Omen’s Bombshell (Dirty Slayers MC #2)

Prologue

Oaklynn

W ATCHING MY BEST friend get married to the love of her life is one of the best days I’ve had in a very long time. Melissa and Homicide have the kind of love you don’t typically see in this new hookup generation and it’s something I want for myself. Yes, I grilled the fuck out of my sister from another mister about Omen. The fucker is sexy as hell and I know if I could take my pick of the men in this clubhouse, I would choose him every single time. There’s just something about him that makes me take a second look at him. I can’t even tell myself what it is about him either. Anyway, I’ve done my duties as a best friend and kept Melissa’s surprise so she could get engaged and then married all in the same day. Homicide and her have waited so long to be together and I can’t blame the man for not wanting to wait another second to make her his wife. So, he put everything together and made the day all about Melissa and gave her the dream wedding she didn’t know she wanted.

I’ve watched them dance, laugh, talk to everyone, and share the small moments only a couple can have together. If there’s one person in this world who gets Melissa more than me, it’s Homicide. He’s always had this sixth sense when it comes to her and has made her the center of his entire universe with their children a close second. Melissa has done the same for him with the exception of their twins being just above the man she loves more than life itself. For her the twins will always come first and that’s the way it should be as far as I’m concerned. Homicide would do the same thing if he weren’t so in love with my sister from another mister. She’s the reason he wakes up every single morning and why he goes out of his way to be the best version of himself.

Sitting at the table reserved for the wedding party, I take the time to look around. These men and women have accepted me without question or hesitation. They’ve done the same thing to Melissa, the twins, and Jace. It’s going to take some time to call him Grudge. For some reason, it’s hard for me to see him as the man he’s become since joining the Dirty Slayer’s MC. Anyway, I watch everyone as they dance, talk, drink, and have a good time. For the first time all night long, I’m left alone since Melissa and Homicide have left to go home for their wedding night. I was fully prepared to take the kids tonight so they could start their honeymoon, but Homicide has a short trip planned for them and I’ll have the kids starting tomorrow morning. That’s why I haven’t really been drinking today. If I’m hungover, I won’t be able to be there for the twins the way they deserve and need from me. That’s not something I’ll ever do to the two most important little people in my life.

My gaze lands on Omen as he sits at a table in the corner. Right now, you can’t tell that he stands at almost six and a half feet tall. Today he’s wearing a red button-down shirt and has the sleeves rolled up showing off his muscled forearms. Not only do his arms make butterflies fill my stomach from how big and muscled they are, but the ink covering his skin does something to me. I want to trace every single design with my tongue as I commit the lines to memory. However, it’s his eyes that truly suck me in and make me feel as if he’s looking deep into my soul to the person I want to be but hide from the world because I’ve always been the weird girl and I’m tired of being that person. Omen’s eyes are a darker blue that sparkle in the light as he watches his surroundings. Despite the few times I’ve been around him, Omen has never once given me any indication that he sees me as anything more than Melissa’s best friend. Someone he has to put up with because I’m in her life and he’s Homicide’s best friend. Our lives have been thrown together and he can’t stand it. Omen can’t stand me for some reason.

“What’s goin’ on over here, Oaklynn?” Jace asks me, walking over and taking a seat next to me with a plate filled with food that he slides in front of me.

Jace is always taking care of Melissa, the twins, and me. At this point, I don’t even know if he realizes he’s doing it. Bringing me a plate of food is one of the many ways he takes care of us.

“Not much. Just biding my time until I can go to my room and get some sleep,” I answer him, picking up my fork while keeping my eyes locked on Omen as he looks my way and a sneer covers his face when he sees Jace sitting with me.

“Who says you have to stay here now?” he questions me as I continue eating the delicious food he’s brought over.

“No one. I just wanted to make sure I was here while Melissa was. I’m happy she found Zeke again and he married her,” I inform him as I turn my attention to him while feeling Omen staring at us.

“You’ll find your guy, Oak. He’s a lot fuckin’ closer than you realize,” Jace responds cryptically as he looks away from me.

