The big day of the wedding approached faster than I thought possible.

I was incredibly nervous, practically trying not to shiver with nerves in my white bridal dress.

Will was the ring bearer of course, although we didn’t exactly want to entrust him the entire time with the real ring. So he held a replica, and was handed the ring at the last moment.

Shane calmed me down. Just seeing him standing there, solid as a rock, kept me from being too nervous. Gradually, I began to enjoy myself, and by the end of the procession I was just so happy that tears were coming out of my eyes.

My parents came up from Mexico. That’s the first time they’ve done that since they moved down there, and I could barely believe it when my mom told me the news. My dad seemed pleased to walk me down the aisle. Honestly I think they’re thrilled to have a super famous football player son in law.

Now it’s the party after the wedding. We’ve kissed and taken our vows. That’s all over. Jane gave a ridiculous speech at the wedding that had everyone cracking up in laughter. And Shane’s brother, Jack, gave a solemn speech about how Shane is helping him turn his life around, and about how Shane was acting like the big brother between them. It was incredibly touching.

“Can you believe it?” I whisper to Shane.

We’re slow dancing to one of Shane’s favorite songs, “Numb as a Statue” by Warren Zevon. It’s quickly becoming my favorite song too.

He’s holding me close to him. People around us are dancing as well. My parents are somewhere nearby. Shane’s brother is dancing with Jane, and I don’t know whether she’s pleased or not about that. But I don’t have time to worry about that kind of thing. Nor do I have the interest. I know Will’s safe at the kids table. My parents are going to take care of him while Shane and I head to our honeymoon. It’s about time that they spent some time with their grandson.

“Believe what?” says Shane, his voice low and sexy, practically a growl. He’s looking me right in the eyes, those beautiful eyes that sparkle when I look at them.

“That we’re married,” I say. “Like it really happened.”

“I can,” says Shane. “But you know what I’m thinking of?”

“What?”

“About what I’m going to do to my new wife tonight.”

“Oh?” I say, teasing him and laughing. “You’ve already figured it out, have you?”

Shane nods, pretending to act very serious.

“Maybe I have plans for you,” I say.

Shane winks at me. “I hope so,” he growls at me.

He pulls me closer to him, so that my body is pressed completely against his. He makes me feel safe and secure. His chest is massive and his big muscular arms envelop me.

“Is that your cock that I feel?” I whisper at him.

“I hope so,” says Shane, winking at me. “Hey, I’ve to something to show you.”

“What?”

“I’ve got to show you in private.”

“Nice try,” I say. “That’s not going to work on me now.”

“Why not?”

I think about it for a moment.

“OK,” I say, giggling. “Let’s go.”

Shane takes me by the hand and leads me off the dance floor. Meanwhile, I can’t stop giggling with excitement. A couple people seem to notice us, but not everyone. We’ve already had our main bride and groom dance, and it’s getting to be late at night. Most everyone has had a little too much to drink, as people do at weddings, and so we can go somewhat unnoticed.

“Are you taking me to some broom closet?” I say, gigging. “To show me your monster cock?”

“Broom closets, pfft,” says Shane, waving his hand. “That’s too cliché.”

“Then where to?”

“The car seems to have always been a classic spot for us.”

“A car, on my wedding night?”

I giggle.

“I know you want it,” growls Shane in my ear.

We rush out and get into the fancy car that’s waiting for us to drive away to our honeymoon. There are tin cans attached to the back and streamers hanging from it. Fortunately, there’s no driver. I don’t know what kind of car it is, but it has tinted windows.

Shane pulls me inside.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I say.

“I know,” growls Shane in my ear.

His mouth slams onto mine. I’m getting wet. I feel for his hard cock in his slacks. It’s raging hard, huge and ready to penetrate me.

“This is so wrong,” I whisper, as he starts biting my neck.

But I love it. I love every second of it.

There’s a knock at the window.

“Shit,” I say.

I hear Jane’s voice on the outside.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up,” calls Jane. “You two had better just get going on your honeymoon if you really can’t wait.”

I roll down the window. It’s one of those old fashioned manual winders.

I see Jane’s face peering in towards us, and she’s laughing.

Now Shane and I start laughing all along with her. It just seems so funny, so crazy, so absurd.

“All right,” I say. “We’ll come back and join the party.”

“You’d better,” says Jane. “People are wondering where you two went off to.”

I roll up the window and Shane and I double over laughing.

“I guess we couldn’t keep it in our pants long enough,” I say.

“I guess not,” says Shane.