by Jamie Knight
We both turned and saw Amy from our office, clad in bright green bell bottoms and a matching halter top, coming towards us.
“Hey, Amy,” Darcy greeted her.
“Hey,” was all I could muster up.
Suffice it to say that she wasn’t one of my favorite people. She liked to paint her nails at work, and I hated the smell of the nail polish.
“Want to go for a walk? Get out of this crowd?” Darcy asked, meaning the question for me.
“Sure!” Amy said, enthusiastic as ever.
She was also one of those pushy people who felt she should be included in everything.
After a few blocks of walking, the noise of the parade faded into the distance. I realized we were near the production studio where Gavin had had his audition the day it all went down.
“Earth to Maggie. Amy and I have been talking about her amazing get-up, and we’re going to duck into this fabric store together,” Darcy said, patting me on the shoulder.
This didn’t come as a great surprise. Both she and Amy loved sewing costumes, and ComicCon was only four months away.
It was the one reason I put up with Amy— because Darcy was really into the costume stuff with her, and I loved Darcy.
“No problem,” I said with a nod. “I’ll wait for you out here.”
Knowing them, they could be in there for a couple of hours as they picked out just the right elements to add to their costumes. There was no real harm in me just strolling over to the production studio, I figured.
Clearly, I missed Gavin so much that I was becoming a bit of a stalker, but I couldn’t help it.
The building was even bigger than I expected. There was a security guard at the front, but he didn’t seem to be paying much attention. I brilliantly utilized the age-old practice of walking with confidence and looking like I belonged to get past the security desk without the guard even looking up.
I had heard before that it worked but didn’t expect it to work out quite this well. Especially not on the first try.
It likely helped that I was dressed somewhat normally and didn’t have glittery shamrocks stuck to my cheeks like some revelers. That would have probably raised some questions, as well as some eyebrows.
Getting the office numbers for the producers from a list near the elevators, I went up there hoping for the best, or at least, to get some answers. My breath caught a bit as I stepped out of the elevator.
I was really doing it. I was actually going to infiltrate a production office to try and get some information. I would have felt like a spy were I not so scared.
I wasn’t sure exactly what they could do to me except maybe ask me to leave, but I was sure there was some kind of trespassing law or whatever that I could be charged with breaking, if the building owners saw fit.
“Can I help you?” asked a gorgeous young assistant I had barely noticed sitting at her desk.
“I— I’m looking for someone. I’m not sure if they’re here, but—”
“Okay, what’s their name?”
“Gavin MacBride,” I said.
“Oh, yes, I remember him. He was in here for an audition about a month ago. Really tall, sexy accent, amazing eyes.”
“That’s him,” I said, doing my best not to scream at her to lay off my guy.
“Ms. Applegate would know better than me,” the assistant said.
“Ms. Applegate?” I asked dumbly.
“The producer who he had the audition with,” the assistant clarified, without even rolling her eyes.
I realized that with the job she had, she was likely quite used to dealing with people who had more beauty than brains and that she was more than accustomed to stupid or obvious questions.
“Oh, right, of course,” I said, still trying to save face.
“I’ll call her for you.”
“Oh, I—”
“Hello, Ms. Applegate? This is Sara at the desk. Yes. I have someone here who is looking for Gavin MacBride. Right. Okay.” She hung up and looked at me. “She’ll be right out.”
I was speechless. I really hadn’t been expecting that. I hadn’t planned on disturbing anyone. Just sort of asking around to see if anyone knew anything.
“You’re looking for Gavin?” Ms. Applegate asked, after appearing in the reception area.
“Y-yes,” I said, confidence gone.
“You’d better come into my office.”
“Okay.”
“Are you his girlfriend?” she asked, closing the door.
“Kind of,” I admitted.
“I’m the one who cast him in his current series, and I really think that he’s got something special. And I don’t just mean his jawline. He did okay with the second audition but seemed to have some trouble connecting to the character. I knew he was capable of way better, so it must be some kind of mental block, and he seemed to agree with me on that assessment.
“I suggested that he get his head together and come back in. I had to cast somebody else because he didn’t come back on time. I’m honestly getting a bit worried about him, so I’m glad to hear from you. No one’s heard from him, and we start shooting the series in a few weeks. He’s needed for table read-throughs. His agent has been blowing me off. He has a real shot here, and I don’t want him to blow it.”
Concern creased her forehead.
“Is he doing okay?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I haven’t heard from him. It was why I came here— to try to find him or at least to find out what happened.”
Her lips thinned, and she leaned back in her chair.
“I see. Sadly, I can’t help you out with that information because I don’t know it.”
I realized then that Gavin had been serious with what he had tried to tell me about going into therapy. It was more than possible that he went back to Ireland to help deal with his dad as well as deal with whatever had happened in his past.
Sadness struck me hard. I did my best not to cry right there in the office, even though I missed him so much, and I didn’t think I would ever see him again. I’d blown it.
