Page 4 of Omen's Bombshell

She gets back to work and covers her teeth this time so they don’t scrape against my cock. I close my eyes and picture Oaklynn. She gave me the fucking perfect blowjob our night together. There was just enough pressure, her mouth was warm and wet, and she knew exactly what to do to get me there without needing me to direct her. The girl knows how to work my cock and I’ve never had anyone do that shit like her. Just one more reason to want the girl I can’t seem to work out of my system.

Remembering her mouth on me, I picture everything Oaklynn did and it doesn’t take long at all until I feel that all too familiar tingle at the base of my spine. My balls start to pull up close to my body and I know I’m about to find my release as I start to thrust my hips faster and harder. The girl sucking my cock is gagging from having so much of me in her mouth and I can’t find it in me to give a fuck about it. She’s not tapping out or letting me know I’m being too rough with her so I continue what I’m doing.

“Gonna cum. If you don’t wanna swallow, I suggest you release me now,” I warn the girl, knowing I don’t typically give the girl that shit when I’m with them.

To her credit, the girl sucks harder on my cock and doesn’t pull back even though I’ve warned her I’m about to fill her mouth with my release. When I finally push in her mouth one final time, I let myself go as my body tenses and I push off the wall so I’m closer to her. My release fills her mouth and starts to dribble out the corners where I’m slowly pulling my cock out. I watch as she swallows as I shove myself back in my jeans knowing I’ll go up to my room after grabbing a few beers to take a shower and clean myself up. There’s no need to spend more time with this girl than absolutely necessary.

“What about me?” she asks, looking up at me from her knees on the floor as I go to step around her.

“Said I just wanted a blowjob. You want to get off, go find one of the other guys in order to get some more cock,” I tell her as I leave the bathroom and head for the common room once again.

Homicide and Melissa are sitting at the same table and Grudge has joined them. They’re laughing and having a good time. I used to be right there with them until Homicide and Melissa found one another again. No, I don’t blame them for doing whatever is necessary to find the love they shared from the time they met one another in high school. Everyone here knows their story and how they got separated for a long time because of her father. Homicide didn’t keep that shit from us even if he did originally want to deal with the assholes who tried to kill him on his own. Eventually we were all let in. Then Grudge showed up and gave him hope that Melissa was out there and he knew where she was. He worked his magic so they could reunite and get their happily ever after.

After grabbing a few beers from the Prospect behind the bar tonight, I make my way upstairs to my room after nodding toward Homicide to let him know I’m done for the night. Heading to my bedroom alone is also something very new for me. Before it didn’t matter how many girls I brought back in there with me on a daily basis. I could go through three or four girls a day and think nothing of it. Now, there are too many memories of my time with Oaklynn and it doesn’t matter what woman I bring back to my room because none of them remove the memory of the night I had with her. I had her in my bed, against the wall, in the shower, bent over the counter in my bathroom, and on my desk. We were both insatiable that night and it’s one of the many things I can’t forget about her. This girl has wormed her way into my head and life and I can’t stand it. Oaklynn needs to get eradicated from there and I don’t give a fuck what I have to do to make it happen.

Chapter Two

Oaklynn

PACKING UP THE lastof my things, tears slide down my face and there’s nothing I can do to stop them from falling. This is a shitshow of epic proportions and I’m not sure I’m making the best decision. Melissa and Jace have talked me into moving to Frostford to be closer to Omen for the baby. Yes, I’m pregnant from my one night with him and he has no clue about the baby. I could’ve gotten his number from Melissa because I know she has every number for the guys of the club. Homicide doesn’t want her to ever be left vulnerable and not able to get ahold of him if he’s on a run or something. However, the news that he’s going to be a dad isn’t something you deliver over the phone or through a text message. I highly doubt he’ll believe me anyway. Omen doesn’t want a woman of his own or kids. I did get that much from overhearing a conversation between my best friend and her husband when they got back from their honeymoon. Melissa was talking about the possibility of us being together and Homicide shut her down extremely quickly.

That’s not why I’m having such a hard time with the decision to move to Frostford. My uncle just passed away and I’m leaving my aunt all alone as she mourns the loss of her husband. His passing was sudden and none of us even knew he was sick. Apparently, he had a bad heart and never went to the doctor for any kind of check-up. He was at the funeral home all alone and when I showed up for my shift and to finish going through paperwork, I found him unconscious and not breathing. Despite my best efforts at CPR, it was too late and no one could save him. So, now my aunt is all alone and has told me to do what I have to do for myself and the baby I carry. She keeps promising me that she’ll be okay and has a support system in place, but her friends can only do so much to help her grieve. It’s not the same as me being there for her since she took me in when I lost my parents. I feel as if I’m leaving her on her own when I should be there for her instead of putting myself first.

