Epilogue
Four years later
“Tommy Mason. This year’s MVP for New York. Is he really going to live up to the hype, Frank? Or do you think this will be another case of too much talk too soon?”
The sports commentators on Afternoon Hoops are talking about Tommy Mason, my husband. Ever since he was drafted by New York, he’s been the talk of every major sports show out there, and I couldn’t be more proud.
His first year in the league he won Rookie of the Year, and the hype has been unbelievable. People are saying he could be the next big thing, one of the greats. But Tommy’s ignoring it.
“Gotta keep my head on straight,” he says. “Stay focused. You get too big a head, you fall over.”
He’s a different man than the one I met at UCONN, but still very much the same. There cockiness is still there, but it’s morphed into an unbreakable confidence that just oozes out of him in a way that lets everyone know he’s the alpha male, and even being one of the newest players on the team, he’s already taking a leadership position.
After UCONN beat New Hampshire for the championship, Tommy’s confidence shot through the roof – or maybe a better way to put it would be, completely destroyed the roof and shot into space. Roy Meyers was dropped from the team next season and ended up moving home and working at a used sports equipment store. That made Tommy grin like a schoolboy.
He carried UCONN to two more championships the following years and was a first round draft pick to New York after that. Everyone knew he was going pro, but I can still picture his face when they announced his name, and every time I think about it, I feel warm inside.
It’s incredible to see someone you love succeed when you know it’s what they’re destined to do. To watch him go from the despair of his ankle injury, to his triumphant smile when he was signed with the pros, was the sweetest, most satisfying thing in the world.
Well, besides the day I discovered I was pregnant.
Tommy and I decided to wait until I was done with school to commit to having a child. We wanted to be ready – secure. . Somehow I didn’t get pregnant the first time we had sex, and until I got on birth control, we used…various methods of safe sex.
It was hard my last year when Tommy went away, but we talked every day, voice call, video call, and he traveled back to visit me whenever he could. He got me an apartment off campus with Shannon so he wouldn’t have to sleep in a tiny bunk bed in the dorms with me. And the most surprising thing ever, at least to me, is that Joey and Shannon started dating.
I couldn’t believe it. It took over a year, but after spending some time with Tommy and me, and Joey tagging along for a lot of it, she started to warm up to him. I was actually surprised at how much of a gentlemen Joey ended up being. He was such a crass, woman crazed, beer drinking douchebag – a loveable douchebag, but a douchebag none the less.
But I think seeing Tommy with me, and happy, really made him think about what he was doing, and after the season was over, and the post-victory celebrations started to cool down, he really slowed down on the partying and started to get his eye on Shannon.
And she actually got her eye on him too. She kept pretending it wasn’t true, but she’s the world’s worst liar and after rooming with her for one semester, I could read her like a book.
“I don’t like him, Grace. God!” She protested when I first asked her.
“Shannon,” I said with a laugh. “Just admit it. It’s me!”
“Look,” she replied, her voice snippy like a little girl. “Okay, maybe he’s cute, okay? That doesn’t mean I like him!”
But then one night, Tommy took me out to a really nice restaurant in Bethel, and Joey actually manned up and asked her to come with us on a double date.
“Come on, girl,” he said, unable to fully drop his bravado. “It’s not like I’m the worst guy in the world. It won’t kill ya.”
Shannon twisted her lips and looked at me, but I wasn’t going to help her out. I thought it was a great idea. My best friend, dating Tommy’s best friend? What could be better?
The car ride over was slightly awkward as they shared the back seat, but Joey actually got dressed up and he cleaned up nicely. It was weird not seeing him in sport shorts and a tank top. The place we were going to was really high class, and the food was amazing. I had a lobster risotto and Tommy had an amazing steak. Joey had some sort of pork and Shannon had a salad and some sort of noodle dish I’d never heard of before and still can’t remember what it was. All I know was it was delicious.
But over dinner, they really clicked, and it wasn’t long before they started dating.
