Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance

by Jamie Knight

  “Good. Same here. Because you are mo anam cara— my soul mate. The ancient Celts believed that when two people formed a deep bond, their souls would mingle. It was then said that each person had found their anam cara, their soul mate, and you’re mine.”

  Tears filled my eyes, and a huge smile lifted the corners of his lips. Gavin opened the box revealing a gorgeous, antique emerald and diamond ring, polished until it nearly looked new again.

  “It was my granny’s,” he said, taking the ring out of the box and gently slipping it onto my ring finger. “She wanted the first MacBride boy who got married to have it, and I think that’s fitting, since I’m the oldest one.”

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, fighting off more tears.

  Gavin got to his feet, held me tight, and kissed me tenderly.

  I broke away and took his hand.

  “What do you say we go and celebrate?”

  “I say that’s a grand idea. We have a few hours before we have to meet up with my brothers.”

  We practically ran back to the Europa Hotel, where we were staying during our visit. Gavin had informed me that it was known as the "most bombed hotel in the world" after having suffered 36 bomb attacks during The Troubles. It was a place of luxury and serenity now.

  Gavin and I were barely through the door before we started to tear each other’s clothes off. He had me completely naked by the time we got to the bed, bending me over it so that my pussy and ass were exposed to him.

  After feeling my pussy and realizing how wet I was for him— just like I always was— Gavin went straight to penetration, slamming the head of his cock inside me before I knew what was happening.

  “Oh fuck!” I cried out.

  “You okay?”

  “Never better,” I assured with a squeeze of my inner muscles. “You make me feel so good, my fiancé.”

  “Good, because you make me feel amazing, my fiancée.”

  Pressing down lightly on the small of my back, Gavin eased further into my pussy as I slowly exhaled. It had taken a while, but I had more or less gotten used to the size of his cock and could now take it pretty easily.

  We just needed to be a bit gentle at first. Then he could really pound me, which I was a bit surprised to discover that I loved.

  When he would get on top of me, I would wrap my legs hard around him to keep him deep inside me until the last minute. I never wanted to let him go.

  “That’s my good little bad girl,” he said, slapping my ass and adding, “That’s my real fiancée. I love that I’m going to marry a woman whose plump ass bounces around in my hands while I fuck her pussy.”

  Then he gripped me by the hips and started to fuck me hard and deep, pumping his big, hard cock inside me over and over again.

  I came first, trembling against him and then Gavin, managing to get his cock around to my mouth before he unloaded, giving me what he knew I wanted. I kept on sucking him until he filled my mouth with his delicious cum.

  Going back behind me, he got on his knees and licked my ravaged pussy, helping with my recovery so we could go again. It wasn’t unusual for us to fuck three or four times per session.

  Soon enough, I was ready. Gavin wasted no time in turning me over onto my back and penetrating me once again, this time fucking me at the edge of the bed, my legs draped over his elbows. I’d never really thought of myself as particularly kinky, but I really liked it when Gavin took control, keeping me from moving too much.

  He lasted longer the second time, still pulling out in the nick of time, dividing his load between my mouth and my face, just as the trembles of my own orgasm vibrated up from my pussy, giving me the best of all worlds.

  I was so glad to have met him— despite the crazy circumstances— and to be marrying him for real, finally, after all this time. I knew we would be happy together for the rest of our lives.

  All because I had gone to that therapy appointment, and Kenny and Raquel had walked in. I guessed I should be thankful to them, but I was too busy feeling lucky that I had met Gavin and that everything had turned out so good— and so real— in the end.

  Gavin

  Later, I stroked Maggie’s hair as she stopped gently sucking my cock after I had shot my cum into her mouth. Her rosy cheeks glowed, and I thought it was adorable how flushed she got when we fucked.

  I slipped my cock from her mouth, Maggie giving it up reluctantly, keeping both of her small, warm hands where they were— one fondling my balls with the other wrapped around my shaft.

  We kissed passionately as she lovingly continued to massage and stroke me. It was almost as if she was trying to get me hard again.

  This year had been a whirlwind. The TV show had been a roaring success and topped the ratings week after week. Season two had been given the green light, and all the main cast had secured a million dollars an episode.

  And on top of that, Kris Applegate had called out of the blue, asking me to audition for her again. I did, and she offered me the part I had lost while I was in Ireland fixing my family. The other actor she’d offered it to had to pull out due to other work commitments.

  Next week, Maggie and I were going to London, where we would stay for the next three months while I filmed. The movie could catapult me into the big leagues. And it was all thanks to Maggie and the good luck— and love— she brought my way.

  My dad was sober. For now, anyway.

  He was still an arsehole, but he was a sober one. He didn’t remember much of his life, or so he said. I didn’t think he wanted to remember because the reality of what a dick he’d been was too much to face up to.

  Eoin had moved to L.A. and was working as a camera assistant. When it came to him, I would pull every favor I could. He had stars in his eyes and dreamed of writing and directing. Nothing was stopping him.

