Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

it came too late or didn’t last long enough, I felt bereft. I needed him, his touch, his humor, his love, his everything. Though at that moment, after a two-day dry spell that started to feel more like withdrawal, what I needed more than anything was his cock, buried deep in my pussy.

I let out a moan, loud and proud, as I slid down his beautiful shaft, his cock filling me up with its gentle warmth, bringing our bodies together in a way that made me feel whole. I’d reacted badly when he’d mentioned how much he loved the sex, thinking he thought it was all our relationship was based on. I was so very wrong, and as he came in me, our souls seeming to bind as according to a universal plan. I finally understood what he’d meant.

Chapter Twenty-Two - Sean

Having Darcy in my arms again was like heaven. I didn’t want to let her go. Not ever.

Earlier, after I’d been arrested, I’d managed to get my one phone call through to Gavin, who’d explained the situation to me and said deportation was the least of my worries. If I were given a choice between being sent back to Ireland and never returning to the states because of a criminal record or serving time in California with the possibility of visitation, I would definitely take the latter. If I’d been sentenced, the place of my imprisonment would be out of my hands, and while I wouldn’t see Darcy often, it would be better than not seeing her at all. It was certainly worth putting up with a stint in prison for that.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Darcy said, squeezing me tight, my cock still deep in her pussy. She climbed down off of me, and we cuddled.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I said.

“You were in prison, babe.”

“I was in a police holding cell with a car thief and a guy on remand for violating SEC regulations. Not exactly hardened criminals. Career criminals, sure, but not dangerous, from what I could tell. Mind you, I have a pretty screwed perspective.”

“What did you do?”

“Mostly played gin rummy. Cleaned them out too. To be fair, I did cheat a bit.”

“How did you cheat a bit?”

“I wasn’t card counting or bottom dealing or anything like that. I just made out I wasn’t quite as good as I am. My talent miraculously appearing when the bets got really high.”

“They could have hurt you.”

“Don’t think so. Like I said, they were in for non-violent crimes. Not the types to look for conflict. The SEC guy turned a bit green when he saw the dried blood on my ring. I shouldn’t have had it, really, evidence and all that, but I hid it before I was put in lock-up. They’d frisked me for weapons, but that was it. Managed to get the blood off before they let me out. The poor SEC fella likely figured I was some kind of thug, which I am, I guess but only selectively. I wasn’t at great risk of getting shivved. If either of them had tried it, they would have been sorry. I mean, you saw what I did to your boss.”

“Which still deeply impresses me. Particularly how willingly you went to jail. I didn’t understand at the time, but it really was the right thing. It sucked, the not knowing, but here we are, back together.”

“Aye, but we should probably be clear on one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Had he hurt you, I mean more than he did. If he had done more than just paw at you and had succeeded in getting into your pants, well, let’s just say he would have much bigger problems.”

“Such as?”

“Such as how to force open his lifeless eyes and dig his way out of the shallow grave Gav and I would have put him in.”

“But he didn’t. You saved me. You’re my hero.” She smothered my cheeks in sweet little kisses.

“Still though, I’d like to make sure you’re okay, with a close personal inspection.”

She grinned. “Another one?”

“Aye. Another one.

Darcy lay perfectly still as I began my inspection, intent on checking over every inch of her. She was already naked, so it would be easy and very pleasurable. Starting with her head, I checked her cheeks and eyes, and ears. There was a scratch on her cheek, which I saw before and would heal itself. Turning her onto her side, I checked the back of her neck, mostly for finger marks, finding none, which saved me the trouble of killing the bastard. Her back looked fine, as supple as ever, though there was a small blue bruise on her ass.

“What’s this.”

“Um, my ass?”

“No, I mean this,” I said, pressing lightly on the bruise.

“Oh, he backed me into the desk before trying to get my clothes off. I must have bumped it.”

“Looks like it could use a kiss.”

“Yes, please kiss it better.”

Tenderly squeezing her supple cheeks, I kissed along the bruise, which, now that she mentioned it, did have the basic shape of the edge of a desk.

“Better?”

“Much.”

Her bruise tended to, I continued down her legs to her ankles and then her feet, kissing along the sensitive soles as I progressed. The area covered, I rolled her onto her back again and started the front inspection, beginning at her neck. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was the slight impression of fingernail marks on her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she said, stroking my face, “it didn’t hurt. I pushed him away.”

Shoving it out of my mind, I moved down to her tits, which looked to be in pristine shape. I still gave them a few kisses anyway. Mostly around her nipples, sucking them on occasion.

Darcy shifted and hummed in response, urging me to stay there a bit longer. When she