Too Blind to See It!

 
 
The bride wore a short white beaded bustier dress, her long legs exposed with three inch white heals. The groom looked at her with unmatched love and devotion in his heart, and more than a little bit of lust in his eyes.  Only the bride and groom's two best friends were present, and while they were taken off guard by the couple's sudden decision to get married, looking at them in the tiny private wedding chapel of the Venetian Hotel and Casino, there was no doubt they were in love and ready for what life would bring them as a single entity.
 
Tears streamed down the brides beautiful face as the groom said his vows, unrehearsed straight from his heart. The bride gave in to all that love was, taking a permanent leap of faith right into the arms and life of the only man that ever moved her.
 
The room held five people in all, the bride and groom, their two best friends who served as the best man and maid of honor, and a man in a starchy black suit. Standing before them all. He gave the direction they'd all been waiting for. "You may now kiss your bride." The groom felt butterflies like he did the first time he kissed her, but the moment their lips connected they were on fire and the butterflies faded with the heat of the kiss.
 
She never expected to cry on her wedding day. She never really expected to have a wedding day, so it was a day full of surprises. The kiss, the one that sealed the deal, that bonded her to her groom, took her breath away. It wasn't the hottest kiss she'd ever had, or the sweetest, but it was the most meaningful and the most memorable, and the only one that ever reduced her to tears.
 
The pronouncement was made. They were husband and wife. The maid of honor and best man rushed forward to kiss and hug their friends, spreading congratulatory words and wishing them a lifetime of happiness. Not wasting another second, the newlywed couple said good-bye to their friends no doubt on their way to consummate their marriage in the penthouse suite, leaving only the best man and maid of honor in the tiny chapel.
 
Jenna turned to Zach. "I can't believe they actually got married."
 
Zach got a big smirk. "I can't believe Phoebe wore white."
 
****
When Travis called, Zach almost declined the trip invitation on principal. It wasn't in his character to spend any amount of time in Sin City, let alone doing it two weeks before training camp started, when he should be working out and getting ready for the season. Travis had been very convincing though, he wanted to surprise Phoebe with the trip and begged Zach to come to Vegas with him and bring Jenna.
 
While time away with Jenna seemed like heaven, and Travis was even throwing in a suite for him and Jenna at the Venetian, Zach thought of the upcoming season. Knowing his best friend was still wasn't budging, Travis promised 3 hours private ice time each morning at The Orleans Arena, home to the Las Vegas Wrangers, the local ECHL hockey team. Zach couldn't pass it up and agreed.
 
When Jenna and Zach arrived they had no idea they'd be attending Phoebe and Travis's wedding. The foursome had met up for brunch after training on their second morning in Vegas, and that's when Phoebe broke the news. "We're getting married." She announced without warning and smiled wide eyed at Travis "Tonight!"
 
"Is she on drugs?" Jenna asked Travis.
 
"Seriously?" Zach asked Phoebe.
 
They were serious. While Phoebe and Jenna shopped for wedding dresses and Zach and Travis looked for wedding rings they did their best to convince their respective best friends that this is what they both wanted.
 
That evening in a candle lit ceremony, Phoebe and Travis were married.
 
Zach and Jenna made love that evening following the small elegant ceremony, still basking in the glow of the their best friends' wedding. They took their time pleasing each other and slowly bringing one another over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy. Zach held Jenna tightly afterwards whispering words of endearment, love and devotion while twisting the nearly flawless two and a half carat tiffany diamond solitaire around her finger, both of them naked and glowing, so in love and so insanely satisfied.
 
The next morning, Zach woke to an empty bed. The note from Jenna read, Don't worry about me. Go practice. You'll see me soon. Love, Jenna
 
Zach went about his morning routine, wondering what might have drawn Jenna out of bed so early. He’d settled on the idea that Phoebe probably needed some girl talk after her wedding night.  Satisfied with that explanation and dressed for practice, Zach picked up the phone to call Travis. He was met with a text from Travis. Go on to practice without me. I’ll meet you there. Zach rolled his eyes and headed downstairs for the cab. He couldn’t blame Travis, it was his wedding night after all.
 
Upon his arrival at the Orleans Arena, Zach pulled the key for the rink from his pocket. The rink owner was thrilled that two well known NHLers wanted use of his rink. He had guaranteed them complete and total privacy for the allotted three hours a day during their stay and gave each of them a key for entrance in exchange for some autographed pictures and a NJ Devils' Jersey.