  Patrick was still in Israel, and Jim, Liam, and Noel were still in Belfast, keeping an eye on our dad.

  “I have something to ask you,” Maggie said, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “Of course, darlin’.”

  “Do you think— I mean, do you think it would be possible to, uh, try anal?”

  My cock instantly hardened.

  “We can try. Though it might—”

  “Hurt?”

  “Aye. Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure.” She stroked her fingertips up and down my chest. “I would like to try. If it hurts too much, we can always stop. I want to do something different to celebrate. It’s not every day a girl gets engaged.”

  “If it gets to be too much, tell me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

  Confusion furrowed her forehead.

  “What should I do? Get onto all fours? Go over onto my back?”

  “I think it’ll be best on your side, love.”

  “Okay,” Maggie said, positioning herself onto her side.

  I gently bent her legs so that they were up against her chest and started massaging and squeezing her ass with one hand while working her pussy with the other. Before long, she came, shaking gently with a low-level orgasm.

  While she was still relaxed, I moved my hand down to her asshole, bringing her wetness with me, and massaged gently in small circles. Maggie moaned as I stimulated her puckered nerve endings, moving my hand from her pussy to her hip as I kept stroking, helping her to relax.

  Once she was completely relaxed, I leaned down and used my tongue like I did on her pussy, getting her as wet as I could.

  When Maggie was as ready as she was going to be without the help of a butt plug or lube, I lightly pressed the head of my cock against the rosette of her ass. She moaned slightly but didn’t pull away.

  I eased the head all the way in before she made another sound. This time it was a bit of a cry.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  She let out a long breath.

  “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s a new experience, but it feels good.”

  I reached down and stroked her pussy as I gave her a moment to get used to the feeling of
my intrusion. When she relaxed enough, and her breathing evened, I started to move again, easing my cock about halfway into her tight asshole.

  Leaning down to kiss her on her precious, flushed cheek, I began to move inside her, pumping my cock in and out of her ass, slow and gentle at first, but then gaining in speed until I built up to a steady, moderate rhythm.

  There was no objection coming from Maggie. She moaned and sighed in time with my movements.

  I played with her clit and moved my fingers down to her opening, and slid two in. She reared back and sobbed in ecstasy.

  Her inner muscles clamped down on my fingers. She was close. Gently, I moved my fingers in and out of her while flicking my thumb over her distended clit.

  A few seconds later, she lost it. Her ass clamped down on my cock, and her pussy clamped down on my fingers.

  She cried out my name over and over again, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  She was so wonderfully, beautifully tight and warm that it didn’t take long for me to cum, filling her asshole with my huge, thick, hot load. When I’d given her all I had, I eased my cock out and kissed her on the lips before carrying her into the bathroom and running a warm bath for her.

  “Thank you,” she whispered and pressed kisses to my chest. “I never imagined it could feel so intimate and loving.”

  “No, thank you, darlin’. Thank you for giving me every part of you.”

  When she was finished bathing, I dried her off all over. We got dressed and then took a cab to the sober living facility my dad had been in since finishing rehab.

  He still wasn’t doing great, trying to get over decades of heroin addiction. The withdrawal had been brutal when he was first getting clean, and he was already weakened from the infection.

  I took Maggie’s hand and kissed her on the cheek as we walked into the reception area.

  “Well, look who’s here,” Noel said with a laugh. “The happy couple.”

  “He finally made an honest woman out of you?” Liam asked Maggie.

  Maggie lifted her left hand, showing off the sparkling diamond.

  Jim took her hand and lifted it to the light.

  “Granny’s ring looks beautiful on you.”

  Out of nowhere, my brothers took me into a back-slapping group hug, only dispersing when a nurse appeared.

  “You can go in now,” she said. “He’s waiting.”

  Leaving my brothers behind, Maggie and I went into dad’s room, where he sat in a big chair reading one of his damned Trocchi novels. He’d put on weight, and there was a hint of color in his usually yellow complexion.

  He lowered his book and looked at us from beneath his reading glasses.

  “Well, look who it is.”

  “Hi, Da.”

  “Hello, son, and who is this pretty lady?” Dad asked, catching sight of Maggie.

  I gestured a hand in Maggie’s direction and smiled.

  “Da, this is Maggie Sanders. We just got engaged. I found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

  “Nice one, son,” he said, giving me an approving wink. “Learn from my mistakes and treasure the love of a good woman.”

  “I will, Da. This one will never doubt the depth of my love for her.”

  I was glad to be back in Belfast for a little while. For once, it felt like I was part of a loving family, and I liked that feeling. I couldn’t wait for our wedding, when all six MacBride boys would be back together.

  Maggie and I had talked about living in either California or Ireland after we married. We eventually decided to live in both places, depending on my filming schedule and her book tour schedule.

  No matter what happened or where we resided, I knew I would love my soon-to-be wife forever and that I was one lucky guy for meeting her in that building on the day she needed me to save her from her horrible ex and stepsister.

  I would always treat her as the very real love of my life because that was exactly what she was to me.

