“
Hello?
”
he answered, deciding to see who it was.

“
Hi,
is this Christian Beck?
”
the
friendly female voice said on the other end.

“
Yes.
”

“
Mr.
Beck, my name is Darlene, and I
’
m a nurse
at Abington Hospital. I
’
m calling
you because a Mr. Shea Dempsey has been brought to the emergency room and
according to him, you are his emergency contact,
”
Darlene said.

Christian
’
s
heart leapt up into his throat.
“
Yes,
I am. Is he okay?
”

“
He
is in stable condition, so yes, he is doing okay.
”

“
What
happened? Did he get hurt at work?
”
Christian asked, dreading the answer. Those were some of his worst nightmares; the
ones where Shea gets his arm or leg cut off with a saw or something.

“
Yes,
Mr. Beck, he did. He fell off a roof and broke his clavicle, and he has a mild
concussion. Is it possible for you to come to the hospital? We need to release
him into someone
’
s care
because of the concussion. He will need to be supervised for the next
twenty-four hours.
”

“
Christ!
”
Christian breathed.
“
Okay, no
problem. I will be there in about an hour.
”

“
Great,
just come to the emergency room and tell the nurse at the desk who you are
there for,
”
Darlene
said.

“
Okay,
thank you.
”

“
You
’
re
welcome.
”

They
said goodbye then Christian hung up. He fought off the panic that threatened to
consume him. He needed to get to Shea, and he didn
’
t
have time to be stuck in the bathroom throwing up. He just kept telling himself
that Shea was okay.
 
He was most
likely resting comfortably on drugs and annoying the nurses. Luckily, Christian
had already closed up shop and there was no one to kick out of the studio. He
would finish washing the brushes another time; for now, he would just set them
in water and get the hell out of there.

He
was on the highway ten minutes later. Part of the ride was highway while the
second half was back roads. He was most impatient on the back roads because
they were mostly one lane and he kept getting stuck behind the one person who
was in no rush to get anywhere. Some of the curses that came out of his mouth
were so nasty that Christian was shocked that he even said them out loud. He
made it in just about an hour like he said. He parked in the first spot he
could find then quickly made his way to the emergency room doors. He gave the
nurse at the desk Shea
’
s name and
was told to wait; fifteen minutes later another nurse came into the waiting
room and called for him.

Christian
followed the nurse back into the triage bay and tried not to look at the people
who were broken, bleeding, or sick in the beds they passed. The nurse stopped
and pulled back a curtain to reveal Shea. Christian thanked her and she told
him that she would be back in a minute with discharge papers before she walked
away.

He
looked at Shea, who seemed to be asleep on the small bed. He was shirtless with
his right arm in a sling and a swathe that wrapped around both his torso and
arm to hold his arm in place. Christian swallowed back the urge to gag; it just
turned his stomach that Shea had been hurt. He fell off a freaking roof for
Christ
’
s sake! He
could have landed on his head or broken his neck or his back. God, this could
have been so much worse.

Christian
stepped up to the left side of the bed and touched Shea
’
s
arm. He started then grunted in pain and shifted slightly on the bed. He
dragged his eyes open and looked up at Christian. A lazy, definitely drugged
up, smile lifted his lips.

“
Hey,
buuuddy,
”
Shea said,
sounding a lot like Pauly Shore at the moment.
  

“
Hey,
Shea, how you doing?
”
Christian
asked, smoothing his hand over Shea
’
s
shortly cropped hair.

“
Mmm,
better now that you
’
re here,
lover,
”
he
murmured, reaching out with his left hand to pat Christian
’
s
stomach. After only two pats, his hand fell away as if it was just too heavy
for him to hold up.

Christian
smiled slightly.
“
As soon as
the nurse gets back with your discharge papers, we
’
ll
get out of here.
”

“
Sweet,
can we stop and get ice cream on the way home?
”

“
Ice
cream?
”
Christian
repeated, raising an eyebrow in question.

“
I
got a boo-boo so I think I deserve some ice cream, dammit,
”
he said seriously.

Christian
choked back a laugh at Shea
’
s obviously
medicated state and smoothed his hand over his hair again.
“
We
’
ll
stop at Wendy
’
s and get you
a Frosty. Does that sound good?
”

“
Can
I have a chocolate one?
”
Shea
asked, eyeing Christian suspiciously.