“No, I won’t. The guys here are nice and polite but that’s the extent of their friendship. I’m not one of the ol’ ladies and they only see me as a friend of Melissa. She’s made a life here and I’m happy for her. I’ll just always be on the outskirts of her new life and that’s okay,” I tell him as I set my fork down on my plate and ignore my food to give Jace my full attention. “The only guy I’d even remotely consider giving a chance here won’t give me the time of day and wants nothing to do with me. He’s had more than a few chances to let me know if he really wanted me.”

“You know that’s not who he is though. Omen fucks his way through the Slayer Slits because they’re easy and don’t expect anythin’ from him. If he takes that step with you, it comes with a ton of complications. Ones that have a chance of makin’ things awkward if shit goes bad between the two of you since you’re both best friends with a couple deeply in love. Plus, he knows that he can’t just have you in his bed one time. With you, Omen will want things he doesn’t allow himself to think about. That’s why he keeps his distance from you and won’t give you the time of day,” Jace states, not looking away from me as he talks about the one man I’ve wanted in a very long time.

“How?” I question him, my world turning upside down with the knowledge that I haven’t been as careful as I thought about my stupid teenage crush on a man who doesn’t want me.

“I pay attention, Oak. And I know you. I’m one of two people here who truly know you as a person and it’s not hard to see who keeps drawin’ your attention to them. Also not hard to see the fact that he keeps lookin’ at you and has been since you walked through the door. If no one’s told you today, Oak, you look fuckin’ amazin’ in that dress,” Jace tells me, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in close to me. “Now, if you want to go to your room and head to bed, go. Don’t feel as if you have to hang out here with the rest of us. Besides, I think the girls are gonna come out soon and I’m not sure if you wanna be out here when that happens.”

With a nod of my head, I stand from my chair and Jace walks me to the backdoor of the clubhouse. I enter the dimly lit hallway and make my way into the common room before turning and heading up to Homicide’s room. Since they moved into the house, most of his stuff has been moved out and they’re letting me sleep in there while I’m here. Well, tonight since I’ll be at their house with the twins starting tomorrow morning. I hear someone walking in the clubhouse behind me, but I don’t pay any attention since people have been coming and going all night long. And they live here while I live in a different town with my aunt and uncle.

“Oaklynn, what are ya doin’?” I hear Omen’s deep voice as I come to a sudden stop but don’t turn to face the man who has fueled more than a few erotic dreams since the first time I met him.

“Going to bed, Omen. I have to be up to take the kids in the morning and there’s no reason for me to linger out at the party when Jace just told me the girls are getting ready to head out for you all,” I answer him, my voice soft and gentle as I keep giving him my back.

I listen as he continues moving toward me. He doesn’t stop until I feel his hard chest and stomach press up against my back. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs through my entire body from feeling his hard edges pressed against my soft curves. This is the first time I’ve been this close to Omen and the feel of his body combined with the sound of his deep voice is making my body run out of control in ways I’ve never experienced before.

“One night, Oaklynn. I’ll give you one night in my bed so we can work whatever this is between us out of our system. We won’t let it get in the way of us bein’ friends with Homicide and Melissa. I can’t give you more than that and I don’t want to see you again once the mornin’ sun starts to rise in the sky,” he states, his smooth voice reminding me of the smoothest whiskey as his chest vibrates against my back.

“Okay,” I whisper, my voice almost cracking with the excitement flowing through me at the thought of Omen giving me a night with him. Something I never thought I’d get a chance to experience.

Omen grabs my arm and turns me away from Homicide’s door. He leads me further down the hallway to his room. Yes, I know where his room is at the clubhouse. Melissa pointed it out one day when I first came here as one of the rooms that are off-limits. Since that day, I’ve always wondered what Omen’s room looks like. Honestly, I don’t have more than a second to look around before Omen’s wrapped his body around mine and my entire focus is on him and nothing else.