“I can’t believe it,” Shannon said to me after she came back from Joey’s room one night. “Here I was, the girl warning you off the basketball players, and now I’m dating one too!”
“It’s the new hotness,” I joked with her.
Joey didn’t end up going pro. He was being scouted by Los Angeles, but he knew he wasn’t going to be a star like Tommy and didn’t want to move across the country and leave Shannon for a career that he wasn’t sure he wanted.
So he ended up getting hired by UCONN to coach and he’s loving it. They got a house in town and moved in right after graduation. It’s gorgeous, with a huge back yard and a pond, and he’s doing some volunteer coaching work at an elementary school a few towns over where Shannon is teaching.
Tommy and I have two places, as pretentious as that sounds, but it’s a necessity. We have one place in New York and one in Connecticut near the college, and it allows us to go back and forth as we please. And that’s where I am now.
“Well, Bob,” the commentators continue. “I don’t think Tommy’s overrated, but he did fail to carry New York to this year’s championship.”
“That is true, Frank,” Bob says. “But is it fair to ask the rookie on the team to carry them to a victory? Even Jordan didn’t start to really dominate that early into his professional career.”
“He is promising,” Frank says, sounding impressed. “I mean, rookie of the year, already averaging nineteen to twenty points a game – that’s impressive!”
“It sure is, Frank—”
“You still watching that garbage?” I hear Tommy say from behind me. I turn around to see him saunter in with that smile that just makes me melt, and throw my arms up toward him. He leans in and kisses me and I pull him close, inhaling deeply, his smell seeping deep inside me, reminding me of just how much I love him.
“I like hearing people talk about my husband!”
My husband.
The word is still growing on me, and I love saying it.
Tommy proposed to me his senior year, just before graduation, and we were married that summer. It was absolutely gorgeous, at this amazing church and estate in Southern Connecticut that must have cost a fortune, but it was a complete dream.
Shannon was my maid of honor, and Joey was Tommy’s best man. My mom couldn’t believe it.
“My daughter and a basketball star,” she mused as she stood beside me while I had my hair and makeup done. “I never would have guessed it.”
“Neither would I!” I laughed.
And when I think back to that first day at UCONN, my first day on the floor, realizing we had coed bathrooms and then running into Tommy in the shower, I can’t help myself from laughing. What a journey!
“How was practice?” I ask Tommy, smelling the sweat on his body. He doesn’t shower until he gets home now. I told him not to. I love smelling him. He’s just such a man and it turns me on, and ever since he got me pregnant, my hormones have been rampaging through me like a wild army of naked women, and I’m the horniest I’ve ever been.
“Fine,” he says as he kisses me. “Kicked some ass.”
“As always,” I say with a smile.
“As always.”
Tommy’s hand slips under my shirt and caresses my belly. I’m eight months now and Tommy finds me sexier than ever. He slides his hand up and cups my breasts, which have grown almost two cup sizes and drive him wild.
“Your tits are amazing,” he whispers to me, lifting my shirt easily to expose them to him. I smile as he leans down and kisses my nipples, sucking them both gently before bringing his lips to my neck.
“Mmmm, you’re amazing,” I tell him, pulling his shirt off over his head. His body never ceases to blow my mind and get my juices flowing. And after practice, when he’s been working hard, everything is just tight and taut and I can’t resist running my fingertips over his physique.
He kisses up my neck to my earlobe and presses his body against mine. I can feel his cock growing against me as he moves his hips against mine. I reach down his stomach, caressing his abs before slipping my hand under his shorts and taking hold of his dick.
It grows quickly in my hand as I start to stroke him and he growls into my ear, grabbing my breasts with both hands as he kisses me deeply. My other hand slides under his shorts and cups his balls, which I know drives him wild. These last few years have taught us both what we love, and there’s nothing I enjoy more than pleasing my man.
