Epilogue
FOUR YEARS LATER
FALLON
Hmm, this feels good. I can feel my husband’s scruff between my legs. I think I’m dreaming, and I don’t want to wake up.
I blink my eyes open and realize I’m not. Jett’s face is, in fact, between my legs, and his tongue is running through me.
I spread my legs wider in invitation. When I go to run my fingers through his hair, I realize I can’t. My wrists are tied to the bedposts.
I smile. “You turning the tables on me, Jeffries?” I’m usually the one waking him in a similar manner.
He mumbles into me as he nods and sucks on my clit.
I arch my back in pleasure. “Ahh. Get inside me, Daddy Jett. Let’s make a mess of the bed and each other.”
He lifts his head and licks his way up my body, stopping to spend time worshipping my breasts with his hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”
He continues his tongue’s trail up my body as he slides his entire monster cock inside me all at once. My eyes roll back in my head at the always intense sting of his initial possession.
“Fuuuuuuck. So good,” I yell.
“Shh,” he warns. “There are a lot of people in this house.”
“Don’t care,” I moan, before he covers my mouth with his to silence me.
We got drunk on pina coladas last night and fucked like rabid animals into the wee hours of the night. This time, he makes slow, sweet love to me. I feel every ridge and vein as he moves in and out of me at a pace designed to both torture me and draw out my pleasure.
I’m so in love with my husband. Our marriage is everything I could have dreamed of and more. This man exists to make me happy. He has lived up to every promise he made to me when he proposed. I’m prioritized in every thought and every decision he makes.
After the Super Bowl win, Baron DeBurg begged Jett to stay. He was indifferent, saying if we were going to start over and build a family, he refused to miss anything. I suggested he stay on at least until that time came, knowing it might not ever come.
It took us well over a year of multiple stressful in vitro procedures, but I finally got pregnant with my very last frozen egg.
That year was a tough time for me, but Jett held my hand and supported me every step of the way.
The hormones made me crazy, but he loved the shit out of me even on my worst days.
Much to Jett’s delight, we had a girl. We made the huge mistake of allowing Harper the uninhibited ability to name the baby.
She chose Kendra after some Justice League superhero.
Apparently the real name of Hawkgirl, Harper’s favorite superhero, is Kendra.
We tried to explain to her that it was too much like Kennedy, but she said we gave her autonomy and refused to budge.
Kennedy thinks it’s funny so we went with it.
Bailey became pregnant again shortly after me. Their youngest daughter, Dani, and Kendra are only a few months apart and are the best of friends. They think they’re sisters because Harper is both of their sisters. We used to correct them, but we don’t bother anymore.
Jett coached three more seasons, with his final being another Super Bowl championship. He wanted to retire a year earlier when Kendra was born, but I felt like he had some unfinished business and encouraged him to stay in his job. I’m so happy I did.
He and Vance retired at the same time. They both wanted more time at home with their respective growing families. Jett is such a hands-on father and grandfather. I can’t believe he ever worried about it.
While I initially fought his retirement, thinking he’d be bored, I was wrong.
The girls keep him busy. He loves spending time with them and taking them to various activities, games, and other events.
Kennedy and Daylen are both still playing, so Jett bears a ton of responsibility for their daughter, Rose, during the handful of months when they’re both in season. He loves it.
Jett runs his hands all over my body before he cups my breasts. “Hmm, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles into my mouth as he continues to move in and out of me. “I love you. Merry Christmas.”
I smile into his mouth. “It’s certainly starting out very merry. I need Santa to fill my chimney though.”
Just as we both finish, little fists begin pounding at our door.
I hear names like Mommy, Daddy, Aunt Fallon, Uncle Jett, Groach, and Fana.
That means it’s Kendra, Dani, and Rose, respectively.
Rose calls Jett a cross between grandpa and coach, while she calls me a cross between Fallon and Nana.
She came up with the names on her own when she started talking.
Jett blows out a breath before untying me. I quickly make my way to the bathroom to clean up while he deals with the girls.
In one of Jett’s sweatshirts, I walk into the kitchen of the giant house Jett rented in Jamaica for Christmas this year.
We needed a big house because our blended family is enormous.
It’s Bailey and Tanner with their whole crew, Kam and Cheetah, Kennedy, Rose, and the rest of the Humblecuts, as well as our brood, which of course includes Pierce and Harper.
Daylen had a game yesterday and was supposed to be on the red eye last night.
He should make it here at some point this morning.
Jett happily splurged on this mansion. He loves how big our Christmases have become. He said he’s spent too many holidays alone or with only Ginny and Pierce. He’s thrilled with the fact that we’ve grown into this big, loud, fun, modern family.
As I enter the kitchen, I see Kennedy in one of her tiny pickleball outfits, standing at the blender with AirPods in her ears. I remove one. “Merry Christmas, sweetie.”
She smiles as she turns and hugs me. “Merry Christmas, Mom.”
Yep, she’s called me mom for years now. It started here and there just after Rose was born, with her needing me more than ever, and it grew from there to a full-time thing.
I still occasionally encourage her to reach out to Ginny, but it never happens.
We saw Ginny from afar at Pierce’s college graduation earlier this year, but that’s it.
Neither Jett nor Kennedy will acknowledge her.
Rose has never met her. I suppose Ginny made her bed and now needs to sleep in it, but part of me will always have compassion for her because I can’t imagine the pain of having a child who doesn’t speak to me.
Pierce is in medical school and thriving. He maintains a relationship with his mother, but it’s separate from us, and he’s learned to respect that. He comes home a lot to see Harper and Kendra. I know he also spends time at Kennedy’s and loves Rose endlessly.
“Are you listening to Christmas music?” I ask in surprise. It’s not like her.
