Quinn (The Beck Brothers #3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the water run for a moment before he came out.
     
    His body was exquisite. He had big broad shoulders that
tapered down to a trim waist. His chest and abs were defined, corded with
muscle, and had a dusting of dark hair. His biceps had to be the size of her
head. Okay, she might have been exaggerating a little, but they were still big.
She could see the muscles move in his legs when he walked. To top it all off,
he was a very well endowed man - long and thick, magnificent, glorious,
incredible. Need she say more? Maybe later, but right now she was exhausted and
could not keep her eyes open for another second.
     
     
    ~~~~~~
     
     
     
    Christian sang softly while taking a shower before work. He
owned his own art gallery. Well, it was a studio and gallery. During the week,
Christian taught painting and drawing classes to anyone who was interested. He
even had classes for children. On the weekends, he would display his art and
his students’ art.   He would sell
his art, but his students’ works were for display only. He would also host
birthday parties on the weekends in the afternoons. Christian absolutely loved
what he did. He was the only one in his family who was artistic. It was his
passion and the only thing that he ever wanted to do with his life. So with his
brother’s help, he got his studio up and running, making enough money to pay
his bills and feed his clothes fetish.
     
    The shower curtain suddenly yanked back and a pitcher of
ice-cold water was thrown at his back. Christian screamed and tried to get out
of the way, which was impossible in such a small space, as the freezing cold
water hit his back. The culprit started laughing hysterically. Christian shoved
the other side of the curtain aside to glare angrily at his best friend, Shea
Dempsey, who was filming the whole thing with his phone.
     
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” Christian snapped.
     
    “Oh come on, that shit was funny!” Shea laughed.
     
    “I hate you,” he snarled and yanked the shower curtain back
in place.
     
    “Aw, you love me and you know it,” Shea chuckled.
     
    “What are you doing here anyway?” he asked.
     
    Christian has been friends with Shea for as long as he could
remember. They did everything together. They went to grade school and high
school together, even went to college together. The only time that they were
apart was when Shea went to Europe with his family a couple of years ago. He
was gone for about six months, and it was torturous for Christian. He was sure
that Shea had a hard time with it, also.
     
    “Eh, I was on my way to work. Figured I’d stop by and fuck
with you a little bit,” Shea said nonchalantly.
     
    “Gee thanks,” Christian said dryly.
     
    Shea was always playing jokes and pranks on him. Christian has gotten him good a time or two,
but Shea was constantly coming up with something new. It was one of the things that
he loved most about Shea; there was never a dull moment.  
     
    “How’s your heart? You okay? Did it give out? Are you gonna
puke?” Shea teased.
     
    He was also always making fun of Christian’s anxiety
problem, too. Christian thought he did it to try to distract him from whatever
was making him anxious. Sometimes it actually worked, other times it pissed
Christian off, especially when he was anxious about something serious.
     
    “Screw you, dickhead,” Christian muttered.
     
    “No thanks, that’s your thing,” Shea chuckled.
     
    He rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, you’re so funny.”
     
    “I’ll go make some coffee,” Shea said, his voice still
tinged with amusement.
     
    Christian muttered to himself as he finished his shower.
Shea was crazy. Christian got out of the shower and dried off. He wrapped the
towel around his waist and went into his bedroom, which was right next door to
the bathroom. He got dressed in a pair of dark gray slacks and a white button
down shirt that he tucked into his pants. He put on a black belt and black
dress shoes.