Need Your Number: Tampa Thunder Series

I wake up, and it’s my wedding day.  I have never been so excited for something in my life.  I wake up in the hotel feeling refreshed and ready to see my wife.  She has been working so hard to make everything perfect for today.  I hope it is everything she imagined.  As a wedding gift I got her a tricked out new Jeep.  She has been working so hard with her business, getting our new house to be a home, and helping me with my transition to pro hockey.  Her dream is to own a yellow lifted Jeep with blacked out windows.  Now she owns it and it’s parked in front of the arena so we can drive it back to the hotel tonight.

I send her a good morning text before I get up and take a shower.  I make sure I have everything I need for the day, including my suit, before I head over to the arena.  I grab coffee and a muffin on my way.  I don’t want to be tired or hungry on my wedding day.

We are getting ready in the home locker room at the arena, while the girls get ready in the away team locker room.  We will get married on one side of the ice and the other side will be our reception with a dance floor.

Fiona was sure to include pieces of our story in every detail.  The table assignments are pinned in the corner on a surfboard in honor of the beach clean-up.  There are Airheads on top of a hockey puck at every seat.  She also has skates and a pair of Converse hanging off the DJ booth.  There are pictures of us everywhere around the party area.  The photo booth has a “Pose Like Us” challenge that shows everyone ten photos of our signature pose: me holding Fiona in my arms with her legs and arms wrapped around me.  The goal is to recreate it the best.  In lieu of a guest book, we have a Polaroid camera set up so everyone can take a picture, then use the pens we left out to sign the picture.

The guys arrive and we all pour a shot.  We get ready, taking our time drinking beer while we wait to enter the ceremony area.  I want to see Fiona, but there is no way she will allow that.

Luke comes over and claps me on the back.  “I couldn’t imagine anyone better to marry my sister.  Welcome to the family, brother,” he says and I nod.

We both know if I answer, the emotions will take over.  The wedding coordinator comes and tells us it’s time.

The bridal party goes first with Celisa and Rodriguez, Lucy and Stuntz, then Charlie and Luke.  We don’t have the maid of honor and best man walk together since they are siblings.  Plus, my future wife is trying to play matchmaker.  I walk my mom down the aisle, looking at all our family and friends who made the journey – coaches, teammates, classmates, and extended family members we don’t see often.  The music changes and everyone stands.  I feel Luke place his hand on my back as my eyes fill with tears.

Fiona is stunning; she looks like a princess.  Her dress is off white with a floral lace overlay.  It hugs her in all the right places.  I am crying now.  Her hair is down in curls, just the way I love it.  Her breathtaking green eyes stare, emphasized by her mascara.  When her hands are placed in mine, she winks, then shows me her white Converse under her dress.  I chuckle and so does everyone who sees.  That’s my girl, always winning over the crowd.

The ceremony is short and sweet, unlike our kiss at the end.  I dip Fiona and kiss her like absolutely no one is watching.  Her dad clears his throat, and everyone laughs.  I throw our linked hands up in victory as we make our way down the aisle.  When we reach the end, I pick her up and hold her in our signature pose, our foreheads touching.

“Hello, Mrs. Miller, my beautiful wife,” I whisper.

“Hello, husband,” she murmurs back.  I put her down and we make our way to the area to meet the photographer.

After a million hours of photos in about a trillion different poses we finally head to the reception part of the arena.  We sit at our table and listen to speeches from loved ones and friends.  Some speeches are funny, some are embarrassing, but they are all full of so much love.

When dinner is served I can see Fiona almost dancing in her seat.

“Eat quickly, I have a surprise for you,” she tells me.

I am starving so that is not an issue.  Once we both finish, we quickly get up and sneak through the side door.  Fiona drags me by the hand upstairs to her old office.  She opens the door and lets us in.

“We only have a few minutes, better make them count,” she whispers.

I don’t have to be told twice, making quick work on my pants while she pulls her dress up around her hips.  She leans against the glass, pushing her ass out, revealing white crotchless panties.  My breath catches at how sexy they are.  I slide into her.

