Epilogue Part 2

I fucking hated this. Hated it with a fiery passion. The only reason I was doing any of this bullshit was because Oisín was sitting at the side of the room, watching me intently, and I knew I had no choice in the matter. If I even attempted to fight against what Ben was instructing me to do, Oisín would bring out the big guns—he'd order me to do it.

Ben knelt beside me, a twitch of a smile playing on his mouth. He knew Oisín had me by the balls. The bastard. "All I need is another five straight leg raises. I know it hurts."

"We've been at this for hours," I growled out. I was a sweaty mess, my entire body drenched, and my muscles ached, the tightness a reminder of all the shit my knee had been through. I was well on my way to healing, but that didn't mean I could quit the physical therapy. Oisín made sure I couldn't.

"Healing is?—"

"Time and patience. Fuck, I know. Don't give me that hippie shit." I rolled my eyes when Ben laughed.

"You're still going to feel the pain, Reed. You've reinjured yourself a few times. That's why I'm here. To make sure there's no permanent damage."

I huffed. He was here for more than just my knee. My whole body was fucked, even though it'd been a while since I was in the chair at Mount Pleasure. I'd forever have the scars to prove it, but at least I wasn't dead. Right now, my knee was the priority, though.

"Five more," Ben instructed.

"Is my beast giving you trouble, Ben?" Oisín rose from his chair and sauntered over to us, his arms crossed and a twist of a teasing smile on his mouth. "Because if he is, I'll have to remind him that if he wants to keep fucking me, I need him back at full strength."

"I could fuck you on one leg and no fingers, Master."

His eyebrows shot up as Ben turned away to laugh into his fist. "I'm glad we don't have to test that theory. Now, do the last five straight leg raises that Ben asked you to do, and then I'll take you to the shower and give you a reward."

"Are you going to wash my body, Master?"

I received a wink in answer.

Ben cleared his throat, and I sighed, falling onto my back on the soft mat beneath me. I stretched out my leg and raised it until it was nearly vertical to my body before lowering it again.

"One," Ben said. "Keep it up there for ten seconds."

I grunted at him. Sweat beaded on my forehead, a drop sliding down the side of my face, but I ignored it as I kept my leg raised like he wanted. After hours upon hours of exercise, I was ready for this to be over. My knee ached. I craved a hot shower and time to relax on the couch and binge watch the latest movies, an activity I'd discovered I enjoyed, especially when Oisín was cuddled up against my side. We would make popcorn and settle in with drinks and snacks.

"Leg down and up again, then hold for another ten seconds."

I huffed and did as Ben instructed. "Have I told you today that I fucking hate you?"

Ben laughed loudly. "Not today, but I was getting worried because you hadn't said it yet."

Oisín shifted and moved to the floor so that his chest was pressed against the leg I had raised. He rocked his hips forward, his hard-on brushing against my ass.

I snorted out a laugh. "Don't even think about it, Master. Your cock's not getting near my hole."

"I'm helping, Beastie." He winked at me and wrapped his arms around my vertical leg, rocking and humping against it. If this was an attempt to distract me, it worked, and by the smirk he was giving me, he knew it, too.

Ben held up his hands in defeat, shaking his head. "I'm going to leave you two alone. It's safe to say we are done for today."

I snorted out a laugh as he said his goodbyes and left the home gym. When he was gone, I cocked my head and watched Oisín as he continued to roll his hips against me, his hard bulge brushing my bare thigh.

He winked. "Ready for that shower, Beastie?"

He stood and held out a hand to me, and I took it, letting him haul me to my feet as gently as someone like Oisín could. Tugging on my hand, he guided me out of the gym and toward the bathroom. When we got through the door, he hooked his fingers under the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head before working my shorts off next. I let him get me naked, dumping my underwear at my ankles before I cupped his face in my hands and leaned down to kiss him. The burst of his taste assaulted my mouth, and I closed my eyes, savoring everything about him that made my heart throb as much as my cock.

