Everyone knows what happened next… hands went on the hips, which were then thrust forward, side to side, and to the back, with serious expressions on their faces, before one hand went up as they giddy-upped around in a circle with ridiculous grins taking over. Annnd repeat! Quinn could hear the crowd whistling, laughing, and hollering.
He stared hard at Christian, who was fighting to keep a straight face, as he thrust his hips. Quinn swore this was the most fun he has ever had in his entire life. As he goofily did his circle, he caught a glimpse of Margot standing with Claire and Raelynn; she was laughing and holding her stomach. She was so beautiful and Quinn loved her so much. She turned him into the man he was at this moment; well, along with the alcohol, but it was mostly her.
After the song, Quinn went to her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her soundly. Someone smacked his ass and said, “Go get her, tiger.” He was pretty sure it was Sebastian. Quinn couldn’t care less at the moment; his only focus right now was Margot. He pulled back from their kiss and rubbed his nose against hers.
“Marry me, Margot?” he said, his lips brushing hers.
Margot tsked. “You are too drunk to ask that question.”
“Maybe, but I know what I want and that is you, forever,” he murmured, nipping at her bottom lip.
“If you remember this tomorrow, then my answer is ‘yes,’” she said, her hazel eyes lifting to meet his.
“Be ready to go ring shopping tomorrow.” Quinn smirked.
She snorted. “It will be a miracle if you remember this tomorrow.”
“I will remember because I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now,” he admitted.
“So why now? Why when you are so drunk?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“Because I’m a pussy who needed liquid courage?”
Margot chuckled. “Like I said, if you remember this conversation tomorrow, then the answer is ‘yes, I will marry you.’”
“Do you have a pen?” he asked.
She burst out laughing and pinched his side. “You are not allowed to write it down!”
Quinn laughed and kissed her again. Oh, he was going to write it down, alright. He had to remember this tomorrow. He wanted her to be his wife. Then he had an idea; he tore his mouth away from Margot and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“No text messages either!” she exclaimed and made a grab for his phone.
Quinn lifted it up higher than she could reach. He laughed as he tried to text himself while holding his phone over her head. She jumped a couple of times to try to reach it, but she was too short. He whooped in triumph when he hit send. Margot planted her hands on her hips and just smiled, shaking her head at him. Hell yeah, she was going to be his wife, and she knew it.
“Je t’aime, mon amour,” Quinn said as sweetly and as innocently as he could.
“Je t’aime aussi, mon amour,” Margot replied with a loving smile.
Quinn pulled Margot back into his arms, dipped her, and kissed the shit out of her.
Epilogue
Christian was hammered. He had a great time dancing and laughing with his family, but he hadn’t seen Shea in about an hour, so he went looking for him. Christian found him at the bar, talking to Jared Walsh, Sebastian’s new brother-in-law. He went over and slung his arm around Shea’s shoulders.
“Hey, guys.” Christian greeted them.
“Hey, Chris,” Jared smiled.
“Hey, buddy,” Shea said, turning his glazed brown eyes toward Christian.
“Listen, I gotta piss. I’ll see you guys later,” Jared said and left them to find the bathroom.
Christian took a deep breath, he had something he wanted to tell Shea, and it was now or never. “Shea, can we go somewhere quiet to talk?”
“Yeah, sure, man.”
Shea pushed away from the bar and Christian dropped his arm. They headed out into the lobby and out the front doors. Christian led them over to the little grassy area where the gazebo was. It was dark and quiet in the gazebo, no one else was outside - perfect for what he needed to tell Shea. He stepped into the gazebo then turned and waited for Shea, who ended up tripping as he stepped into the gazebo. Christian caught him, but since they were both drunk, they stumbled until his back bumped against one of the poles, and Shea was pressed against his front. Christian’s eyes slid closed. Jesus, he couldn’t remember what they even came out here for. He has been dreaming about Shea being in his arms like this for too long.
“You know, I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss you,” Shea murmured huskily into the dark, his mouth mere inches from Christian’s.
Christian’s eyes flew open. He was about to ask Shea what the hell he was talking about, but instead Shea kissed him. Christian sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut. Holy shitballs! Shea was kissing him! Christian fisted his hands in the back of Shea’s shirt and kissed him back, all his pent up desires bursting forth. Their tongues met and Christian thought he was going to come in his pants. He moaned into Shea’s mouth, and he responded with his own moan, as he pressed Christian more firmly against the pole.