“This pussy is mine forever, now that you are my wife,” I mutter.

“It was always yours, husband,” she says.

I rail her from behind while we look down at our wedding below.  We orgasm together for the first time as husband and wife.  She grabs some napkins and I clean her up.  We fix our clothes and head back down.  Surely everyone noticed we were gone and knows what we were doing, but we try and cover it up.

The cake cutting is fun as we both attempt to cover the other in icing.  We have all the dances in the first part of the night.  I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry during our first dance.  I realized before tonight we never really dance, but it was nice holding her in my arms.  My mom cried the entire mother-son dance, as expected.  Fiona and her dad cried during their dance.  So it’s safe to say that tears were shed a lot tonight.

The DJ opens up the dance floor and everyone has an amazing time.  I see Luke and Rodriguez trying to recreate our pose.  Luke is holding Rodriguez, who has at least fifty pounds and four inches on him.  It is definitely a sight to see.  Everyone is laughing as they make fake kissing faces and Luke spins them around. Throughout the night I notice Charlie flirting with Luke.  Poor girl deserves something better than him.  Luke is nowhere near ready to commit to a relationship.  Lucy and Stuntz are dancing and hanging out.  They seem to be flirting and having a good time together.  Celisa is flirting with one of my new teammates.  Everyone seems to be having an amazing time!  I can tell the bridal party is definitely wasted.

Fiona decides it’s time for the bouquet and garter toss.  Everyone crowds around.  She sits in the chair and I go up under her dress.  I take my time dragging the garter down her leg, knowing she is super turned on.  The DJ has the single men gather around and I flick the garter, landing right in Stuntz’s hand, who wasn’t even trying. His face stays serious but you can see his cheeks turn red. Next, Fiona turns around and throws the bouquet with Lucy catching it.  Lucy has a megawatt smile as she looks over at Stuntz with the garter.  What a coincidence!  I throw a wink at Fiona.  Stuntz slides the garter onto Lucy, not going too high, in order to be respectful.  But both of their cheeks are flushed red.

The rest of the night is filled with dancing and lots of drinks.  We all take crazy pictures and tell stories of all the fun times.  I notice that I don’t see Stuntz anywhere.  I keep looking and can’t find Lucy either.  It might be a coincidence, or maybe my wife’s matchmaking has worked.  I roll my eyes and chuckle to myself.  I have a feeling we won’t see them again for the rest of the night.

Finally, the wedding planner tells everyone it’s time for us to go.  I have one last surprise for Fiona – her new Jeep!  The wedding planner has everyone line up outside with sparklers and we run under them, stopping to kiss.  Luke walks up and hands us the keys.

I click the lock and say, “Happy wedding day, sunshine!”

She starts crying and runs over to the Jeep, admiring every inch.

“It is perfect, exactly as I wanted it!” she tells me.

“I know; I put the details in my notes app anytime you would talk about it,” I said.

We say our goodbyes to everyone.  Lots of hugs and tears later, we are on the road to the hotel.  Fiona is still obsessing over the Jeep while we drive.  I am happy she loves it.  When we walk through the lobby, people cheer and congratulate us.  It is really nice, but right now I just want my wife in bed with me.

When we get to the honeymoon suite door, I scoop her up. “Crossing the threshold as husband and wife,” I say, while she giggles. She has me help her unbutton her dress, then goes into the bathroom, insisting she needs to make sure she is careful so she can preserve the dress.  But when she comes out, she is wearing the sexiest piece of white lingerie I have ever seen.  It accentuates all her curves in the best ways.

She climbs into bed and I take my time worshiping every inch of her beautiful body.  While I eat her pussy I play with her nipples, the lace adding extra stimulation.  She cums on my tongue for the first time as my wife, and fuck, is she sexy.  I strip the lace off her piece by piece before I spread her legs and thrust into her.