Then, I let him lead me into the shower. Like he'd promised, he washed me down, taking his time to lather me up with soap before rinsing it off. He massaged my sore muscles, fingers kneading all the right places, and if I moaned, then that was between me and Oisín. I fucked him right here, too, his hands splayed on the tiled wall of the shower as I drilled into his tight hole, his groans and whimpers of pleasure echoing around the confined space. It was quick and dirty, and he came sobbing my name in a begging mantra while I buried myself deep inside him and had met my own release.

Afterward, we dried off and got dressed in some comfy clothes.

He stared at me carefully as I yanked my shorts up my thighs. "Movie night?"

I hummed in acknowledgement. I couldn't quite explain how we'd gotten to a point where watching movies became a regular thing in our lives, but it had. It started with Oisín joining me on the couch in the theater room randomly and watching the new Sherlock Holmes after a particularly long day that had consisted of a stakeout. Now, it'd become a ritual. Every Friday night, we would settle on the couch with a blanket and snuggle—or sometimes more—and watch an action movie.

Tonight was no different. As soon as we got to the theater room fit for a king, I fell onto the soft couch while he took the spot beside me, snuggling in close as he folded his legs underneath himself. Throwing an arm around his shoulders, I perused the selections on our to-watch list.

"What about this one? Looks like it has car chases and Austin Butler."

"Who?" Oisín yawned and smoothed a hand over my stomach.

"Him." I opened the movie to the preview, and he hummed when the good-looking dude came on the screen. The actor was hot, something I'd been coming to terms with lately. Oisín wasn't the only guy who did it for me, but he was the only one who could get me hard as a fucking rock.

"He's pretty." He tilted his head. "He has nice lips. Is that your type? Because my lips are sexier than his." He popped his mouth out toward me, and I dropped a kiss on it.

Rolling my eyes, I decided not to answer, instead choosing to switch to the next movie. "This one? It's about an art thief and it has your crush, David Tennant."

He shrugged as though he needed to make excuses. "He's hot." Shooting me a grin, he nodded. "Yeah, let's go with that one. It'll be fun to see how much they get wrong about art thieves."

"Hot? He's ancient."

Oisín gasped and poked me in the ribs, and I wriggled away from his attacking finger. "Slander! Take that back. He's not that old, and he's devastating. Admit it. He's roguish. Sexy enough that they had him play Casanova, for fuck's sake. More manly than your pretty Austin Butler."

I chuckled and slapped him gently on the upper arm. "We can agree to disagree."

He snorted. "Oh, we'll be disagreeing all right, Beastie, and it'll involve me inflicting some pain on you for insulting David Tennant. Later, though."

My chuckles turned into a roar of laughter and I shook my head. Finally, I hit Play on the movie.

About ten minutes in, he got a text message and hummed tiredly as he read it. "Sloan called a meeting. I guess he's got another heist he wants us to do."

I made a sound of agreement. It'd become a regular thing to get a message from Mr. Killough asking for us to complete a job. While I wasn't sure if he outright trusted me, I hadn't given him a reason to throw me in a grave, either. I'd helped Oisín on more than a few jobs for Mr. Killough.

"We need another payday," I murmured, tugging him closer to my side.

He merely smiled in response before throwing his phone on the couch.

We didn't get far into the movie before he began to softly snore, his breath teasing the crook of my neck. I tugged him closer and laid a gentle kiss on his forehead, causing him to mumble something against my skin. Goose bumps tickled my flesh and I smiled, a warmth blooming from my chest and through my entire body.

This was nice. Everything had turned out well. Sure, my brothers weren't talking to me, but there was nothing I could do about that. Tom had a right to hate me, but I had a feeling I hadn't seen the last of him. He disliked Colorado and I didn't see him staying there for long.

My relationship with Oisín was settled. We loved each other in our own twisted way, and it was pretty fucking awesome.

He moaned in his sleep and wrapped his arms around my middle, snuggling in tighter.

"I love you," I whispered to him.

He smiled in his sleep. "Love you, too, Beastie."