Lexie knew she fucked up when she work up in a hotel in Reno, Texas on the last week of summer with a wedding band on her finger. What she didn't know was that she messed up not only her life, but that of her husband's AKA Coach Valentine, the new basketball coach for Iowa Park High School, where she was a senior. The universe has a way of proving you wrong when you think things can't get any worse.

A/N: I know Iowa Park is a real place, but I myself have never actually been inside the high school. This story is completely fictional and in no way is based off of any real persons alive or otherwise. R&R!

Chapter One

Lexie woke to soft kisses on the side of her neck, a pleasant change compared to her normal wake-up call. Eyes still closed she moaned as she rolled into the wondrous assault on her senses.

"I hope I didn't wake you," a soft, deep voice purred in her ear as he nibbled on it.

"Oh, God," she moaned, the hard member against her inner-thigh thrusting home to settle deep inside her previously virgin sheath.

It was uncomfortable, but as her muscles loosened she became aware of the warm, soft spot inside her that her lover nailed with every thrust. Pleasure creeping into her belly, the young brunet clung to her partner's back as she met his hips half-way, creating a friction unmatched by any other.

"Come for me, Wife."

She cried out like a wounded animal as his last pound set off fireworks between her legs. Three more thrusts and his deep-seated member burst heavy and thick shots of seed into her tender womb. She moaned as he slid out from inside her.

Finally, she opened her eyes and rolled onto her side to gaze at the face of her lover. He wasn't bad looking, maybe a little too lean for her taste (normally she found herself attracted to broader, heavier-muscled men) but she'd felt the those strong muscles flexing against her sides as she clung to him, so she knew that he wasn't going to break if she touched him. Lexie was always self-conscious of things like that. Although she was constantly reassured by friends and teachers alike that 145 pounds was no were near enough for her to call herself a cow, she was quite embarrassed by her strength and constantly felt like she might break someone if she hugged them too hard.

From the dimple-covered grin he had on his evenly-tanned face, Lexie doubted she'd acted like her normal self under the influence of alcohol, courtesy of her well-paid-for fake I.D.

"Mornin', Darlin'," he drawled, propping his sandy-colored waves up on his hand as he twirled a loose faux curl from her shoulder.

"Um, not to sound rude or anything, but who are you and where are we?"

He chuckled good-naturedly, shaking his head as he sat up more.

"You swore up 'n down you'd remember everything once you sobered up, but I can see that's a lie. My name's Jaimie Valentine. I'm 26 years old two days ago and last night you agreed to marry me."

Lexie groaned.

"Today's our wedding day. We got married at the stroke of midnight."

Lexie sputtered," you don't think that's a little fast!?"

Jaimie chuckled," that's what I said when you proposed to me. But I spent the next hour listening to you tell me how compatible and alike we were, followed by how every couple you know who had a successful marriage rushed into it and made it work because that's what you're suppose to of when you're married. I accepted to shut you up," he joked.

"This is a dream. Or a joke. I'm on Punk'd ain't I?Alright, Ashton, you can come out now!"

She groaned when silence followed and dropped back onto her pillow.

"You know," he sighed," being married to me really isn't that bad."

"I don't even know you! How am I suppose to be married to someone I don't know anything about!?"

"You would know," he countered," if you remembered the eight hours we spent talking last night. Now you'll have to relearn it all without liquid courage."

She sighed, pulling the sheets closer to her chest.

"Okay, well, let's start off with how we met."

He grinned.

"Your friend was eye-fucking my best friend, so when he went to ask her to dance, I asked you. You demanded a third drink before you could muster the courage go dance."

She groaned," oh no."

He chuckled," it wasn't that bad. I promise you did nothing to be embarrassed about. However you did warn me that you were quite high-strung while sober."

"At least I admit my flaws," she grumbled.

"I suggested we dung out your stress."

"Huh?"

He smiled," I'm a basketball coach. You told me you'd enjoyed the sport in middle school but hadn't been any good at it. I offered private lessons in the evenings."

She shook her head.

"I'm too clutsy for that."

"I think you're cute," he chuckled.

The teen blushed and looked away before thanking him.

"The cutest," he admitted as he kissed her on the end of the nose.