Zach was surprised to hear skates gliding across the surface of the ice as he entered. Expecting to see Travis, his face drew up into a big smile when Jenna skated up to meet him at the rink entrance. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
 
“Disappointed?” she teased. “Sorry your boyfriend couldn’t make it. It was his wedding night you know. Did you really think Pheebs was going to let him go this morning?”
 
He laughed thinking about the night they must have had. “No I guess not.”

“I’m going to take his place,” Jenna announced. She was dressed in black leggings with a long green sweater and black gloves. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her cheeks held just a touch of red from the chill of the ice.
 
“You are, are you?” Zach asked slyly.
 
“Actually, think of me more as your coach. I’m here to whip you into shape.”
 
Zach stood on the ice in shoes, and Jenna’s skates made her almost as tall as him. He pulled her into him. “I never had a coach as pretty as you.” He met her lips with a sweet kiss that soon turned heated, reddening her cheeks for a different reason.
 
When she pulled away she gave him a nasty teasing glance. “You’ve never had a coach this bossy either. Get your skates on and hit the ice Parise!” she demanded, and took a swing for his butt.
 
Unfortunately, Jenna hadn’t been skating in a very long time and as her hand connected with Zach’s nether region her skates began to slip out from under her sending her arms and legs flailing as she fell backward. In one fluid motion Zach reached around and caught her before she hit the ice.  “Nice coach. Real nice!” he said laughing.
 
“Laugh it up Parise!” She growled. "You won’t be laughing when I run you through your drills." She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face, as Zach left the ice to lace up.
 
It surprised Zach when Jenna actually spouted orders and directed his drills for a full hour. She knew even more about hockey then he’d given her credit for. With Drill Sergeant authority, she ordered Zach to skate faster, shoot the puck harder, and remember to keep his head on a swivel. He laughed at her, but did what she said. Truth of the matter is that her new found err of authority was making him sweat, and not because of the exercises.
 
When the first hour of drills ended, Zach stopped for a water break. Jenna skated clumsily up beside him. “What’s the matter Parise, did I wear you out?”
 
“Actually now is the time that Travis and I usually practice our partner drills. You up for that?”
 
Jenna gave him a weak smile, knowing she could never really keep up with Zach on skates, yet not wanting to admit defeat. “Sure,” she replied.
 
“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do. I want you to skate backward toward the penalty box.”
 
Jenna gave the penalty box a good look. Giving herself an internal pep talk. “Ok, then what?”
 
“Just do that, and I’ll do the rest of the work.”
 
She did as he requested skating backward, albeit awkwardly toward the box. Before she knew what hit her, Zach skated toward her, wrapped a single arm around her waist and pulled her to him, pushing her the rest of the way toward the glass. He pressed her against the glass, and Jenna looked up at him with a timid smile.
 
“Is this the way you practice with Travis?” she asked, already intoxicated by his dimpled smirk.
 
“No way, but then he’s not nearly as hot as you.” He leaned down and kissed her forcefully, his mouth hot on hers, and Jenna gladly gave in letting her tongue and lips meet his with equal passion.
 
It only took seconds for the heat between them to spread and take over. Jenna’s hands wrapped in Zach’s hair, his on her hips. “Zach, you’re workout.” Jenna protested as his kisses trailed down her neck.
 
“I know another type of workout,” he said and made her squeal as he lifted her. Her legs, made heavy by skates, instinctively wrapped around his waist. He blindly grappled with the door of the penalty box and carried her inside. He pressed her back against the glass letting her legs fall to the ground and his hands push up her sweater. His touch sent flames through her to her core, and she spent only a second being grateful that there was now a rubber mat under her feet instead of ice.
 
“Jenna,” Zach moaned out his hands roaming her bare skin beneath her sweater, but not yet touching anything dangerous. “I want you baby.”
 
Jenna stiffened. “Here?” She squeaked out.
 
“God yes right here,” he huffed into her ear. His hand had finally made it to her breast causing her to gasp. “The place is ours for two more hours.” He couldn’t take anymore and tugged the sweater over her head.
 