Large, strong arms wrap around me and lift me in the air before I wrap my legs around Omen’s waist. He leans in and presses his full lips against the skin of my neck causing goosebumps to break out along my skin once again. I tilt my head to the side, giving him more access to my neck as my eyes slide closed with the sensations filling me. I can’t stop the moan from escaping while I wait to see what Omen will do next.

“You like this dress, Oaklynn?” Omen’s deep voice asks me, breaking me from the haze his lips against my skin has worked me into.

“Don’t care about it,” I tell him honestly knowing I’ll never wear this dress again since it’s a bridesmaid’s dress and I don’t go anywhere when I’m home that would require me to wear something so special.

In seconds the sound of fabric ripping fills Omen’s room and the cool draft brushes against my back. I don’t look down as the dress leaves my body and falls to the floor at our feet. Omen presses his lips against my skin once again before he starts moving. I don’t know what he’s doing until my back hits the mattress of his bed and he stands above me. Looking up at him, I watch as his eyes roam over my body and take in every single inch of me. The need to cover myself overwhelms me as I start to lift my arms.

“Don’t, Oaklynn. You won’t hide your body from me. I want to see every single inch I’m about to devour,” Omen says, his deep voice is husky and filled with the desire reflecting down at me from his eyes.

As if I have no choice in the matter, my arms rest against the bed once more while Omen starts to undress in front of me. He slides his cut from his shoulders and rests it over the desk chair behind him. I watch as he slowly unbuttons his shirt before removing it from his body and tossing it to the floor at his feet. While he removes his boots, I let my eyes take in his muscled chest that’s covered in more ink. Yes, I knew he had tattoos but now I wonder how far down his body they go. Is there an inch of skin that’s not covered? My eyes move to Omen’s hands as he removes his belt before undoing the dark jeans he’s worn for the wedding. He’s not wearing underwear as his jeans open to reveal the top of his cock. My mouth waters at my first sight of him.

“See somethin’ you like, Oaklynn?” he questions me, his voice muffled as my entire focus is on his body and every inch of skin he slowly reveals to me.

“I see a lot I like,” I answer him honestly as I lick my lips while he steps out of his jeans.

Without responding again, Omen leans forward and removes the panties covering my core. Today I’m wearing a black lace bra with matching panties and I’m thankful I didn’t just wear a pair of my granny panties with a cotton bra for comfort. For some reason, I had to wear one of my new sets that I love because it’s one of my hidden vices. No one knows about the lingerie addiction I have. When it’s not that time of the month for me, I wear sexy panties and matching bras even if no one ever sees them. This is for me and only me.

“You’re sexy as fuck, Oaklynn,” Omen murmurs before he buries his face in my pussy.

I can’t stop squirming under Omen’s mouth as he slides his tongue through my folds before sucking my clit into his mouth. Omen slides a finger into my pussy before slowly pulling it back out, setting a slow pace while adding a second finger and manipulating my clit with his mouth. He sucks and nips on it giving me just the hint of pain that brings me to the edge. My release comes faster than I thought possible. I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and so it's not going to take me very long to orgasm.

“Omen,” I moan out, my voice breaking as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me. “So. Close.”

“Give it to me, Oaklynn,” Omen demands, releasing my clit for a few seconds before sucking it back into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. “Cover my fuckin’ face, Oaklynn. Now!”

I have no choice but to give in to Omen’s demands as I feel my release coil tight before exploding in a myriad of colors and fireworks behind my eyes. Omen doesn’t let up as his fingers continue to slide in and out of my pussy while he bites down one final time on my clit prolonging my orgasm several minutes as my entire body deflates and I can’t move a single inch.

Omen climbs up my body pressing his lips along my stomach until he gets to my tits. He sucks one nipple in his mouth as I feel him move to the side of me. His beard tickles me while letting me feel it’s wetness from him going down on me. Embarrassment fills me with the thought that I soaked his beard with my release. I hear a drawer open and look over to find Omen grabbing a condom from his nightstand. He moves back over my body and I listen to him rip the wrapper open before moving his hands between our bodies. Omen pulls his mouth from my nipple and looks down to watch as he rolls the condom over his hard cock. One I haven’t even seen the full length of yet. I only saw part of it when he started to push his jeans down his thick legs.