  THE END

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  Lucky Running into You

  Chapter One - Darcy

  It figured that my best friend Maggie would wed her soulmate, Gavin MacBride, on St. Patrick’s Day. He was Irish, after all, and the holiday had played a big part in their relationship. It was even the one-year anniversary of their engagement.

  But of course that meant their wedding had to be held in March— my least favorite month of the year. At this time, the weather could never seem to make up its mind between winter, spring, and summer.

  Most would say January was their least favorite. Sure, the first month of the year could be bone rattlingly cold, even in L.A., but that was to be expected. At least you knew where you stood.

  If anything, it would be more upsetting if January weren’t colder than a frost giant’s balls. That would mean something had gone terribly wrong, and the natural order was out of whack.

  In my mind, March was the Loki of seasons. No sooner did you turn your back than things changed again.

  Today, as if knowing it was the couple’s wedding rehearsal, the weather had taken its happy pills, and the afternoon sun warmed my boobs, which were somehow contained in the plunging neckline of the emerald green maid of honor dress.

  It wasn’t the dresses’ fault that the seams were a few deep breaths from ripping apart. I possessed more boobage than could reasonably be contained by most designs, let alone a silky summery dress. The dress’s design didn’t really allow me to wear a bra, and the last thing I needed was for my nipples to get hard.

  Wearing the bridal party dresses to the rehearsal wasn’t usual, but Maggie was so nervous about being under-prepared that she insisted we do a full rehearsal— fancy garb and all— so that we would make sure to practice every little thing. She, on the other hand, wouldn’t wear her Irish linen wedding dress until tomorrow when she walked down the aisle to her soul mate.

  As her maid of honor, I was determined to do whatever would make her happy. The other bridesmaids didn’t even have a fancy title to compensate for the humiliation, and when it came right down to it, I had little to complain about, aside from the overall effect being a bit more booby than I would have preferred.

  On the bright side, I might attract the attention of a sexy, single Irishman who would sweep me off my feet just as Gavin had swept Maggie off of hers. It was a dream I held onto, despite my dedication to my career.

  Even if it was just for a night, it would be nice to put my lengthy dry spell to an end. I hadn’t gotten any kind of action in nearly two years. I’d been far too busy and tired to even masturbate, and it was starting to affect my mind.

  I hung a tweed coat over my arms just in case I got cold. Despite being nearly six years old, it still looked as crisp and as new as when I first pulled it out of the box the morning of my eighteenth birthday.

  I didn’t really know what to do with a tweed coat back then, but I had come to appreciate it since. Particularly once I came to discover the true and capricious nature of early Spring.

  Once I made it inside the church, where the theme for the wedding was green, green, and more green, Maggie rushed over to me and dragged me into a bone-crushing bear hug.

  “I can’t believe I’m getting married tomorrow!” she nearly shouted into my ear.

  “Me neither,” I replied, my breathing only slightly constricted. “I’m so happy for you, Maggie.”

  “Isn’t it wonderful?” my best friend forever enthused.

  “So wonderful,” I agreed.

  She released
me and stepped back. Today, she was dressed somewhat normally in a jade-green wrap dress and nude heels. Maggie adored the idea of god and goddesses and usually dressed like a hippy chick who’d escaped a renaissance festival.

  She stood back and eyed me up and down, and I felt like I was awaiting inspection by a Sargent-Major.

  “Green suits you, and your boobs look great,” she finally declared.

  The bridesmaids— Amy, Nicole, and Ciara— stood in line beside me, waiting to hear if they passed the test.

  Amy and Nicole were my friends first, but Maggie had gotten to know Nicole through work and Amy through a series of mutual get-togethers. We’d all grown close enough to the point that Maggie had recruited them to be bridesmaids.

  I’d only just met Ciara, the other bridesmaid, yesterday when I picked her up at the airport. Being one of Gavin’s best friends from back in Belfast, she flew out especially for the wedding, as had most of his family.

  Making friends and trusting people didn’t come easy to Maggie, so I wasn’t sure how she would be with Ciara, but she seemed okay with having the stranger in her wedding party. And having her there made Gavin happy, so Maggie seemed to accept it, at the very least for his sake. Plus, she knew Ciara better than I did, having traveled to Ireland with Gavin before and meeting her there.

  Personally, I found Ciara to be nice enough but also a bit of an odd duck. To be fair, it was at least partly a cultural difference, particularly when she used terms like “for the crack.” I had to Google it to find out it was spelled “craic” and meant “fun.”

  Suddenly, it was go time— the rehearsal was starting. The organ rucked up a particularly slow rendition of “She Moved Through the Fair,” and we all got into position before moving in near lockstep like Stormtroopers in green gowns.

  Our formation and focus were nearly too perfect because it meant I couldn’t dodge the doofus coming the wrong way up the aisle and straight for me.

  Sure, he was a sexy doofus– tall, handsome and confident-looking– but he was a doofus nonetheless, who clearly didn’t know where he was going.