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

by Jamie Knight

  “Yes!” I screamed as his head went the rest of the way in, and sweet relief followed.

  Once the head had pushed past the barrier, the rest of his cock went in with relative ease, getting about a third of the way in before I had to stop him with a hand on his hip.

  “Enough,” I gasped. “It feels really good, but that’s it.”

  “Of course, sweetheart,” Sean said, filling my heart with love as he’d filled my ass with his cock.

  Taking me by the hips, as he had when fucking my pussy, Sean humped me, my asshole slowly accepting his cock. My upper body moved with him as he gently fucked my virgin ass, the little grunts and moans I made as involuntary as they were sexy.

  “That’s it, darlin’,” he coaxed. “Just relax and enjoy.”

  I never wanted it to end, though, sadly, it had to, the same familiar intensity coming in as it did every time he came.

  “Cum in me,” I begged, not wanting to risk him pulling out.

  “You sure?”

  The tension in his voice told me he was having a hard time holding back.

  “Yes, please, cum in my asshole.”

  He pumped hard and fast, and the mighty torrent of Sean’s load blasting into my asshole made me moan like I never had before.

  In real life, I came like a woman possessed. It had never happened like that before, but there was always a first time. The fantasy had been so hot that it had felt real, and I really wished it was.

  I collapsed onto the bed feeling like my lungs and skin were on fire. My face was no doubt flushed.

  One way or another, I would make my fantasy a reality. Sean MacBride was mine, and I was his.

  Chapter Three - Sean

  Darcy.

  Darcy.

  Darcy.

  Her name had echoed around my head since I’d met her.

  Her face and body filled my dreams.

  We really did seem to have a connection, at least in my opinion. Something that went beyond what social convention would dictate we believe in.

  I got the feeling she felt the same. If the night had gone differently and I hadn’t had to rush out of the restaurant for a business call, I thought she might have invited me back to her place after the rehearsal dinner.

  I didn’t try to kid myself that there were any questions about what I would have done. I would have gone, of course, and the two of us would have had hot, wild sex until the morning light.

  I wasn’t sure what would happen when Darcy and I saw each other again, particularly when we had to be so close to each other during the wedding ceremony now that she had lined us up together in order to help me out.

  I felt dreadful about leaving her at the dinner, not least because I’d probably missed my chance for the best night of my life.

  What must have she thought?

  We had the reception after the ceremony, too.

  Was it going to be awkward, or might it just be a second chance?

  But no matter how she felt about me, thanks to my partner Duncan getting severe food poisoning from contaminated butcher meat at our shop— which was what the emergency call had been about— I had to fly out tonight after the reception.

  I would have liked to stay longer so that I could pursue this crazy desire I felt for Darcy. But my business was my livelihood and had to come first.

  Darcy had smelled great last night— a heady combination of lavender and strawberries. I’d tried not to look down her dress, the cut of the neckline not helping, not to mention the sheer, ethereal beauty of her breasts. The dress made them look like a work of a sculptor.

  I could only imagine what they would look like in real life. But that was something I intended to find out.

  Alarms began to blare all around me. It was like the opening scene in Back to the Future, not in the way of alarm clocks, but there were alerts, nonetheless. A digital cacophony was assaulting my ears every few seconds just to make absolutely sure I was up on time.

  I had really wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be late. It wasn’t as though I was the best man. In fact, there wasn’t one, so that Gavin hadn’t had to choose between his many brothers. The ceremony would likely be able to go ahead minus one groomsman.

  Still, I’d been raised to keep my promises and fulfill my commitments, even if I did sometimes mess things up in the process. And I was escorting the maid of honor now, which was an important role to fulfill.

  If there was one thing that I’d learned from life, it was that the attempt was what mattered. The effort. Not because it was easy all the time or even all that effective but because it was the right thing to do.

  The black suit with the bottle-green tie and handkerchief hung on a hook on the back of the bedroom door. Maggie had gone overboard with the whole fifty shades of green theme, but it was her day, and Gavin had gone along with everything she’d asked for— no matter how clichéd or odd.

  That was how obviously in love with her he was.

  With my Bluetooth headphones in place and my hair still a bit damp from the shower, I put the three-piece suit on, which, despite making me look like an overgrown leprechaun, fit well and was comfortable.

  In my attempts to not be late, I not only got to the church on time, but I was also half an hour early. The fates could be very tricky and seemed to have a particular fondness for messing with me. I didn’t know if I should be scared or flattered that they took notice.

  I knew that my other brothers, including Gavin, would be surprised to see me there so early. They’d given up trying to get me out of bed at home. Not even the smell of Aunt Tricia’s full Irish breakfast could rouse me until I was good and ready.

  “Well, here’s a shock,” Gavin said, coming to greet me at the door.

  “To no one more than me,” I confessed. “I’m not sure I like it.”

  “Buck up, bro, it could be a sign of better things to come.”

  “I thought I was supposed to be the constantly disappointed optimist,” I joked.

  “No, that would be Eoin.”

  I wasn’t sure if Gavin had meant it as a joke, but if he had, it wasn’t really funny. Our wee brother, who had only just turned twenty, had yet to be truly stomped by life. We weren’t looking forward to that happening, even though we all knew it had to come eventually, and the longer it took, the more it was going to hurt.