“Ready?” he asks me, and I nod my head in response because my breath is still heaving from the release he just gave me.

My eyes slide closed as Omen starts to slide his thick cock in my pussy. The stretch burns a little bit as he slides in an inch at a time, never taking his eyes off of me as I open mine to watch him. I get lost in the depths of his blue eyes when Omen finally bottoms out and has his full length buried deep in my pussy. He gives me a minute to adjust to him before he pulls his hips back slowly. I feel every single inch of him as I wrap my legs around his hips and he picks up his pace while I start to move with him. Our bodies move as one while Omen’s movements speed up. He leans forward and I close my eyes, expecting him to kiss me. Instead, I feel his lips against my neck once again while he reaches between our chests and pulls my nipple while kneading my breast. His other hand grips my hip as he digs his fingers into my skin so hard I know he’ll leave behind marks on my body.

I wrap my hands around Omen’s shoulders as our hips slam against one another, the sound of our skin slapping together is the only sound filling his room besides my soft moans and our panting breaths. Omen releases my tit to pull my leg up higher around his hip, letting him sink slightly deeper in my body. I feel my release once again filling my body, coiling tighter and tighter. My legs start to shake before the rest of my body joins and my moans get louder and louder. I’ve never been the girl who screams down a room when I’m getting fucked. Hell, I’ve barely been able to get off when I’ve been with the few guys I’ve had sex with in the past. Omen isn’t having the same problem with me. He starts to twist his hips, grinding his pelvis against mine, rubbing just right against my clit to send me further over the edge.

“Omen!” I scream out as my orgasm crashes over me and I once again see fireworks and stars from the release coursing through my body.

Omen buries his face in my neck as his movements become erratic and faster than before. He’s now chasing his own release. I bring my other leg up higher while raking my nails down his back. Omen’s grunts fill the room as I dig my nails into his skin. When I go to pull my hands away because I’m not sure if he likes it or not, his movements pause until I put my hands back. I continue to dig my nails into his skin, marking his back in a way I’ve never done with a guy before.

“Fuck!” Omen groans, his hips slamming against me as his movements become even more frantic. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

His words do nothing but build me up even more as I let myself find another release just before Omen slams into me once more before going completely still.

“Oaklynn!” he roars into his room as my release slowly starts to fade and I try to catch my breath to no avail.

My heart is racing and my chest heaves as Omen collapses on top of me. He barely holds any of his weight back from crushing me. Omen’s a heavy man but I relish the feeling of his weight on my body. For the first time in a very long time, I feel small compared to a man. Not just with my height but from the generous curves I’ve always had. I’m not plus size, but I definitely have more going on than most of the women I see around the clubhouse. Of the women I see Omen go off with. I’m not his type and I won’t fool myself into believing I am for any reason. As he said, this is one night in his bed and nothing more than that.

“We’re doin’ that again, Oaklynn,” Omen states when we can finally breathe normally again. “You get one night and I plan on making use of every single minute of our time together.”

“Okay,” I answer him as Omen lifts me in his arms and carries me to his bathroom.

We spend the rest of our night together worshiping one another’s bodies while I try to keep my head and heart on the same page. This means nothing to Omen and I can’t let it mean anything to me. Omen puts me in positions I’ve never heard of before and he lets me explore his body, showing me what he likes. It’s the best night of my life until we finally fall asleep just before the sun starts to rise in the sky. Well, until Omen falls asleep. I silently get up and put on one of his tee-shirts before making my way into Homicide’s room down the hallway. I have things to do today and I’m sure Omen won’t appreciate waking up with me in his bed still. My major surprise of the night is discovering he’s a cuddler. Every time we finished having sex, he’d clean me up and climb back into bed, pulling me into his arms as we rested long enough to go again. The man knows how to work a woman’s body over and I won’t ever forget the way he made me feel.