Lucky Charm: A St. Patrick's Day Irish Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  I had no fucking idea why I was doing it. I just knew it felt right.

  “So, anyway, she left us, but more than that, I haven’t even heard from her since she left,” I continued. “She hasn’t even reached out to ask about our daughter. It was like she took off and never looked back.”

  “Wow,” was all Dana said.

  It was a lot to take in. I could tell that she was struggling to make sense of it all. Being a mother who was so devoted to her son, motivated to care for his every need, even if it meant making sacrifices, it must have been foreign to her.

  “I know I don’t have to tell you how hard it is to raise a child on your own, even with help.”

  “Oh, of course not! Like I said, I have my parents to help. But, if it weren’t for them, I would be so lost.”

  She nodded. It was obvious that neither one of us had expected to share so much about our lives. Nor had we expected the rather comfortable silence that followed. I was just so overwhelmed and being able to share that with someone that I knew understood was a relief that I didn’t even know what else to say.

  Dana instinctively came over and wrapped her arms around me, laying her head on top of mine, telling me that everything was going to be okay. The words that everyone liked to say, but with the way that things were going, I wasn’t so sure. I wanted to believe her, though.

  “I hope so,” I said. She lifted my face so that she could peer into my face, her eyes searching mine for something. What was it?

  Whatever it was, I was moved by her tenderness.

  I couldn’t hold back my desire for her any longer. I brought her face closer to mine and kissed her. Her lips felt so soft and sweet. My need for her grew. We locked into a passionate kiss, getting lost in each other for a moment. It felt nice. She was an amazing kisser. Our tongues wrapped around each other.

  Well, shit.

  Now my tongue didn’t want to let hers go. And there were a lot more things I wanted to do to her, and not stop doing. I wasn’t sure she knew what she was getting into with me. I was a man with certain tastes and predilections, and once I started, I couldn’t be stopped.

  Dana pulled away hesitantly after a few minutes.

  “Maybe this isn’t such a great idea,” she said, reasonably.

  A large part of me agreed with her. With the many women that I’d hooked up with, I had always been very careful not to sleep with anyone that worked for me or that I worked with. I knew that it would complicate things and I didn’t ever want that. Part of me wanted to kick myself for letting things go as far as they did.

  But, another part of me was glad I had taken what I wanted, and still I couldn’t help but want more. I was completely taken by Dana, unlike anything I’d experienced in a very long time. In fact, the last woman that I’d developed such strong feelings for had been my wife. And, honestly, despite my hesitation, it just felt so good. And I wanted more. Much more.

  “I work for you and things could get very messy and complicated. And I’m sure that you understand that I need my job. I’m so sorry.”

  I knew that she was right, but I was fighting hard to think about that. All that I could think about was taking her and having her in every way imaginable.

  She stood up, saying that she was going for a walk. I didn’t want her to go. I grabbed her hand before she could open the door. She jumped back, startled.

  “I like things that are messy and complicated,” I told her.

  She looked at me, a playful yet uneasy smile on her face. I could tell that she was trying to fight it, too. But, she was slowly losing the battle.

  I took Dana into my arms and kissed her with the full force of my passion. I didn’t hold anything back.

  “Tell me that you don’t want this,” I challenged.

  Her resistance fell.

  “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” she admitted breathlessly.

  “Are you sure?” I asked her. “Because once I have you here in my arms in this cabin, I am not going to want to let you go until that plane is fixed and we get back to reality. I plan to make you mine for the duration of this trip.”

  She nodded, as if too afraid to say the word “yes” out loud. I loved how she was agreeing to let me do anything I wanted to her.

  I kissed her again, lifting her off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me. I took her to the bed and gently laid her down.

  It gave me a chance to really look her over. She was incredibly sexy. Her pouty mouth drove me wild. I kissed her again, long and hard. Her hands reached up, caressing me, holding me to her like she didn’t want to let go.

  Her hands made their way down my belt buckle as she clumsily tried to undo it. I quickly helped, ready to release the length of my cock from its prison. I was hard, and she felt it immediately, moaning with hunger.

  “Your cock is so big,” she said, and wrapped her hands around it.

  “Just wait until you see how it fills up your mouth,” I told her. “Get down on your knees for me, Dana.”

  She did it, kneeling down on the wood floors of the cabin and looking up at me as if begging me to fuck her perfect mouth. So, I did. I shoved my cock all the way in, not giving her time to prepare for how big and wide it was. I wanted her to be surprised by the feeling of taking me in her mouth, and she was.

  Her surprised eyes changed to pleased ones as she sucked my cock obediently.

  “That’s a good girl,” I told her, looking down at her as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. “Take my cock in your mouth like a champ, just like you’re going to take it in your pussy like a champ, aren’t you?”

  She nodded, while her lips grasped tightly around my cock. I pressed my hand to the back of her head so that I could fill her mouth even more with my cock. I could feel it getting even harder and I didn’t want to come before I fucked her.