“I think maybe he went home,” I told her. “To Ireland, I mean.”
She looked as crestfallen as I felt.
Chapter Seventeen – Maggie
I doubled my appointments with Dr. Benoit. I couldn’t really afford it, but she did some of the sessions pro bono after seeing what a state I was in.
I didn’t think I was suicidal, but she seemed to wonder and didn’t want to take the chance. I did know that I was feeling really depressed and not writing at all.
I couldn’t believe I had screwed up something so good with someone who seemed to be meant for me. It was a funk that even Darcy’s good humor couldn’t shake me out of.
Now, I was sitting in the lobby waiting to be called back to talk to Dr. Benoit so that I could continue to pour my heart out to her.
I knew deep down, though, that there was only one thing that could bring me back to the happiness I felt before, and that was—
“Hello, beautiful, sweet girl,” a very familiar-sounding voice said.
Shivers danced up my spine, and I blinked several times.
“Gavin?” I asked, wondering if my eyes had conjured up a mirage.
Unless they had, then it was quite clear that Gavin was right here in front of me, having walked through the reception doors just now. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would jump out of my throat.
“In the flesh,” he said, sitting down beside me.
“Wow. I didn’t expect to see you ever again. Are you here to get your work visas extended again?” I asked, pressing a hand against my chest and swallowing hard.
“No, I’m actually here to see a therapist.” He looked sheepish. “As a beautiful and wise woman suggested that I should do.”
“Ms. Applegate?” I asked, still discombobulated by his sudden reappearance.
“No, darlin’,” he said softly. “You. You were right about needing to face my past. I wasn’t connecting with
my emotions, and it made it difficult to pretend to be anyone else, except by rote. I decided to go to Ireland with Eoin. The role I auditioned for wasn’t right at the time. I had to work on myself before I could approach it.
“For the past month, I’ve been with my family working on past hurts and going for counseling. My therapist sent all of my information to Dr. Benoit. Wish I’d called Kris and let her know.”
A spike of jealousy stabbed my gut. “Kris?”
“Ms. Applegate.”
“Oh, right, of course. She said you start read-throughs for the series soon.”
“We do. And I won’t do anything to mess it up.”
He pressed his lips against my cheek, and I inhaled the spicy scent I’d grown to love and missed desperately. Part of me wanted to push him away and tell him to get lost, but the bigger part of me ached for him.
“I’ve been thinking about you, Maggie. I’m sorry for what happened that day at your apartment. I was in the wrong. I’ll do whatever it’ll take to have you as my girlfriend. My real girlfriend, that is, instead of a fake fiancée.”
The world stopped spinning, and I nodded vigorously. It was all I could do not to cry.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend. Your real girlfriend. Your forever girlfriend. Being in a real relationship with you would make me the happiest girl in the world.”
His eyes softened, and he reached out for my hand.
“How have you been doing?”
“Not great, honestly. And I had a pretty crappy St. Paddy’s Day.”
“That’s just because you didn’t have your sexy Irish fiancé to show you how it’s done.”
I managed a small smile.
“Yeah, that must be it. There’s so much I want to ask you. How’s your dad?”
He blew out a long, slow breath.
“Alive, which is a plus. Like my mum used to say, ‘any day above ground is a good day.’”
“Interesting way of putting it.”
“As a family, we have a long road ahead of us. The first step is getting our dad sober. Something we’re working on as a team.” Sadness filled his face, but I saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “What do you say we play a bit of hooky from our appointments today?”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked with a smile.
“Oh, I have a few ideas,” he said, with a charming wink.
After we’d rescheduled our appointments, we went to his place, where he carried me over the threshold as though we’d just been married.
Unable to wait until we got into the bedroom, he ripped off my clothes, put me down on his beautiful couch, and spread my legs.
“Darlin’ Maggie, I’ve missed you more than you can imagine.” He inhaled deeply, then licked his way gently up the inside of my thigh. “I’ve missed you so much. And of course I’ve missed this, too.”
Taking me under my knees, he pushed my legs back and apart, diving into my desperate pussy, licking my soft, pink lips like his life depended on it. I moaned long and loud, clasping my hands on the back of his head, encouraging him in his current course of action.
“Mmm, yeah, your tight little pussy has missed me too, I see,” he said. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
He was so right. The harder he licked, the faster I writhed. I knew I had missed him, but I hadn’t realized just how much I needed him.
He licked and sucked my pulsing clit until I screamed, shaking and spasming so hard it was maybe ten minutes before I could move again.
Gavin held me and kissed me as I recovered, gently stroking my tender pussy.
“You okay, my love?”
“Fuck yes,” I whispered, barely able to speak, the pleasure endorphins flooding my system, making my every muscle vibrate.
“Good, because we have a long way to go.”
Working his way down my neck, he carefully unbuttoned my shirt and gently suckled my peaked nipple as his fingertips lovingly tended to my pussy, making me want to cum a second time.
“Your turn,” I said, fumbling at his zipper, my full coordination not yet having returned.
