Page 3 of Omen's Bombshell

Chapter One

Omen

Seven months later

TONIGHT IS PARTY nightat the clubhouse. Friday and Saturday we party no matter what’s going on in our lives. It’s a way for the club to unwind after a long week of work and other club business. While I love the parties, they’re getting a little boring and mundane. I don’t get the rush and excitement I once did knowing even more women were going to fill the clubhouse and I’d have my pick of women to fuck or get a blowjob from. It’s been that way for the last seven months since I got my taste of Oaklynn. No one fucking compares to her and I don’t know what the fuck to do to change this shit. Half the fucking time, my dick doesn’t get hard unless I’m thinking about her and then I’m hard as fuck. If I talk to Homicide about this, he’ll give me a hard time because Oaklynn owns me after one night in my bed and there’s nothing I can do to change it. I’d have thought after seven months it would end, but it hasn’t. If anything, it’s gotten worse and that shit is bothering me more than I thought possible.

“Where’s the wife tonight?” I ask my best friend as he takes a deep pull from his beer. “Didn’t think you’d attend a party without her here with you.”

“She’ll be here soon. She had to finish a project and wait for the babysitter to show up,” he answers me, his voice devoid of emotion as he watches one of the Slayer Slits sit on my lap.

I do nothing to discourage her from sitting on me because this is who I am. A different girl every day and then I’m done with them. Oaklynn is the only one that doesn’t seem to apply to that rule. I’ve had it from the very first time I had sex and it’s one that has worked wonders over the years. It keeps me single and doesn’t allow feelings to become involved in the situation. Feelings have no place in my life because I’ve seen too many women think they’re in love with a biker and end up getting it broken when they realize the guy doesn’t feel the same.

Even though my parents are completely in love with one another, I have never once wanted to have a love like them. I watched my mom cry too many times growing up over the years because my dad simply wasn’t there. There has never been a single time he’s cheated on my mom. That I know as fact. He loves her way too much to ever even look at another woman. Even when they throw themselves at him on a daily basis. My dad wasn’t there simply because he was always busy with club business or on a run for the club. When we needed him the most, my dad was never home. I vowed from a young age not to ever bring a woman or kids into my life for this very reason. Instead, I vowed to be single and enjoy a variety of pussy for as long as possible. There is no way in hell I ever want a kid of mine to feel as if they don’t matter to me. And the only way to ensure that doesn’t happen is to always use condoms and never go back for seconds to give a female the chance to believe they’re important or special.

I love women and want them with everything in me no matter where I see an attractive woman or if she’s with anyone else. I’ve never once had the desire to kiss a woman on the lips or have her back in my bed a second time. One night with Oaklynn made me want to change every single rule I’ve lived by for most of my life. I wanted to kiss her. To devour her lips and have her devour me in return. The need to have her tongue tangle with mine was almost painfully overwhelming more than once when we were together that night. Hell, I can’t even be sure that we used a condom every single time. I still have two left and I can guarantee I had enough for every fucking round of sex we had and no more than that. Fear fills me when I allow myself to truly think about the ramifications of us not using a condom during sex. However, I haven’t seen or heard from Oaklynn in the time since we shared my bed. That gives me hope there’s no lasting consequences of our night together. Because she has ways of getting a hold of me if she ended up pregnant. Melissa would have my number. Though she’s been a little distant when it comes to me. Grudge has too if I’m being honest. Those are the two people here closest to Oaklynn.

The one thing that pisses me off the most about my night with Oaklynn is that when I woke up, I was in bed alone. Usually, that wouldn’t be a problem at all for me. I fuck or get my blowjob and then kick the girl out of my bed. Or I leave her place, the hotel, or wherever we have sex. It doesn’t typically matter to me where I’m with someone. However, I can’t begin to imagine having sex with Oaklynn in the open like is typical at the clubhouse or in some random bathroom if we’re out away from the compound. She’s the kind of woman you keep behind closed doors because no one else deserves to see an inch of her body or hear the delicious sounds she makes when she finds her release or gets close to flying off the edge because of whatever I’m doing to her body. Those are the things you keep to yourself and ensure no one else gets even a hint of her because they’ll want her all to himself.

Oaklynn is the woman you come home early for and do all that romantic shit. Randomly show up with flowers, get her favorite ice cream when she’s had a horrible day, make sure she has what she needs when it’s that time of the month. All the shit I’ve seen my dad do for my mom over the years and what Homicide now does for Melissa. My best friend has no problem going to the store and buying feminine products for his wife. He’ll be on the phone with her asking questions and whatever else to ensure he gets her the right shit. That’s not who I am. I’ll never be that guy if I’m being honest. And the one thing I truly can’t stand is seeing a woman cry for any reason. I will run in the opposite direction as fast as possible if I find a woman crying. The only woman I’ve ever given any kind of comfort to is my mom and I have no doubt everything I did was wrong. She’s too sweet to say anything though. At least to me and those she lets close.