  It was hard to hold back because she was so beautiful and submissive. I wanted to fill her mouth with my cum. But, even more so, I wanted to fill her pussy with my cum.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you,” I told her as I took my cock out of her mouth and reached for a condom that was in my wallet. “I’m going to have my way with you and you’re going to love it.”

  “I really thought I was going to choke,” she said, and started to laugh, but I put my finger over her lips. Then I stuck it inside her mouth and made her suck on it like she had just been sucking on my cock.

  “Shhhhh,” I told her. “I told you I’m going to fuck you now. That means it’s no time for jokes.”

  She nodded, very seriously, while I reached down and twisted her nipple in my fingers. I bent over and bit her neck, claiming her as my own and showing her who was boss.

  Ripping off her panties, I spread open her perfect ass cheeks so that I could better admire her dripping wet pussy. Then, finally, I carefully guided my hard dick into her wet, soft center. She fit around my dick perfectly, like a slippery glove, widening with each thrust. She gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure, exciting me even more.

  I stroked her slowly, savoring every dip of my cock with her tenderness. Her screams of ecstasy echoed off the walls. She didn’t even try to stifle them.

  Suddenly, I could feel her pussy begin to pulsate around my thick dick head. I looked down to see her cum covering the condom on my dick with a thick coat of whiteness. She screamed loudly with each thrust, her pussy responding in a steady stream of pulses akin to Morse code.

  I flipped her over and pulled her hips to me, ramming my hard cock into her creamy, wet center. I could feel my dick sinking deep inside her pussy, filling her, hitting every wall.

  “Yes!” she screamed, clawing at the comforter, in an effort to contain herself.

  After a few minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were her loud screams and her thighs smacking against me. She felt so good.

  We changed positions several times, finding new angles that would send us both over the edge. I fucked her against the wall. At one point, we ended up on the fl
oor, our sweat intermingling. I tasted her, and it was delicious.

  She arched her back to meet my wet tongue, pulling my head into her pussy as I ate it. I usually didn’t do that because I thought it was too intimate and I wanted the woman to be at my mercy, pleasing me, rather than the other way around— but with Dana it felt right. And when her clit began bouncing off my tongue, I knew that she was enjoying it, too.

  I squeezed her ass and then stuck my finger in her asshole.

  “I’m going to take this asshole,” I told her, surprising even myself with the words. Suddenly, I had to pull back, for fear I was giving too much of myself to her by even announcing my desire to fuck her asshole, which is something else I almost never did. “But not yet. I’m going to fuck your pussy again.”

  I was glad I had come back from the near edge of passion. I flipped her over and fucked her doggy style, watching my cock push in and out of her pussy while I squeezed her luscious, curvy ass and she moaned and screamed out my name.

  When we both came together, collapsing with satisfaction, we laid together on the huge bed, catching our breath. We laid there for quite some time, feeling the after effects of our intense sessions like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

  I held her, wanting to cherish this moment for as long as I could. It was still snowing outside, but softer now, not violently like before, and the cadence seemed to have matched our lovemaking and now our rest.

  I had sworn off anything like this— like her— for a long time and now here she was. Not only was she intriguing and incredibly sexy, she was a single parent like I was and seemed like a wonderful mother at that. As I held onto her, nestling into her neck with sweet kisses, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was the woman who would put an end to my steady stream of random hookups.

  Oh, fuck, I thought.

  This woman who lets me do anything I want with her body just might steal my heart.

  “A girl could get used to this,” she said, her eyes closed, sighing deeply.

  So, it was obvious she felt the same way then.

  This could be very, very dangerous.

  She drifted off to sleep in my arms. I spent a long time listening to the falling snow as I looked at the sleeping angel who had appeared in my life out of nowhere. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? That was all I could possibly think.

  Chapter 9 – Dana

  The sunlight came filtering in through a crack in the curtains like a spotlight on our tangled bodies lying on the bed. The snow had stopped falling, and the landscape outside the window was beautiful in its blinding whiteness.

  I woke first, but tried not to move so that I wouldn't wake Kurt. It had been such a long time since I'd awaken in the arms of a man. He held me against his firm, muscular chest, making me feel safe, wanted, loved.

  I lay there, as still as possible, basking in the sweet deliciousness of the moment, hoping that this wasn't all just a dream, hoping that I wouldn't roll over and find myself in my twin bed at my parents’ house instead of in a fancy cabin with a billionaire holding me in his arms.

  I barely wanted to breathe for fear that breathing would somehow break the illusion. But, I couldn't help but want to take in deep, filling breaths, taking in his manly musk, driving me into even more of a frenzy.

  He must have sensed my passion building because he drifted out of sleep and began sprinkling kisses across my cheeks and the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes, allowing his kisses to send shivers up and down my spine.

  “You’re mine,” he whispered, so low I was barely sure of what he had said. But it was that, definite.

  I could feel his manhood growing against my ass, making me grind into him, running my fingers across my already firm clit. He surprised me by flipping me over and burying his face between my legs, cupping my ass, eating my pussy like a summer watermelon.