I lift her legs so I can go deeper as she yells out, “Fuck yes, show me how good you can pleasure your wife.” That amps me up.  I shove a pillow under her ass and fuck her.  I give her no chance to catch her breath as I deliver orgasm after orgasm to her.  When she gets on top, all bets are off.  She rides me and cups my balls.  It sends me over the edge and she falls forward as we both come down from climax.  I roll off the bed and clean her up.  We fall asleep in each other’s arms as husband and wife.

Our alarms come way too early in the morning, but we have our flights to get to.  Luckily it’s first class, so we can sleep on the plane.  We wear these shirts that say Bride and Groom that Fiona thought were funny, knowing I hate matching shirts, but also knowing that I wouldn’t tell her no.

Lucy is in the lobby waiting for us.  I am glad she agreed to drive us to the airport so we don’t have to worry about vehicles at the hotel.  She looks upset and her face seems puffy, like she has been crying.  But I write it off as the alcohol and a long night.

When we get in the car Fiona makes a comment about not seeing her at the end of the night.  Lucy’s eyes well with tears before she tells us she was tired and went to bed.

When Fiona presses, Lucy almost yells, “Let it go Fiona!  I was tired.  I went to bed.  End of story.”

Fiona and I make eye contact, raising our eyebrows to almost say what is happening.  The rest of the drive is silent, but when we get to the airport Lucy apologizes, telling us she is hungover and tired.  They hug it out and say their goodbyes before we head off to our honeymoon.

The flight was long, but we slept the whole way.  We finally arrive at the island and get into our bungalow.  We explore our new home for the next week, looking at all the fancy things to do.  That first day we just hang out on the overwater hammock having drinks.  We spend the day talking about the wedding and how amazing it turned out.

The week flies by with drinks and adventures.  We go snorkeling and take a sunset boat ride.  But most of our time is spent laying out on our bungalow’s porch.  We also spend a good chunk of the week having amazing, mind-blowing sex.  She lets me tie her up and fuck her on the hammock.  I eat her out while she sits on the edge of our private hot tub.  She even lets me take her ass because, as she says, it’s easy to convince yourself to try something new when you are in the Caribbean overlooking beautiful, turquoise waters.   I even fucked her doggy style on the window in the floor so we could both look at the fish below us.

On the last day, we are laying on the hammock after lunch when Fiona bolts up and runs to the bathroom.  I hear her throwing up.

“Are you ok?” I ask, concerned.

“I am good, I must have eaten something bad,” she says.

She heads to bed, deciding to take a nap.  When she wakes up she says that she feels much better and wants to enjoy our last day.  So we spend the rest of the day swimming and having drinks.  We end the night with an amazing candlelit dinner on the water, watching the sunset.  That night we fuck like our life goal is to see how many orgasms we can reach in one night.

The plane ride home lasts forever and Fiona is still not feeling great.  We try to sleep the whole flight home, but the turbulence doesn’t help Fi’s stomach.  Lucy picks us up from the airport and the minute we get home, Fiona is running to throw up again.

“I knew your boobs looked bigger!” Lucy exclaims.

“What?” Fiona and I say at the same time.

“Oh, I guess I am wrong.  I thought your boobs looked bigger because you are pregnant,” she says.

“When did you have this thought?” Fiona says, annoyed.

“Um, on your wedding day your dress was tighter in the chest, and you weren’t on your period like Celisa and me.  I thought you were having someone slip you sparkling grape juice or something.  My bad though, I shouldn’t have assumed,” she says.

I grab my keys.  “I will be right back.  We will get the answers now,” I tell them, kissing Fiona.

On my way to the drug store I start thinking about Fiona throwing up, she felt super tired, and her boobs did look bigger.  When I get there, I grab ten tests of different kinds.  The guy at the checkout looks at me super weird.  I shrug and pay, then I walk out.

When I get back to the house Lucy says, “Dude, did you buy them out?  We only need one box.”

I shrug and reply, “I didn’t know, so I came prepared.”

Fiona pees in a cup and the three of us dip the tests in and turn our backs.

“No matter what, I am happy, Fiona,” I tell her as I pull her into a hug.

Lucy sets an alarm and steps out to give us some space for this. The alarm rings, we hold our breath and turn around, holding hands.