  But things were going well for him. He was in his second year at Queens University, studying Media and Broadcast Production and was working in the background of local TV shows.

  He dreamed of becoming a successful screenwriter. And he was talented enough to make it happen.

  “Do you know what you’re doing during the ceremony?” Gavin asked.

  “Indeed,” I said, remembering the help that sexy Darcy had provided me.

  I looked all around for her, but she was probably somewhere with Maggie, helping organize the bridal party and making sure the wedding dress was perfect.

  When we first met yesterday, it took a while before I’d realized I’d never even asked her name. I’d figured it out from the wedding party spreadsheet Maggie had sent.

  Ms. Darcy Matthews, on the other hand, had known who I was more or less from the beginning. It was a one-in-six guess, but she had still clocked me as a MacBride, which wasn’t as easy as it might sound. Four of us were dark with blue eyes, and the other youngest two were ginger with brown eyes.

  There were no affairs between our parents that we knew of or suspected. Our differences in appearances were all down to our genetics.

  Ireland was more genetically diverse than most people thought. Our mother, Cora, had been a typical Irish woman: a fiery, freckled redhead who could make a man look twice with a smile.

  Our father, Brenden MacBride, was one of the so-called ‘Black Irish.’ It was a term used to describe Irish people with dark hair and dark eyes thought to be decedents of the Spanish Armada of the mid-1500s.

  Our dad’s family had a long and disgraceful history on the island, none of which got written
about in history books, except as a cautionary tale. According to family legend, mum’s family offered our dad a princely sum to get rid of him, a sort of reverse dowry.

  As a young man, Brendan MacBride may have been a lot of things, but a sell-out wasn’t one of them. He could be a bastard— and soon became a drunk and druggie— but he never intentionally lied, believing everything he said when he said it.

  To his thinking, Cora was her own person, and it was up to her, not him or his family, who she wanted to marry. Even during the darkest times when he was lying in a gutter off his head on whatever junk he’d scored on the street, I would think about that story and see just a little of what our mother must have seen when she agreed to marry him, God rest her soul.

  After our mother passed, our father spectacularly went off the rails. Over the past couple of years, he’d gotten himself clean, but he could fall off the wagon at any minute. Time had shown where he was concerned that old habits were hard to kick.

  Time flew faster than I thought, and soon after I arrived at the church, I had to start ushering guests to their seats. Maggie’s side was a lot larger than ours, but that stood to reason, really, considering that they lived here, and most of us didn’t.

  There were also a lot of TV stars in attendance, due to Gavin’s acting profession. I didn’t recognize most of them, but I could guess who some of them were by their desperation to be noticed and fawned over.

  If my brother ever got like that, I would punch him into next year.

  Gavin really had done well for himself since moving to the States, though. He had a hit TV show and a movie in the can, and most of all, he was about to marry the love of his life.

  I’d expected a bit of ribbing from the Americans about my accent, which was honestly stronger than most. Gavin’s burr had softened some, but the rest of us still had thick Northern Irish brogues that were sometimes hard to understand, especially when we spoke fast.

  By and large, though, Maggie’s family and friends were nice and cordial and only asked me to repeat something when they really didn’t catch what I’d said.

  The organ started up with a beautiful version of ‘She Moved Through the Fair.’ The haunting tune was our mother’s favorite song, and when she used to sing it, tears filled the eyes of even the most cynical. Even though she wasn’t here, Maggie had done everything to make sure she was included.

  Maggie’s mother was the first down the aisle, escorted by her boyfriend. Next came Gavin.

  Traditionally, apparently, the groom’s parents escorted him down, but that wasn’t the case for us since our father was still in a sober living facility, and our mother was no longer with us. I lifted my eyes to heaven and smiled, knowing that Cora MacBride wouldn’t miss this day and that she was watching us from heaven.

  My brothers and I followed Gavin, who was followed by the bridesmaids.

  Now it was Darcy’s turn. She floated up the aisle, a beautiful smile lifting the corners of her lips. The woman was a curvy vision in green, and it was all I could do not to fall to my knees in praise.

  I steeled every muscle in my body and urged my dick to stay flaccid. A hard-on during my brother’s wedding wouldn’t be a good look.

  Color scheme aside, the ceremony was a beautiful one. Though Maggie’s fell pretty close to mine, definitions of perfection can vary radically from one individual to another. She really was a great woman, and I was happy for Gavin and proud to be standing beside him.

  As the ceremony wrapped up, I positioned myself beside Darcy so that I could be ready to walk her down— or, back up— the aisle. She smelled as mouthwatering as I remembered.

  “Thanks for getting me where I am, literally, I mean,” I whispered to her, as the recessional music started playing. “If it wasn’t for your help yesterday, I wouldn’t have had a clue what to do today.”

  She smiled.

  “No problem. Anytime.”

  What could have been a general response was given a new, distinctly positive dimension by a brief but meaningful squeeze on my arm. She had apparently forgiven me for running out of dinner last night— if, in fact, she had ever really been mad at me in the first place. Either way, I was glad to see that it seemed I still had a chance.

