“You ready to do this?” I turned to Storm only to see the biggest smile on her face.
“We’re really doing this!” she squealed.
“We’re really doing this.” I leaned in and placed a kiss on her nose.
Tucker opened the door for us, and we followed the red carpet inside. There was a sweet older lady waiting at a desk to the right where we filled out our information and signed our marriage license. A man who looked like the older Elvis came to the end of the red carpet and waited for us to meet him there. After he performed the standard ceremony, he signed our marriage license and handed it to me.
“Where to, Mrs. Trent?”
“Wherever you take me, Mr. Trent.” She giggled. We kissed all the way back to the MGM and up to the bridal suite which was a surprise for Storm with the help of Tucker.
“Oh wow, this is beautiful.” She barely got the words out of her mouth before my lips were on her neck. Kissing her from her ear along her collar bone.
“R-Rowdy,” she moaned as I nipped at the place just behind her ear.
She stepped back and began undressing me. I worked fast too undressing her. Soon we were standing before each other naked. Her body was beautiful. Perky breasts, just the right size for my hands, and her round ass perfect for smacking with my hand. I should really check into getting a paddle. She raked her nails along my pecks, stopping long enough to lean in and suck one of my nipples in her mouth. My balls tingled and my cock pulsed, standing proud in between us. Her fingers ran over my abs and through theline of hair that stopped at my dick. She gripped my cock, and it pulsed in her hand.
I reached out and tweaked one of her pink nipples between my fingers before sucking it into my mouth.
“Oh, Rowdy. That feels so good. Do it again.” She moaned. I lowered my head and sucked a pink nipple between my teeth before biting down. Just the perfect amount of pain. “I need you inside me, Rowdy,” she begged.
I slid my fingers through her wet slit while licking her neck up to her mouth. “No coming until I’m inside you.” I walked her backward to the bed and lowered her down. She scooted up the bed and waited. Panic flew through me. “I don’t have a condom. Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“I’m on the pill.” She grinned against my lips.
“I’m clean. I was tested before this tour started.” She reached between up and cupped my balls in her warm hand and my eyes rolled back in my head.
“You’re killing me, Storm,” I said as she pumped my dick with her warm little hand.
“Let me help you with that.” She pulled me to her, lining the head of my cock up with her entrance inviting me in. I plunged all the way in in one thrust and stalled for a second to give her time to adjust to my size.
“You okay?”
When she gave me a quick nod, I began to slowly pump into her, savoring the warm grip she had on me. We fit together perfectly.
“More, Rowdy, more,” she demanded. I pulled out and thrust back in harder than before. “I’m so close.” Shemoaned. I could feel that familiar feeling at the base of my spine and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I thrust one, two, three more times and we were both moaning each other’s name. We collapsed on the pillows, turning to face each other, smiling. “I love you, Mrs. Trent.”
“I love you, Mr. Trent,” she beamed.
The next morning my phone vibrated from the bedside table where I left it last night. I looked at the screen and groaned.
I slid my finger across the screen and was immediately met with Russ’s shouting. “Dude! What have you done?”
“What do you mean what have I done?” I grinned to myself.
“You got married? Without telling any of us? What the fuck?”
“We were tired of everyone giving us shit about being single. They didn’t know we’d been seeing each other in private since before she joined the tour. We’ve always had that electric spark between us and decided it was time to do something about it. We love each other.”
“Did you tell her father?”
“No, and that was her decision.”
“You better get online and then you might want to give him a call before he beats you to the punch. Literally.”
I nudged Storm and pointed at her laptop on her bedside table. She opened it and there we were. All over the internet. Arriving at the chapel, our kiss after being pronounced man and wife, and even the little old lady throwing rice at us as we left in the blacked-out Tahoe. I scrubbed my hand overmy face because there was no way in hell that her father hadn’t seen this by now. As if on que, her cell rang from the table.
“I gotta go. Her dad is calling.”