I’m wearing a loose pair of yoga pants and Tommy grabs the hem and pulls them quickly down to my knees and grabs my ass with his strong grip. Using his other hand, he pulls his shorts down and kicks them aside. One hand on my ass and the other behind my head, pulling my lips to his, Tommy slides his cock between my legs and starts gently thrusting, fucking my thighs, teasing my pussy with every stroke.
“Mmmm, tease,” I whisper to him, taking his lower lip between my teeth. His lips smile against mine as he keeps it up. I’m already wet and with each stroke his cock gets wetter, ready to slide inside me, and I’m practically begging for it.
“You want it?” He asks me softly.
“You know I do.”
“Tell me.”
“I want it,” I say, grabbing his cock and pulling it toward my pussy. “I want you inside me, Tommy.”
“Mmmm,” he groans. He loves it when I’m vocal with him. It turns him on. He uses his hand to pull my pants all the way off, and lifts my leg up and slides the tip of his cock into me.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I feel him parting me open. It’s just the tip though. This angle is difficult, so Tommy shifts, and gets in front of me, and with both strong hands, lifts my legs back and spreads them open. I look down as he slides his cock inside me.
No matter how many times we have sex, I’ll never get used to his size. There’s still that sweet tinge of pain as he enters me that reminds me of just how big he is, and it always takes my breath away. I gasp and grip his waist with both hands, watching as he starts fucking me.
“Fuck, that looks so good,” I say.
“Yeah,” Tommy says, watching with me. He buries his dick in me and I flinch, but before I can fully react, he pulls my face to his and kisses me deeply.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he tells me. “I fucking love how hot you are when you’re pregnant.”
“Well, you’ll just have to knock me up again,” I tell him.
“Oh, Hell yeah,” he says, picking up the pace. His cock slides in and out of me as he starts to fuck me harder. He looks down at me and slides his thumb into my mouth. I suck eagerly, so when he pulls it out from between my lips, it’s dripping with my saliva, nice and wet, because I know where it’s going.
He presses his thumb against my clit, just gently enough to get me going. My back arches and I gasp as the sensation hits me. He knows just how to push all my buttons at this point. People say it can get boring or stale having the same sexual partner for a long time, but to me it’s the total opposite.
I’ve never wanted another man and I never will. Tommy was my first and my last and we’ve grown together as a couple and it comes out through our lovemaking. I feel completely open with him. He knows my body and I know his. All the little things that make us tick are embedded in each other’s minds and I’ll never grow tired of his hands on me.
His thumb presses down harder as he slides deep inside me with long deliberate strokes. I gasp, like I always do when he goes this far inside me. And the look on his face drives me wild.
I can feel myself ready to cum, and Tommy knows me well enough by now to see it without me telling him. He groans and drives me wild as he continues thrusting. He’s so hard. It always turns me on to feel it, and the fact that he loves my body pregnant like he loved it before makes me even hotter for him, and my orgasm rolls over me like a hot wave of ecstasy.
My pussy clenches down on his cock and I know he feels it because he lets out a moan and slides his cock in and out of me in perfect rhythm with my orgasm. It’s perfection. His finger slows on my clit, knowing I’m getting sensitive, and both of his hands move to my breasts.
He’s my husband, I think as I start to come back down to Earth. I don’t know why, but that thought keeps leaping into my mind when we have sex these days. It was there when we first married, and now it’s there again, and I think that’s the best part of having sex with Tommy.
All the orgasms are incredible, but I could have those myself, on my own time. His body is gorgeous, his face, his hands and everything he does to me. But the fact that he is my husband is what turns me on the most.
He is mine, and that thought is cemented into my mind with every stroke from his cock, every kiss from his lips and every moan, groan and grunt into my ear. I bend my head forward and bring my lips to his chest, kissing his muscles and taking his smell into my nostrils.
This is what Heaven must be like.
I lick his skin, tasting his sweat against my tongue. It’s so primal when we’re together. I’d be happy just living in a cave with Tommy like the world’s first humans, making love by the fire, gazing outside at the stars. All the luxuries we enjoy are just icing on the cake, but I don’t need them.
All I need is him.