“Let me help you.”
Moving my hands gently away, Gavin undid his pants, unleashing his huge, hard cock. He was even more beautiful than I remembered.
I took him firmly by the base, leaned down, and gave several licks from the bottom to the top, like he’d done with my pussy, swirling my tongue around the sweet, throbbing head at the top of each lick.
Unable to resist any longer, I gave in to temptation and dropped my entire mouth onto his cock, going down just past his head. Then I sucked as hard as I could. I was so enthusiastic that Gavin actually had to put his hand on the back of my head to prevent me from hurting myself.
He was so hard I could feel every pulse of his cock, and it took only a few minutes of sucking and playing with his balls for him to unleash a huge load of cum right into my mouth, where I liked it.
Still stroking his hard shaft, I pulled back a little, so I could take his full load and swallow down every drop of sweet cum, loving every single drop.
When he was ready again, which wasn’t after too long, I decided to try a new position. Shifting slightly, I got on top of Gavin, angling the head of his dick towards my open and soaked pussy.
I eased myself down onto him, letting it disappear into me until I had taken nearly the whole thing inside me.
“Fuck, Maggie. I don’t know how I survived without you. From this day forward, you’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” I whispered.
Gavin took me by my hips to keep me steady and stop me from going too wild. I started to move, sliding my tight little pussy up and down his thick cock, getting tighter around him with each pass.
After a few minutes, getting used to the feeling of his massive cock inside me, I started going faster and faster until I was bouncing on his cock like it was a pogo stick. It would have been even harder if he hadn’t been holding onto my hips.
As I got close to coming, Gavin switched things around, turning me so I was facing away from him and pulling me back until I lay against him. He took me under the knees again and pulled my legs back and apart, pinning me against him as he started to fuck me.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked as he pounded his cock deep inside me.
“Yes!” I screamed, “Harder! Harder!”
Like I asked, he went harder, and I thought I might pass out from sheer pleasure. But he came before I did that.
He slipped out of my pussy and let me bend down to take his load on my face. He stroked my back as I rubbed his beautiful, creamy cum into my face and sucked the excess off my fingers.
His breaths came in fast, raspy pants.
“That was something else.”
He lifted me up and set me back down on the couch, resuming his position between my legs, tenderly licking my pounded and sensitive pussy. I couldn’t help but think of him as kissing it all better and just had to giggle. My giggles soon turned into moans and then into screams of ecstasy as my orgasm claimed me.
When I had no more to give, he got up and sat next to me, taking me into his arms.
“I love you,” he said, kissing me on the forehead, “and I’m really happy to have you back in my life.”
“I love you too, and I feel the exact same way,” I said, nuzzling his broad, muscular chest and feeling happier than I ever had.
Epilogue
Maggie
Eleven Months Later
The sound of beating drums reverberated around the narrow streets. There was something different about St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland. It felt more genuine, and the party atmosphere was electric.
There were also a lot more Irish flags everywhere, and everyone wore green. That was something I didn’t tend to see too much of at the St. Patrick’s Day parade in California.
Gavin and I had been together officially for a year. Living in sin by some standards, but common-law married by oth
ers. Either way, we’d been having lots and lots of the most amazing sex imaginable.
It was stimulation that really got my creativity flowing, to the point that I had finished a novel. Darcy had pulled some strings with her brother-in-law, who worked in publishing, and it was going to be published within the next year.
It was a RomCom about two people meeting in a therapist’s office who had to pretend to be engaged to save the girl from embarrassment. Gavin had laughed when he read it, though not in a bad way, and said it was very meta.
It had been an interesting year. Kenny and Raquel had somehow made up and gone ahead with their wedding— I’d turned down the invitation. I figured that if they wanted to be stupid enough to ruin their lives marrying each other, that was on them, but I didn’t want to waste one moment of my life watching them.
I wished I’d gone, though, because not one but two of Raquel’s boyfriends had stood up and objected. The whole thing ended in a bloody brawl and they hadn’t actually gotten married.
From what I’d heard, Raquel had since gotten engaged to a sugar daddy older than her dad, and Kenny had sold everything he owned and was now finding himself on the Appalachian Trail.
“What do you think of St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland?” Gavin asked, putting his arms around me.
“Even though I’m freezing my tits off, it’s magical,” I said.
“Aye, no kiddin’,” Gavin said, leaning down and kissing me from behind. “It’s magical days like today that make me want to do something crazy.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“Like this.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, as, out of the blue, he got down on one knee.
My hands flew to my mouth, and tears filled my eyes.
He took a small black box out of his pocket. The sort of box that I recognized instantly.
“Yes!” I said, attracting some looks from bystanders.
“I didn’t even ask yet,” Gavin pointed out.
“Oh, right, please, continue,” I said.
“Maggie Sanders, will you marry me? You make me happier than I ever imagined I could be. Without you, my life is meaningless.”
I did a little dance.
“Yes. I will! I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