“Nah. I needed something to drown out your screams,” she deadpans. “I’m listening to songs about sex and violence while I’m on my way to play pickleball with Betty and Ethel.”
I giggle. “You’re playing now?” I ask with surprise.
“No. Later this afternoon. Daylen will be here soon. He loves it when I wear these outfits. And I wouldn’t miss watching the already spoiled children open the five hundred gifts you all packed and brought down here.”
She’s not wrong. That Christmas tree is very full.
I look at the blender. “Yum, are those eggnog shakes? They look good.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Umm, no. Have you ever heard of a Boner Shake?”
I bite back my smile. “I may have enjoyed the fruits of one of those a few years ago. They’re…powerful.”
She makes a look of disgust. “TMI. Anyway, I sneak it into Daylen’s morning protein shakes or use it as creamer in his coffee whenever I can.
He’ll be tired when he arrives. He won’t ask any questions.
I’ve been sexless all week without him while sleeping in the room next to you two nymphomaniacs.
I need a little extra lovin’ once he arrives. ”
“Sneak what into his coffee?” Bailey asks from behind me while snaking her arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. “Merry Christmas.”
I reach back and embrace her. “Merry Christmas, beautiful.”
She looks at Kennedy. “Well?”
Kennedy sighs. “Boner. Shake. If you want your old-ass husband to fuck you into tomorrow, give him a little of this.”
“Did I hear something about getting fucked into tomorrow?” Kam asks as she enters the kitchen. “I’m all in for that.”
Ultimately, it’s agreed we will each quietly slip a little into our respective partners’ morning coffee. It should make for an interesting Christmas.
It’s still early. We’re all sitting around the Christmas tree with the little ones opening gifts when Harper sleepily walks in croaking, “Why didn’t anyone wake me?”
Tanner and I exchange glances. Harper has officially entered her moody teen years. You take your life into your own hands if you attempt to wake her.
Before we can answer, the front door swings open with a thud, and Santa, who looks a lot like Daylen, walks in.
In a deep voice, he bellows, “Where’s my ho ho ho?”
Kennedy runs to him and leaps into his waiting arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him and kissing him deeply. Way too deeply for the viewing of children.
Jett rolls his eyes from his seat on the floor and grumbles, “Enough.”
I giggle as I move to sit between his legs to keep him calm.
As soon as I do, Kendra plops down between my legs.
She’s a true combination of us, with Jett’s darker hair and complexion and my eyes.
She’s already precocious as hell, as is Dani.
The two of them together are going to be trouble with a capital T when they’re older.
He wraps his arms around both of us, always making us feel loved.
“Hmm,” he coos, “just a few of my favorite girls.”
He kisses my neck and tickles Kendra, much to her giggling delight.
He whispers into my ear, “I want more.”
I turn my head and sink my nose into his neck, taking in his unique Jett scent as I whisper, “More what? Presents? There are more than enough, but I’m happy to provide more naked presents as soon as this is over.”
He smiles. “More kids, you sex maniac. I want us to have another one.”
I jerk my head back in surprise. “What? I had to beg for this one.”
He shrugs. “And it’s one of the most fulfilling things I could ever imagine. I want another.”
I search his gorgeous green eyes to see if he’s joking, but I see nothing but sincerity.
I shake my head. “I’m sorry, love, but we used the last of my frozen eggs. We’re so fortunate the last one worked. I don’t think it’s possible.”
I haven’t gotten a period in over a year. I’m pretty sure I’m in perimenopause. I haven’t even bothered with contraception since Kendra was born, given that the doctors told me natural conception was unlikely.
NINE MONTHS LATER
“Fucking Boner Shakes,” I yell as another contraction hits hard.
From Jett’s mouth to the Boner Shake’s ears. I conceived that week in Jamaica likely because, thanks to the Boner Shakes, my husband was fucking me six times a day. I don’t know what’s in that stuff, but we should bottle it and sell it.
Against all odds, we conceived naturally. My doctor still can’t get over it. He said it was one in a million.
My little miracle baby.
Jett has been over the moon about it. He’s hoping for another girl, but I think it’s a boy. This pregnancy was different from my first two. It could be my more advanced age, but my gut tells me we’re having a boy.
He chuckles. “That’s what you get for sneaking it into my coffee.”
“No one else got pregnant. Just me,” I grit out.
He lifts my hand and kisses it. “I love you, Mrs. Jeffries.”
Two hours later, I watch Jett sit with our son in his arms. He’s huge. Double the weight of Harper and Kendra when they were born. He practically came out as a toddler. I’m still marveling that my little body produced something so big.
We don’t have a name. Jett was so convinced it was a girl that we never bothered to discuss boy names. I’ve had one in mind, having the feeling it was a boy.
“What about Jett Junior?” I ask. “I love your name.”
He scrunches his face. “Nah, he’ll have all these expectations placed on him. I don’t want that for him. He can be a ballerina for all I care. I just want a happy, pressure-free kid.”
I shake my head. “We can call him JJ. JJ Jeffries is badass. I love it, and I just birthed a monster baby from your monster cock, so end of story. His name is JJ.”
He lets out a laugh. “I love it when you get bossy. Fine. Happy wife, happy life.”
The door opens, and Kennedy walks in with Harper, Kendra, and Rose.
“What’s a monster clock?” Kendra asks loudly.
Kennedy bites back a smile as she stares at me. “You’re loud when you’re mad. The whole hallway knows about Dad now.”
Harper has a look of disgust on her face. “I wish I hadn’t heard that. I think I’m scarred for life.”
I exhale a long breath. “I blame the drugs. Kennedy, Harper, Kendra, meet your little brother, JJ. Rose, meet your Uncle JJ.”
Harper giggles. “Weirdest family tree ever.”
I smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
THE END
Thank you for reading Fallon and Jett’s love story.