Tommy takes my hips and rolls me onto my side, then slips down behind me so we’re laying together. He wraps an arm around me and caresses my breasts as I turn to him and kiss him. But it’s not really a kiss. Our open mouths press against each other as we focus on the sensations coursing through our bodies. I can feel his breath against mine. Our tongues touch and I kiss his lower lip gently, slipping my hand around the back of his head.
I grind back against him, eagerly accepting his cock inside me, urging him to go faster. He understands immediately, and grabs my ass, spreading me open as he picks up the pace. I feel completely under his control, but also know that being inside me is driving him wild.
His cock starts throbbing inside me, reaching that point he gets to when he’s about to cum, when it feels as though he couldn’t possibly get any harder.
“You’re close, baby,” I whisper to him. He groans in response.
“So close,” I he says.
“Make it last,” I tease him, twisting my hips into him. As he tries to go deep inside me, I pull back slightly, letting him get only so far. Only the tip of his cock is inside me, barely in my pussy, and he pulls me closer, wanting more.
But I brace my hand against his lower stomach, flexing my pussy against him, giving him just enough to keep him from exploding.
“Ooooh, you drive me fucking crazy,” he growls into my ear. A smile forms on my lips. It’s exactly what I like to hear. Unable to control himself, Tommy tries to get his entire cock back inside me, but I keep teasing him, only taking the tip. He must be on fire, completely ready to explode, and I know when he does, it’s going to be incredible.
“You are such a tease,” he says before plunging his tongue into my mouth. He wants more. I lift my leg and slide my hand down and feel his shaft, hard and thick, and trace a line around it and my pussy before running my fingers down and cupping his balls. He gasps and clenches his hand hard on my breast.
I squeeze with my hand, just tight enough and feel him lose control.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum!”
Tommy takes over, snatches my hips with both hands and pulls me to him and buries his cock inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream into the pillow as the sensation of being utterly filled takes over. Then his cock flexes and his cum shoots inside me, warm and strong, filling me up like so many times before.
“Ah, you’re so – sexy,” he grunts as he pumps me full of his sweet seed. It’s a lot, and I feel it starting to drip out of me as he fucks me through his orgasm. His hips buck and his hands tighten around my hips like vices. I grit my teeth and take it, accepting all of him, in love with every second my husband orgasms inside me.
“Ah, God,” he finally groans as he slumps against me, his head lolling against the pillow behind mine. I twist my torso and kiss him, wiping the sweat from his forehead, feeling his cock twitch slightly inside me.
I can feel his chest against my back, slick with a slight layer of sweat, and his heartbeat pounding strong but slow. The heart of a world class athlete, but more importantly, the heart of a man that loves me and takes care of me.
As my eyes close and Tommy’s arm slips around my waist, caressing my belly that carries his child, I feel my mind slip back to that day when we first met, and how seeing him standing there, naked in the bathroom, turned my entire world upside down.
I can remember Shannon warning me away from him and my outrage at being partnered up with him for our sociology project, and just how angry I was when he didn’t show up for class. The ups and downs as I wrestled with my emotions and Tommy tried to prove himself to me.
My heart still pains me when I think about him going down in the game against New Hampshire, Roy Myers kicking him in the ankle, trying to ruin his career and how I felt as I raced down the stands to be by his side. His face was twisted in pain and I just know how scared he was and how badly I wanted to fix everything for him.
I feel Tommy’s breath slow beside me and he finally slides out of me. He pulls a blanket over us and I know he’s drifting off to sleep. He’s had practice today and he came home and had sex with me. He must be tired.
Who would have thought we’d end up together? Tommy Mason, a jock, a basketball stud, and a shy, quiet virgin like me? Who would have thought it could work, not even for a month, but for a lifetime? That’s how long we’re going to be together.
I start to slip into sleep and know I’ll be dreaming about our future, our children, the things we’ll do together and the time we will spend with one another and all the amazing things we will share as we go through life at each other’s sides.
Could my life be any more perfect?
The End