  I was happy to hold her arm as we walked out together.

  “Sorry about last night,” I said, when we were safely out of the sanctuary and could speak more or less freely. “I’d planned to come back sooner and wish I could have at least said goodbye before you left. Gavin told me about what happened with Maggie and all that. I hope Ciara didn’t get you in too much trouble. She’s great but can be a bit unpredictable. Anyway, there was an emergency at work.”

  “It’s cool, really,” she said. “I agree that Ciara can be a bit intense, but she’s also really fun, and I had a great time. I understand about the call. I’m really into my career, too, or at least I’m trying to build one.”

  She reached out and placed a hand on my arm again.

  “I’m just glad last night wasn’t our last chance.”

  I stepped closer.

  “Me too.”

  I thought she might kiss me, which I wouldn’t have fought if she’d tried, even if we did run a risk of stealing Gavin and Maggie’s thunder. She didn’t, though, which was probably for the best, at least at that moment.

  In my experience, life was about picking the right moment. It was just that I often felt like I was in the wrong time zone.

  She dropped her hand, and I felt like asking her to sneak back to Gavin’s with me when we had to part to take the cars to the hotel for the reception. But I knew we were going to be seated together soon enough.

  For a moment, I suspected that maybe Gavin and Maggie had known something Darcy and I hadn’t figured out when the seating chart was made.

  My big bro always looked out for me. Gavin and Noel were better father figures than our actual dad ever was. Noel taught me about women, and most of it was actually useful, while Gavin taught me how to fight.

  He wasn’t encouraging violence or perpetuating some masculinity bullshit. It was an entirely practical matter. We lived in a really rough area, and our family didn’t have the best reputation even among other reprobates.

  Back then, we were bullied partly out of envy that we still had both parents at home, even if it was only in the most technical sense. There were times when our mother would say ‘boys,’ when she was talking to all seven of us.

  There was also her pedigree. The family she’d come from was considered quite posh by local standards, though they were really more middle class. Rather than congratulating dad for ‘marrying up,’ people in our neighborhood regarded him with suspicion and peppered him with questions as to what exactly he was playing at.

  My heart pounded out a dance beat as I approached the reception hall. I needed to see Darcy again in an almost palpable way, and I was hoping that I wouldn’t immediately kiss her and make a scene.

  She was there, nursing a flute of tonic water, our table half empty at that time, the flood of guests still at an early ebb.

  Darcy’s hair was up in an elaborate braid that, if I didn’t know better, I could swear was an approximation of a Celtic knot. Despite the oddity, I was too distracted by the sight of her soft, creamy neck to take much notice.

  “Hi,” I said, all the chat-up lines Noel had once taught me not feeling quite appropriate to use on her.

  She looked up, and genuine happiness spread through her eyes.

  “Hey, you.”

  She took my hand and kissed my cheek as I sat down, leaving me momentarily stunned.

  I tried not to read too much into it in case I was wrong, but, chaste as it felt, there was something in that kiss that went beyond just friendliness. I could only guess what might have happened had we been alone, though I had a pretty good idea.

  “I just realized I never asked what you do,” I said sheepishly.

  “To be fair, you never got the chance. I’m a legal assistant at Haughton and Chau.”r />
  “Sounds fancy.”

  “They’re certainly trying to be, not that I’m complaining. Nicole, she’s one of the bridesmaids, helped me get it. I was bartending at the time, paying my very slow way through college.”

  “Sounds to me like you’re a hard worker, and I bet a good one,” I said, sincerely impressed.

  “Thanks; that’s something I’m not used to hearing.”

  “How so?”

  “My dad doesn’t think I’m all that good at anything other than looking pretty. He’s a big-time entertainment lawyer. Famous in his own way, and loaded, if that doesn’t sound too much like bragging.”

  “Not at all, coming from a former bartender.”

  “Fair point,” she said with a giggle.

  “I take it you rebelled.”

  “Oh yeah, he wanted me to marry Harry Ashton.”

  My eyes widened.

  “The famous film director?”

  “Yup, apparently he didn’t know that arranged marriages don’t happen anymore, or at least aren’t supposed to, and are very much frowned upon.”

  “Was it really forced on you like that?” I asked, shaking my head in disgust.

  “He didn’t go quite as far as forcing a wedding, but he made it clear that if I didn’t give myself over to his business associate, I would be on my own.”

  “Seems like pretty much the same thing,” I told her. “But you sure showed him, didn’t you?”

  “I hope so, but my choice of career in a totally different field of law than he’s in is not about revenge, not entirely anyway. I mostly want to show I can do it on my own and prove I can be more than just an Instagram-loving socialite.”

  I tried to take it all in. Had I been more up on entertainment news, it was possible I would have known who she was. I only really knew about Harry Ashton because he directed some of my favorite action movies.

  “Well, good on you. Strange as it sounds, I sorta, kinda know what it’s like. We aren’t loaded by any stretch, but my mum’s family had some money. At least relative to the area we grew up in. Though we’re more infamous than famous. Mum’s family thought she married beneath her, and da’s thought she was a toffee-nosed princess who looked down on them.”