Another reason I’m leaving is because there’s no business to keep me here in Frostford. My aunt and uncle owned a funeral home and from the time I moved in with them, I worked there to help them out in any capacity. Over the last year and a half, I’d taken over all of my uncle’s duties so he barely had anything to do. All the paperwork and bookings were handled by me. When we needed to have extra things for a particular funeral, I made sure everything was set up. Essentially my uncle became the face of the funeral home while I did everything. Including sitting with each family who came through our doors to plan out the funeral for their loved one and then ensure everything happened as it should. My uncle and aunt were happy for me to take over the funeral home since they’re getting older and wanted to think about retiring and leaving me in charge of everything. Until suddenly my uncle made the decision to sell the business. It went through right before he died and we were wrapping up the last funerals we had to take care of before handing it over to the new owners.

My aunt and uncle were shocked and disappointed when I told them I was pregnant and would be a single mom. From the very second I saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test, I knew there was no way in hell I could terminate my pregnancy or give the baby up for adoption. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and since everyone thought I was weird because of my profession, this baby is my only chance to become a mom and have a family of my own. Of being able to love someone unconditionally and know that I’ll be loved in return. Even when my little one is pissed at me because I’m being the bad guy and punishing them for some reason. Omen doesn’t need to be in the baby’s life, but I do plan on telling him about the baby. He has the right to know he’s going to be a dad. Even if he chooses to stay away. That’s the main reason I’m moving to Frostford. If he chooses to be in the baby’s life, I need to be closer to him so everything is easier and he can spend as much time as he wants with our little one.

I can still remember the day I found out I was pregnant like it was yesterday and not seven months ago.

Waking up for the sixth day in a row having to rush to the bathroom to get sick, I know this isn’t the flu or something like that. I’m late and my period is never late. That’s the only thought racing through my mind as I throw up in the bathroom I have in my room. Thankfully I haven’t had my aunt and uncle find me getting sick every single day. It’s hard enough to hide from them that the smell of food and coffee make me nauseous.

After getting sick, I rush through my shower and get dressed before grabbing my bag, phone, and keys to head to the pharmacy. Despite me living with my aunt and uncle for the longest time, I still don’t know many people in town. I’m safe to get a pregnancy test here and it be kept a secret until I’m ready to share whatever news I have to give. Though, deep in my soul I know I’m pregnant. All the signs point to that. Not only am I getting sick every morning but my boobs are tender, I haven’t gotten my period, and I cry at the drop of a hat for no reason at all. So, I head for the pharmacy to grab a few pregnancy tests to take in the safety of my private bathroom at home.

The pharmacy was empty when I made my way inside and grabbed what I needed. Including a few snacks and drinks. Once I’ve paid for my purchase, I head back home and run into my uncle as he heads to the funeral home for the day. He’s already cut back on the hours he spends there. Rushing up the stairs to my room, I shut myself in my room and go directly to the bathroom. On the way back home, I chugged a bottle of water so I’d have to go to the bathroom. Quickly reading the directions on the test, I pee in a disposable cup and take care of business before dipping the three tests I bought. Laying out toilet paper on the counter, I place the tests down on it before getting rid of the pee and cup, I wash my hands and watch videos on my phone as I pass the time until I can look and find out my future. Though, I’m pretty sure I already know the result of the test.

When the timer goes off on my phone, I set it down on the counter, take a deep breath, and look at the three tests sitting on the counter. In seconds I see all three positive signs on them and tears spill over my lashes. This is not what I wanted to happen from my one night with Omen. He doesn’t want anything to do with me and before I left Frostford after the wedding, I overheard him calling me a patch chaser because I was at the clubhouse. He feels as if I’m looking to hookup with all the bikers in the club and trick one of them into making me their ol’ lady. That’s so far from the truth that I said nothing to him. Other than him knowing I heard him, I left the clubhouse and have done everything in my power to avoid going there since that fateful day. Even when Melissa does her best to beg me to come for a visit. I know she spends a lot of her time at the clubhouse and that means I’d have to be there too. I’m not about to see Omen when he wants nothing to do with me or force him to be in the same area I am.

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