This is a work of fiction. Names, character's, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the authors imagination or used in a factitious manor. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.
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The past six weeks had been quite the adventure since that night in Paris. We headed home after the assignment had ended and spent a week in New York. Then we went to Alabama to see Jordan and Kelly and the new baby. We told them we were getting married and we needed their services as the best man and the matron of honor. They were so happy for us and gladly accepted the job.
After that we went to Berlin for three weeks before going home again. We went to Florida and told our parents that we were getting married and soon. We wanted to get married in early June before training camp and the preseason started. If we didn't do it before then, we wouldn't be able to until February after the season was over.
After that we were back on the road again. This time it was Barcelona. So far this was my favorite place we had gone. It was near the water, the temps were pleasant and her office was just around the corner. There wasn't a whole lot for her to do here but buy a few things and make sure things were running smoothly before we headed home again. I was thankful that Carrie sent her here this time around. It gave us a really good chance to plan the wedding and get everything in order.
"What do you think about these?" Jamie cheered as she came into the living room.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The center pieces I'd like to have on the tables."
"They look nice," I offered.
"Or do you think we should use these?" She pointed to a picture of another center piece she had looked at earlier in the week.
"I like those ones," I smiled.
She looked at my look and giggled a little. "You don't really care do you?"
"Well," I paused. "I like them but I'm not going to notice them. I'm going to be focused on you."
"Typical guy," she sassed.
"We need to figure out where exactly we are going to get married," I said. "You've given a list of ideas but you haven't really said firmly where you want to do this at."
"I kind of like the beach idea at sunset like Kelly did."
"That was nice and it would be a sentimental thing since that's where we had our first real kiss but..."
"But what?" she asked.
"Dad said you couldn't hear the vows and you couldn't see us because the sun was blinding them and the waves drowned out their voices."
"True," she smiled. "But it did provide us some cover when we snuck off after the pictures."
"You were such a bad girl," I smiled as I thought about it.
"But you didn't turn me down," she sassed.
"I'd never turn you down," I smiled.
"Well...where do you want to do it then?" she asked. "Maybe Paris on the bridge where you asked me. I've seen it done there before. That's sentimental."
"How is everybody going to afford that? How are Jordan and Kelly going to get here with a baby? And Bobby and Mary? Libby is still going to be our flower girl isn't she?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "You're right."
"I like that idea but I just don't think it's feasible to have everyone come all the way over here."
"Do you have an idea?" she asked.
"Actually," I smiled. "I just thought of one. What if...what if we ask Steve if we can use the house and have it there? Its big enough, it's not too far and it's out of the way."
"That's a brilliant idea Owen," she cheered. "I didn't even think of that."
"I'm not just a pretty face," I smiled.
"No," she teased. "Maybe sexy, but not pretty."
"Hey," I joked. "Be nice bad girl."
She shrilled as I stepped forward and smacked her butt hard. The thin material of her capri pants did nothing to protect her ass from my hard smack.
"Ouch Owen," she cried. "That hurt."
"Sorry," I said.
"Kiss it and make it better," she sassed in her little girl voice.
"Bring it here," I smiled.
She turned and backed up to me as I sat on the couch. My hands caught her hips and pulled her a little closer to me. She giggled a little as my fingers felt the soft skin of her tummy. I lifted her shirt up a little and saw the dimples on her back right at her waistline. I wet my lips and kissed her spine right where her pants started on her back.
"You smacked my butt Owen," she sassed. "Kiss lower."
"I'll get there," I teased.
My fingers curled around her waist and pulled her pants gently off her hips. Her white lacy boy shorts slowly came into view as her pants left her hips and slid down her legs. I could see the slight red mark on her cheek where I had hit her and I did kind of feel bad. My fingers curled around her waist again and hooked the elastic of her panties. I slowly worked them down her hips as I started kissing her back then down to the cheek I had hit.
She let out a soft moan as her panties slipped down her legs and joined her pants at her ankles. I let my fingers curl around her hips until I touched her pelvis and the smooth skin that led to her cunny. My lips were working her butt, placing wet and gentle kisses on her skin. I kissed the red hand print on her ass a few times as she stood there and let me kiss her.
I worked my hand around her body to her ass. I cupped it firmly and felt the tender flesh in my fingers. I parted her cheek away from her butt and exposed her cunny in the middle. I smiled to myself as her pink lips opened and showed her excitement already. A little white pearl of moisture hung in the middle.