  I rolled my hips to match the circling of his tongue, alternating with sporadic, soft sucks, him pressing his lips against my ready pearl. I couldn't contain my excitement when he slipped his thick fingers into my wet pussy, pushing them in and out, tickling my g-spot.

  I moaned and writhed as the feeling mounted and let out a soft cry when the orgasm washed over me like ocean waves. Kurt laid beside me, holding me tightly, kissing me deeply, letting me taste every drop of cum on his tongue.

  Before we had the chance to go any further, there was a light knock on the door.

  “Come in,” I called out automatically—used to having my son or mother come into my room in the morning, and answering without thinking— and then I immediately put my hand over my mouth and laughed. Luckily, we were under the covers because the door swung open before either of us had a chance to say anything else.

  It was Maggie, of course.

  "Good morning to the happy couple! We will be quite busy today, but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging in the midst of all our Winter festivity activities. One reason this town is so unusually crowded is that they are going on this weekend. I have some delicious breakfast that's going to fill you up and some clothes that are going to keep you warm. I am hoping that you get some good news today about the plane, and the weather looks as if it’s cleared up enough that perhaps you can take off if everything is fixed, but I just want you to know that you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need to. My husband and I really love having you here and I do hope that we can spend some time together getting to know each other a little later."

  Kurt and I smiled at each other, amazed at how any one person could be so cheerful all the time. Maggie wheeled in a cart with several platters covered by silver covers. The food smelled divine and I told her as much. We thanked her for her kindness, which she told us not to thank her for, saying that she was just doing what anyone would do.

  "I do hope that you two get around to seeing all that our small town has to offer. The winter festivities make it a sight to be had," she said. Smiling mischievously, she continued, "But, I understand if you two love birds don't want to leave the bedroom."

  Winking, she closed the door behind her as she walked out.

  Kurt and I shared a shy laugh, wondering if we had made so much noise the night before that they had heard us throughout the cabin. I was almost glad that we'd had our first sexual experience in the middle of nowhere with people that we didn't know. It made it that much more special, knowing that, other than random strangers that we may never see again, we shared a special secret, a memory for both of us to cherish for a long time.

  Hopping out of bed playfully, Kurt ran over to the chair where the pile of clothes had just been laid. Kurt held up each item one by one, each one more horrifically hilarious than the one before it.

  I watched as his eyes widened with shock at the flannel shirts and grass like skirts like something wood elves would wear.

  “We are going to look like mystical forest creatures in those clothes,” I told him.

  Kurt laughed as he put on a collared ruffled shirt with puffy sleeves and pants that fit more like ballet tights than pants. I tried to hold in my laughter at the sight of his bulge being squeezed into the uncomfortable-looking pants. He danced back and forth, making a motion with his hands as if he were playing a flute. He had such a great sense of humor.

  After he made a call to the pilot and found out that they were waiting on parts to be sent to fix the plane, we decided to try making the best of the day. It would take at least the rest of the day before they made any real progress in fixing the plane.

  We decided that we would take in some of the sights in town and take part in the winter festivities Maggie had mentioned. It would get our minds off being stuck for another day, but it would also give Kurt and I the chance to spend more time together and get to know each other.

  I got up and got dressed in what I thought was the most presentable pairing of clothes that I could find. The belly laughs that my outfit received from Kurt was confirmation, though, that I looked silly, like some sort of Forest nymph.

  When I mentioned t
his to Kurt, he said, "But, you’re a sexy one for sure. And, we're the perfect pair of Forest nymphs that ever was."

  He gave me his arm in the sweetest gesture of chivalry and we headed out the door.

  The limo driver was waiting for us, but in a smaller more compact car this time. We drove slowly toward the town's center, taking in the beautiful scenery of trees and mountains in the distance. It held an airy charm in the daytime that we had missed coming in the night before. It was inviting and refreshing, adding a calming element to what was already beginning to feel like a great date.

  The center of town was basically a dirt road surrounded by small shops and stands like mall kiosks. There were all types of souvenirs from key chains with catchy slogans to giant moose antlers that could be worn like a hat. There were photo booths and all types of delectable treats.

  "You wanna play a game?" asked Kurt, pulling me close to him and whispering in my ear.

  I immediately got excited and answered, breathlessly, "Yes."

  "Truth or dare," came his response, just as breathlessly.

  "Okay," was all I could manage to croak out.

  "Truth or dare?" he asked.

  I tilted my head, amused that he picked a game that I hadn't played in many years, since childhood, in fact.

  "Dare," I said, curious to see where this game would take us.'

  "Okay. I dare you to buy those moose antlers and wear them around town. And if anyone talks to you, you have to answer them back in your best Bullwinkle impression."

  I laughed loudly at the silliness of his dare. I loved how playful he was being, so I was happy to play along.

  I bought the hat and placed it firmly and securely on my head. We walked on. He didn't even wait until we'd walked a few feet before he stopped a couple who looked to be in their late 60s shuffling down the street.

  "Hey, there! What do you lovely people think of my lady friend's hat?" He stood back, arms crossed, looking like the cat who ate the canary.