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in his big brother’s role, rightfully kicked me in the arse. It’s one of the things we do—keep each other grounded. We all put him through relentless ribbing when he said he wanted to be an actor. Not that we weren’t supportive. It was no less realistic than any other job where we were from. We just wanted to remind him of who he was and keep him from becoming an insufferable showbiz wanker.”

“Like Harry Ashton?”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” I said, absolving myself of blame.

“Yeah, but you were thinking it.”

“True,” I conceded.

“Well, thanks to you, we don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

It was true enough. I wasn’t sure about my tactics, but at least I’d gotten her free of any obligation to marry Ashton. Like Finn McCool saving Samuel from a monster. Not that I saw Darcy as helpless. She was one of the most capable people I’d ever met. I was mostly just happy to be of service.

“How about some ice cream to celebrate?”

“Sounds great, no mint, though. I try to avoid anything green these days.”

“You still having the flashbacks too?”

“Oh yeah, there are still times I wake up screaming ‘seafoam,’ and I didn’t even have to wear that particular shade of green.”

“God bless the humble bridesmaids,” I said solemnly, hand on heart.

It was odd having definitions changed. Terms that always held one meaning taking on a whole other aspect. I’d known what fun was but had never really experienced it until I’d met Darcy. I’d never had as much fun in a park at home, at least not in my adult life, though that was mostly because I worked all the time. I also didn’t have Darcy there to make me want to do something other than work. Not so much in terms of a distraction as a viable alternative. Something that seemed a lot like the ‘work, life balance’ I kept hearing so much about.

It was a mad notion, and what was more, I must have been crazy to even entertain it, yet there it was sitting behind my eyes, just waiting to pounce. A vision of me living in L.A. with Darcy having the time of my life. It really did look fun. Too bad I also knew it was a pipe dream. Not possible for several reasons. I was really only torturing myself by even considering such a thing. I was integral to the company, and I loved my job. I also didn’t want the next time I saw my family to be at our dad’s funeral if he kept on the way he was.

It was a stupid notion but not one I dismissed out of hand, unwilling to let the dream die so easily. I wondered, in all seriousness, if Darcy might consider moving to Ireland with me. Gavin had moved to L.A. and made a home there. Was it really so mad to think Darcy could find a place with me? There would be a bit of culture shock, but I had the feeling she would acclimatize quickly. I wanted to ask but also didn’t want to freak her out by asking too soon. I had to find just the right moment.

The time buzzed passed like a hummingbird. Hours elapsing without notice, let alone comment, before we knew it, it was time to go and meet Maggie and Gavin.

“Hey there, prodigal son,” Gavin said with his tongue firmly in his cheek.

“I think that would be you, Gav. You’re in for some serious ribbing next time you visit home.”

“This is my home now,” Gavin said, a bit too seriously.

“Oh, aye, you know what I mean.”

“Of course, I do, just busting your chops again, little bro.”

Maggie and Darcy looked at each other as we laughed. Darcy seeming to ask, are they always like this? And Maggie’s look appearing to reply, yup. I began to suspect they had their own kind of link going on. One forged in the familiarity of a long friendship.

I didn’t broach the issue of Darcy moving to Belfast either with her or Gavin, even though I thought he might have some advice. Everyone was having such a great time, and I didn’t want to ruin it.

We explained about the fake engagement. Maggie and Gavin reminded us that was how they ended up married. How he had pretended to be Maggie’s fiancĂ© to save her from embarrassment when she bumped into her cheating ex who had gotten engaged to her stepsister.

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“That was amazing,” Darcy said, putting the take-out box in the shape of a pizza slice into the fridge. “I had so much fun.”

“They don’t call it an extra-large for nothing,” I said.

She hadn’t actually invited me up this time, not verbally, but she didn’t need to. She’d driven us right back to her building without even hinting at taking me over to Gavin and Maggie’s.

She vanished for a second, and when she came back into the sitting room, she was totally naked.

“Strip,” she ordered.

I did as I was told, though not as fast as she would like, at least, so I assumed by the way she started to help take my clothes off and by the way she had my hard cock in her mouth in record time.

Locking her eyes with mine, she sucked away happily. She’d learned a lot about what I liked in our short time together, hauling me close to climax within minutes.

Ordinarily, I tried to last as long as I could so we had the opportunity to cum at the same time, which always felt better. A key exception to this general rule being when she went cum-starved, my own term for it, and sucked with purpose. I was sure she had my pleasure in mind too. It was difficult not to feel good with her doing that, though it was clear

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