Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (good books to read for beginners txt) 📗

My mind raced with what I would like to do with the gorgeous creature sitting beside me. Maggie looked at least a few years younger than me, so maybe I’d have to break her in, but that would be something I would relish.

We could start with a bit of oral to get us both warmed up and primed. I imagined her sweet lips working up and down my cock and shuddered a bit. Although not as much as I did when I imagined burying my face between her thighs.

I wondered if she shaved. I’d heard a lot of American girls did that. Not that the trend was completely lost on Europe, either. I imagined lapping at her smooth, tender pink folds until she moaned and then climaxed all over my face.

Then, when she was ready, I would ease my cock inside her and fuck her until she screamed with pleasure. After that, if she was up for it, I might persuade her to try anal.

It seemed too much to hope to that she might be into me, too, since, clearly, she was trying to avoid the assholes a few feet from us. But there was still a possibility that she had come over to talk to me because she was interested.

“So, are you two together?” Raquel the Revolting, as I’d dubbed her, asked in a supremely bitchy way.

Most of the girls I knew in Ireland had gotten that tone smacked out of them by their mothers before they got their first training bra.

I could see my seatmate’s leg shaking, and I decided to help her out by gently laying my hand on her thigh. This show of affection clearly answered Raquel’s question, and hopefully it would get her and her fiancé to bugger off. My gesture had the added benefit of covering up Maggie’s clearly nervous tick.

“See, Maggie, I knew you’d get over me and move on just fine,” the scumbag guy said, with a scowl on his face.

He was trying to sound mad, but he was clearly pining after her.

And who wouldn’t be?

I couldn’t blame the guy myself.

“Now, honey, please,” Raquel snapped at him. “While it’s clear that you are better off with me, let’s not assume she’s so quickly moved on to someone else. Someone as handsome as this guy couldn’t possibly be with someone like Maggie.”

She sneered in my sweet girl’s direction.

“Is he like your cousin or something?” she asked. “A distant relative on your dad’s side? We all know he’s not really your boyfriend.”

I hated the way she talked to Maggie. But despite the hoity-toity airs she was trying to put on, she looked like she was just a kid, so I tried to cut her some slack, but I had to wonder about how she had been raised to have turned out so mean.

“Yes,” I quickly answered before Maggie could say anything. “We are together.”

“Told you,” the guy said to the girl, shrugging.

“We’re engaged, actually,” I added. “We’re here for couples counseling, too. Our church has the same rule.”

The color drained from Raquel’s face, and her eyes widened.

“What? How?”

Maggie placed her hand on top of mine and squeezed.

“What do you mean ‘how’? We wanted it to happen, so we’re making it happen. Why not now, right? Some would say it’s too fast, but we say it’s just right and that’s all that matters. Plus, you should know about fast-moving relationships, sister dear.”

“Hmmm. Well, we’re having a very big, fancy wedding. And we’re having an engagement party at my Dad’s Santa Monica mansion a week from Saturday. You’re invited, of course, being like family and all,” Raquel said with a sniff.

I didn’t buy her fake generous act.

She clearly wanted to rub the extravagance in Maggie’s face.

“We’ll be a bit busy planning our own luxury wedding, but we’ll see if we can fit it in,” I immediately shot back.

The girl’s eyes narrowed. She clearly wasn’t exactly buying our act just yet, either.

“When is the wedding?” the bastard asked, looking sadder now. “I don’t see a ring on your finger, Maggie.”

Raquel wiggled her taloned fingers in our direction, and a tawdry-looking diamond glinted in the light.

“I proposed with my granny’s antique, emerald, and diamond ring,” I explained. “It’s being sized as we speak. As for the wedding, it’s booked for three months from now.”

“Oh yeah? Where?” he asked, getting haughty.

“Big Sur. At a historic, coastal hotel,” I said, making things up as I went along and hoping that all those acting classes were making me sound convincing. “We’ll say ‘I do’ on a cliff that overlooks the coastline. There will be a gazebo for the ceremony, white folding chairs, individual menus for each guest, a cocktail hour, doves. The whole nine yards. You name it, we’re doing it.”

“She doesn’t like any of that,” the guy said, as though in victory. “Maggie’s a simple girl.”

“Boring, actually,” Raquel butted in, being just as mean as she could be.

“Simple? Coulda fooled me. She planned most of it,” I said, with a sly wink to Maggie.

“But she doesn’t even go to church,” Raquel protested.

“Does now. I’m a good Irish Catholic boy. My dad insisted. He wouldn’t be letting me marry a heathen.”

“Hot, Irish, and engaged to Maggie,” Raquel muttered. “This doesn’t add up.”

I could nearly see the bastard ex turn green, and Raquel the Revolting didn’t look much better off. I was quite happy my plan was working out so well.

I was always quick with a believable lie in a pinch and was blessed with the gift of the gab. Those were two of the many reasons I had decided to go into acting.

“My morals have improved a lot since we broke up,” the raven-haired beauty beside me said. “Knowing what a cheater you