Page 1 of Omen's Bombshell

Prologue

Oaklynn

WATCHING MY BEST friendget 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.

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