“Zach,” she giggled as her bare back pressed against the cold glass. Her entire body shivered with a combination of cold and excitement and her nipples puckered under the material of her bra. She knew she should stop him, tell him to wait until they got back to the hotel, but the heat of the moment, the heat of Zach, had put a spell on her.
 
“I’ve fantasized about this you know Jenna. Making love to you here. Just like this.” He found the clasp of her bra and without ceremony, he unfastened it, stripping the material from her body. "I promise no one will come in here." He was pretty sure that was true. He and Travis had been practicing there for three days now and hadn't seen a soul. He held his breath, hoping she wouldn’t want to stop. And her little squeal of pleasure as he took her nipple between his teeth, gave him the reassurance he'd been hoping for.

He knelt down and made quick work of her skates, then his own, while Jenna stayed pressed against the glass just like Zach instructed. Then in one big pull he slipped her leggings and panties down her legs and she cooperated by kicking out of them. The goose bumps rose against her bare flesh, but Zach quickly spread her thighs and delved between them with his face, heating up every part of her, goose bumps gone in an instant.

The extreme pleasure made her legs wobble, and sensing that, Zach stopped his attack on her ready for everything Jenna and her body had to offer. "Are you nervous?" he asked and stroked her face softly, a sharp contrast to the wild attack he'd been making on her body. It was a valid question, they'd never done anything remotely like this.

Jenna was still wrapped up in the heat and sensations he caused her, she dreamily shook her head no, as in not worried. He smirked at her, dimples shining brightly. "God I love you." In an instant the heat was back, his mouth meeting her with ferocious lust. She matched his every movement feeling it just as strongly as Zach.

Now sans skates the only thing in his way of having the woman he loved, in the one place he'd always fantasized about, was his warm up pants. Jenna hardly even noticed them pool at his ankles, but when he lifted her and slid her down on his throbbing shaft, THAT she noticed. She gasped, as he wedged himself inside her, deeper and deeper until he delved, perhaps, further than he'd ever been, filling her completely.
 
It took her a minute to catch her breath, to adjust. She had only ever been with Zach, and she often still needed a minute before the fun could begin. Zach tried to be gentle but his body was taking over. He needed to move, to thrust inside her and he needed to do it now. And finally he did just that. "Fuck Jen!" he moaned and held her against the glass continuing his motions and making her call out to him.

His name along with various squeals and moans echoed through the rink. The sounds of skin on skin, of two lovers giving in to each other in a public place, making fantasy - reality, resonated around the penalty box. It didn't take much more before Jenna hit her peak, and she brought Zach right over the edge with her. 

Jenna held tightly to Zach knowing her own legs wouldn't hold her. Zach quickly found his warm up jacket that he'd stashed there before he started practicing. He laid it on the seat and set Jenna on top of it. He helped her into her leggings and then her bra and sweater before pulling on his pants. Still without skates, Zach sat next to Jenna and pulled her on to his lap. "You are amazing," he whispered, but Jenna knew that it wasn't her that was amazing it was them.

****

That evening curtains drawn in their suite atop the Venetian Hotel, Zach stood behind his beautiful fiance. He held her tightly to him as they looked out across the Vegas skyline. "It's beautiful isn't it Zach?" Jenna cooed. She couldn't remember ever being so happy.

"It's beautiful, but not as beautiful as you Jenna."

She turned, her eyes sparking, and kissed him over her shoulder.

"Part of me wishes it was us that got married last night." Jenna confessed turning in his arms to face him.

His reply came quick and matter-of-factly. "I don't."

Jenna felt a rush of disappointment fill her insides, concerned that perhaps Zach was changing his mind. "You don't?" she asked meekly.

"Nope, because when I marry you I want to do it in front of everyone I know, everyone you know. I want the whole world to know that we are married. That I've found my own little slice of heaven. I want it to be perfect for you Jenna, the wedding of your dreams."

Thrilled and completely relieved by his answer she melted in to him without saying a word.

"Don't think for a moment I'm not excited to make you my wife. To start a family." He cooed.

"Oh me too Zach. Me too."

Zach knew how lucky he was. He had his princess and now he knew she had a bit of wild in her. He smirked at the thought of their earlier exploits in the penalty box. More than that he knew he'd found the woman of his dreams, the future mother of his children, the light of his life, and though their wedding was a full hockey season away, he knew better than anyone - Good things come to those who wait.