Epilogue
Margeaux
One Year Later
Even with the lights off, this training facility is top tier. Clearly, no money was spared for equipment. There’s an entire recovery floor, with stretching rooms, a sauna, steam room, ice baths, massage tables, and even a plant room to just sit and enjoy greenery.
“Frankie paid for all of this?” I ask as Jon gives me a private tour.
A few sports medicine doctors at the hospital have been asked to staff this facility, and he’s become friends with a couple of them.
We’re actually stopping by the hospital after this quick tour to visit a patient for one of Jon’s new friends.
This orthopedic surgeon just operated on a girl who is a couple years younger than I am.
I guess she had a serious injury during a rugby match.
When Jon’s friend heard I was in town, he asked if I’d speak with her, try to cheer her up.
I don’t know what I can tell her. I’ve never had a surgery before—knock on wood—and any injuries I’ve had have been pretty minor, but I’ll do my best to be encouraging.
“I don’t think so. I heard a few other people jumped in at the halfway point when they saw how many people were planning to travel here just to meet athletes and spectate training camps,” Jon says.
Makes sense. Since the women’s title match last spring, my career has skyrocketed.
Everyone had me on their ticket to win the belt this year, but I’m starting to like being the underdog.
Eva won it this year in a crazy match between her and Travis, Jazz’s boyfriend.
Fans were blown away to see a woman defeat a man, and it made Eva’s popularity rise even higher.
She’s even got a couple of girls who knew her growing up in L.A.
coming to try out. They said she’s inspired them, and they want to see more strong Latinas in this program.
In fact, all the girls from last year’s match and I have gotten together to create a non-profit for young girls who are interested in wrestling.
We are planning on hosting a few youth camps at this facility over the year once we get the non-profit fully up and running.
It feels good to give back and to help more girls find this sport.
“Wanna see the ring?” Jon asks.
“Hell yea!” I’m like a kid in a candy store.
Which is funny because there is a candy station in this facility.
We were asked what we would want in this new facility, and a bunch of the athletes and coaches mentioned a candy corner or something.
Sometimes you just need a quick sugar rush to help you push through a training session.
Jon takes my hand and leads me back up to the main hall.
I’m definitely going to get lost in this facility.
I’ll need a map. With it being late spring, it’s already getting hot and humid here in Paramount.
Jon is dressed in gym shorts and a short-sleeve tee.
His tattoo is peeking out at the base of his sleeve, and I love it.
I cried when he showed it to me. I only knew Sammy for a short period, but that boy wormed his way into my heart quickly.
A second tattoo is healing next to Sammy’s.
Jon just had it added a couple of weeks ago.
That’s the kind of guy Jon is; he doesn’t just wear his heart on his sleeve.
He carries the hearts of the people that matter most to him. I love him so much.
We enter the training ring. I go silent. Even my brain short-circuits. No thoughts.
“Does that face mean you like it?” he asks, a smile in his tone.
“I…It’s amazing! Oh my gosh!”
Like a little kid at a new playground, I jump into the ring and start testing out the feel of the ropes and the floor. I do some rolls and practice falls. The floor is a little stiff because of how new it is, but it will get broken in soon enough.
We start training in here next week. A bunch of us are just finishing our official moves to Paramount.
Jon and I discussed getting a new apartment together, but we like the cozy feel of his place.
Plus, between his hospital schedule and my training schedule, we won’t be home a lot.
No point in splurging for a new place just yet.
We did talk about staying in downtown Paramount.
It’s close to the hospital and an easy drive to the training facility.
Plus, our favorite spot is a short walk away.
We visit Shaw at their food truck at least once a week and enjoy those mouthwatering fries in Paramount Park.
“You look good in there, Beautiful,” he says, leaning on the outside of the ropes.
My face heats as I lean against the corner of the ring.
“You gonna do something about that?” I gesture to his shorts where his fat dick is already tenting. We got really good at phone sex and making long-distance work this last year and some change, but fuck, I love fucking Jon.
And we’re always touching when we’re together. Whether it’s holding hands, his arm around my waist, his hand grazing my leg, my hand scratching the nape of his neck. Always. Touching.
“I’m thinking about doing something pretty reckless,” he teases, crouching between the second and third ropes. “Show me,” he says with so much confidence my knees get weak.
I know what he wants to see. I joined him for his last tattoo appointment and had my own appointment as well. I tug down my running shorts, standing in just a pair of cut-off black panties. He gestures with his fingers to tug those down, too.
“Show me, Beautiful.”
I slide my soaked underwear down my legs, and his eyes zoom in on the small jewel adorning my clit. It’s been healing, so Jon has been a very good boy and not played with it, but the wait is clearly over, and my man looks hungry. He falls to his knees and crawls to me, ready to worship at my feet.
“I just want a quick taste.” His voice is husky with need, and I know this man will not be satisfied with a quick taste. I won’t be satisfied with a quick taste.
I tug the collar of his shirt because I love seeing his upper body.
Can chest hair be a kink? It’s become one for me.
I love seeing his manly chest. It’s so primal and animalistic.
He flicks his tongue over my piercing, which directly stimulates my clit.
I lean back into the corner of the ring, resting my arms over the ropes.
“Oooh,” I gasp.
“Sensitive?”
“Mmmhmm. Do it again,” I whimper.
He happily complies and I almost collapse to the floor. This piercing is amazing. I feel my pussy dripping and Jon is quick to lick all of my arousal off my inner thighs and work his skilled tongue in my weeping slit.
The sounds and moans he’s pulling out of me with his tongue, pouty lips, and scratchy stubble are uncontrollable.
“You gotta be quiet, Beautiful. Someone may hear,” he warns, looking up at me, his lips glistening.
“There’s no way I’m gonna stay quiet, Doc. So you can lick me or fuck me. I’m gonna scream no matter what.”
In a frenzied series of seconds, we both shed the rest of our clothing. Jon doesn’t hesitate to give my nipples some love and attention as he slides his thick dick inside of me.
“Oooohh!”
“Uhhhnnn!”
We moan together as our bodies connect. I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping my upper body against the corner support of the ring.
“You feel so good, Beautiful. I’m not gonna last long,” he pants against my mouth, letting me taste remnants of myself on his lips and tongue.
“Me too, Doc. Oh fuck. This piercing is setting me off! Ohhhh!”
“Oh fuck!”
We come together in one of our fastest fucks, but it was so perfect. Jon throbs inside me, and I come again as I feel him painting my insides with his release.
“Mmmm…The ring is officially christened,” I declare.
We both crumble to the floor of the ring and hold each other as we laugh and kiss. I can’t think of a better way to start our lives together in Paramount.
THE END