Epilogue Fantasy
Sienna
Sometimes the best way to move forward... is to just let go. Not all stories have some fairytale beginning. Sometimes, the things most worth it in life put you through hell first, and for me, that’s Osiris Soto.
Nothing about this was as easy as breathing or any of the other cliche things you hear about epic romances. It was gritty and hard, full of lies and deceit that came from a good place, but nearly tore us apart. We didn’t fall in love, I tripped him and he pushed me. But we are in love. Tried, tested and true.
And I wouldn’t change any of it.
Looking at him now, sitting on our couch with our friends rooting for our team, I realize that through all of the bullshit, he turned my fantasy into a reality. It’s such a simple thing, really, having a game day party with appetizers and beer. Something most people are probably used to. But for me, it’s the mark that I made it. That I found someone I’m willing to share my space with, and beyond that, someone I want to share the rest of my life with.
“You want another beer?” I ask, calling from the entrance to the kitchen. Lydia’s boyfriend Nate answers with a yes even though I wasn’t asking him, and Si jinxes Cohen when they both answer at the same time.
Chuckling, I grab enough for everyone and sit on Osiris’ thigh. Maybe there’s something twisted inside of me, but taking a seat on a convicted murderer’s lap feels so natural I melt into him when one of his arms wraps around me to keep me there.
It hasn’t been perfect. We’ve argued and pushed each other’s buttons, and he’s clung to me like a crazy person when I’ve attempted to have space. It wasn’t until he got news of his mom’s passing that I realized what his problem was. I’m all he has. Yes, he has friends now even though him and Lydia argue every time they’re around each other — I’m still the one person in the whole world he finds comfort in. Go figure the idea of losing me makes him go insane.
He’s working on it, but most of the time I find it hard to complain at all. The man loves me. “You smell good.”
I absolutely smell like pico de gallo, but he nuzzles into me all the same. “Glad you like the smell of onions and jalape?os,” I laugh. “You smell like grass.”
“I showered,” he argues, fingers curling into me tighter. “Remember? You were in there with me.”
We definitely weren’t focused on cleaning ourselves, but the reminder makes me smile anyway. “That wasn’t me, it must’ve been your other girlfriend.”
“I’ve only ever had one,” he growls low in my ear. “And sometimes she likes it when I spank her.”
“She likes that all the time, which may or may not be the reason she goads you,” I whisper loudly. “But shhh, don’t tell people that.”
“We can hear you, by the way,” Cohen whispers louder, making Si laugh sharply.
I know that. But god, Si has a great laugh. It’s one that comes from somewhere deep, not anything superficial. He laughs with his whole body. “Just shut up and watch the game.”
Cohen sticks his tongue out at me like a kid before flicking his eyes back to the screen, and I catch Lydia side-eying him with a look that can only mean one of two things: either she wants to fuck him, or she’s scared of him.
Hell, maybe it’s both. Sucks for her boyfriend, though.
Si doesn’t notice, he just moves me onto his lap more so I can feel him under me, his hands gripping my thighs possessively, and then focuses back on the game. It doesn’t last long enough though, because Seattle gets an interception that has every man in that room getting to their feet excitedly as they run it back, and mine uses that opportunity to lift me up and carry me off to the kitchen as soon as they reach the end zone.
He kisses me like we’re celebrating the touchdown, but I know better. Our conversation only made him crave more of me. “Soon as everyone leaves and we drop off leftovers to the Winchesters, I want your ass.”
My stomach still flips like it’s the first time, even though it’s far from it. I can handle it when he tells me he wants my pussy or my mouth, but there’s something about the way his eyes darken and his lips move when he tells me he wants my ass that makes my breath catch. “Oh, do you? And what if I say no?”
“You won’t,” he growls, rutting himself against me. “Now you got me hard in sweatpants, baby. Love it when you tell me no and don’t mean it.”
And I love how feral he gets about it. It’s become my favorite little game.
Reaching down, I slide my palm down his cock with a sideways grin. “That’s what you get for wearing sweats around our friends. That’s supposed to be just for me.”
“Well you’re supposed to wear panties around our friends, and yet...”
He slips his hand into the front of my pants with a grin just as Cohen interrupts us again from the living room. “We can still hear you.”
Grinning, I rock against Si’s hand then pull back. “Oops.”
“Sexy fucking tease. Get back on my lap.”
He tosses me over his shoulder to carry me back without giving me a chance to respond, but every single person in the room looks at us with understanding instead of judgment when I’m finally settled again.
They know just like we do that after everything, the ups, downs, breaks, and mends, that Osiris and I found our perfect matches in each other just like a lock and key.
And something tells me we’re just getting started.
Osiris
Every moment of every day I know that I’m a lucky man, but there are always specific moments where I’m reminded.
This is one of them.
As I sit here surrounded by friends with the most beautiful woman in the world on my lap, all I can feel is how fucking blessed I am. Not in a million years would I have ever imagined I’d have this back when I was in prison. Even on the hardest nights I’d try to imagine a life where I’d finally have happiness, and it never once held a candle to what Sienna has given me. With her I no longer fear the storm, I welcome it, because not even the worst tornado could ever rip her from my arms. There is nothing that could ever take my eyes off of her, and even if I’m not there yet, I will continue to work each and every day to be the man she deserves.
She is my strength, my heart, my joy, and soon she will be my wife.
Everyone told me my life was over the moment I killed my father, but now I see that was only the beginning of my story, and I was always meant to be more than a convicted killer.
I was meant to be hers.