“If you’re gonna fuck this bitch, I suggest you take it out of the common room tonight,” Homicide says as the girl on my lap tries to pull me in for a kiss.

“I don’t fuckin’ kiss. You’ve been around here long enough to know that shit. Try it again and you’ll be out of the clubhouse permanently,” I growl out before turning my attention to my best friend. “I won’t fuck in front of Melissa, Homicide. I know better than that shit. Not gonna promise she won’t know what the fuck I’m about to do, but she won’t see an inch of my exposed skin for any reason.”

“I’ll take both of you on at the same time,” the bitch in my lap says as she looks between the two of us.

“Are you fuckin’ out of your damn mind? I have a wife and loose pussy like you ain’t worth ruinin’ my life for. You got nothin’ I want and don’t bring that shit up again,” Homicide growls, his body tightening in response to the anger now coursing through him with the thought of touching another woman.

“You heard my man,” Melissa says, walking up behind Homicide and putting her hand on his chest from behind. “I suggest you get the fuck away from him unless you want me to rip those extensions from your head as I beat the fuck outta ya.”

“You can’t touch me,” the girl says as I push her off my lap knowing Melissa is about to let the fuck loose on her.

“You’re right, I can’t right now. See, my man knocked me up. Again. I won’t do anything to risk my baby. Especially not for a skank like you. However, that doesn’t mean that some of the other girls in this clubhouse won’t get their hands dirty. Not many here like skanks who go after another woman’s man. It’s fucking desperate and doesn’t allow us to co-exist in this place like we need to,” Melissa states, her voice loud enough for the women surrounding us to hear her.

“No one here will touch me. Do you know who this is?” she questions Melissa, pointing at me as if she has some kind of claim over me.

“I know exactly who that is. Omen is a regular at my home and plays with my kids. He’s my husband’s best friend and the son of the President of this club. What’s your fucking point?” Melissa returns, her voice bored as I laugh at her response because it’s completely her and I wouldn’t expect anything less than that. “Did you truly think because you might get the chance to fuck or suck him you’re special? You won’t get more than one night with him before he moves on to the next skank. I’ve tried to talk him out of his whorish ways, but he just won’t listen. Now, he has to deal with shit like you trying to place a false claim on him. One that won’t get you anything more than a broken heart. You’re one of many and that’s exactly how Omen likes it.”

“I’m different,” she starts before I stand from my chair and look down at the bitch.

“You’re not different at all. I won’t want you after you suck my cock. Wasn’t even gonna fuck you tonight. If you give me a blowjob, I don’t go back for a second time. That’s all I want tonight. So, I’d listen to the ol’ lady before you who actually has standin’ in this club whereas you have nothin’,” I growl out, my voice hard and cold as another girl walks up to me and I pull her under my arm. “Now, you don’t even get the chance to give me a blowjob. I’ll never touch you for any reason. You got no one to blame but yourself for this and you’ll be the one missin’ out on the best experience of your life.”

Without looking back, I bring the girl with me and head for the bathroom on the first floor. This is nothing new for me. I wasn’t lying when I said I only want a blowjob tonight. This woman will do nicely and I don’t need to take her to my room to get what I want when I’m happy to get it in the bathroom here. Opening the door and making sure no one else is in the room, I pull the girl in behind me and rest against the wall.

“Take my cock out,” I order her, knowing she’s gonna have to get me hard because I’m soft as fuck and don’t want to think about the woman who can get me hard when she’s not even in the same town as me.

The girl undoes my jeans and lowers them just enough to release my soft length as she looks up at me through her lashes. A smirk covers her face as she runs her hand up and down my cock. I don’t even fucking twitch in response to her hand on me. Closing my eyes, I let the image of Oaklynn fill me. I picture her soft curves nestled against my sheets, how her hair was spread out across my pillow, and how her softness pressed against the hard edges of my own body. I picture how her eyes would get wide when she was close to finding her release but slid closed when I first slid my cock into her wet, waiting pussy. A few thoughts of one girl and my cock comes to life and becomes hard as fuck.

“Is this all for me?” the girl purrs, her voice grating on my nerves.

“Put my cock in your mouth or I’ll find someone who will. Don’t need you talkin’ or any other shit,” I order her, knowing I’m being an asshole but this shit is pissing me off.

The girl opens her mouth and slides my length inside. She does nothing to cover her teeth to prevent them from scraping against my skin. I hiss out in pain and wrap her hair around my fist, pulling it tight to force her to look up at me.

“Watch the fuckin’ teeth. If you’ve never given a blowjob before, get the fuck outta here,” I state, my voice hard and cold still as I look down at her and watch as her face goes pale.

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