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Tears fill my eyes from his words because I didn’t need to say a word to him about anything I was thinking or feeling. After a minute, he pulls away from me and climbs on his bike before holding out his hand so I can get on behind him. Once we’re both settled, he starts the engine up and the vibrations rush through me causing me to shiver as I wrap my arms around him tight and press my body against his strong back. In seconds, he’s pulling away from the cottage and we’re riding down the road. I savor the feeling of the wind rushing by us along with the feel of his body against mine. Of feeling his muscles tense and relax as he moves while controlling his beast of a bike. I forgot how freeing this is and I can see myself quickly becoming addicted to riding with Omen as often as possible.

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Omen completely surprisedme. He didn’t take me to some random place in town that he goes to get away from everyone. We pulled into the parking lot of Calhoun’s, his garage. With only the two of us there, I got to see a different side of the man who captured my attention from the first second I laid eyes on him. I was given the gift of a glimpse into another part of his life as Omen showed me around the entire place and answered any questions I had for him about everything. The surprising part for me is that even though this is a garage and they mainly deal with custom builds and restoration work, it’s clean as hell and not like garages I’ve seen in the past that have tools laying all over the place with the overwhelming smell of grease, oil, and other smells associated with garages. The floor was even spotless as I looked around at everything. This is something Omen built from the ground up with the help of those who work with him and share his passion for building something from nothing.

We’ve been here for a little over two hours now and I’ve been watching him work on the bike for the fire department. They’ve started getting the various parts back in and he’s explaining everything he’s working on as he goes. For the first time, I’m seeing him without the weight of the world and the club resting on his shoulders. Omen is completely relaxed as he slowly builds the bike again.

“What do you think of it here?” he finally asks me once he’s gotten almost a quarter of the bike put together.

“I think this place is amazing, Omen. In every aspect of it, I can see how much of yourself you’ve invested in it. And watching you work on this bike, you’re completely relaxed and not weighing yourself down with everything you have on your mind when you’re not here. Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with me,” I answer him honestly as I look at where he’s standing next to the bike that’s been built with the heart and soul of the men who have contributed to it.

“I’ll share everythin’ with you, Oaklynn. Every part of me belongs to you. I spent almost a year fightin’ what I felt for you and it’s the worst thing I’ve ever done. I missed so much. Not just in your life, but throughout the pregnancy. All because I was a stubborn fucker and didn’t believe I could make a relationship work. You’ve given me so many gifts and I’ll never be able to show you what it means to me,” he says, walking up where I sit on a stool and pulling my body closer to his. “You’re makin’ it easy to fall for you, Oaklynn, and I don’t think I’d be able to stop if I truly wanted to. Not that I do. I’m all in, Baby Girl.”

“And I’ll get better at letting you in, Omen. It’s hard for me and Melissa is the only one who knows absolutely all of my secrets. Jace knows a lot of my life, but you’re the one who deserves to know every single detail about me. While I want to take this slow, I kind of feel as if I’m holding you back from your life,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I give him one of my secrets.

“How do you figure you’re holdin’ me back from my life?” he questions me, his voice filled with concern and worry as he looks down at me.

“Well, I know you have a past and were constantly having sex. I’m still not cleared for sex. Even then, I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to take that step with you again. While I’m not going to stop anything from happening naturally, I’m not gonna force the issue either. Part of me wonders if you’re gonna cheat on me and go back to fucking everyone available to you because it’s not something I’m prepared to give you,” I tell him as my voice wavers and tears fill my eyes that I try to hold back.

“Oaklynn, it’s not gonna happen. Yeah, I’ve got a horrible past and fucked any girl who looked my way. Or got my cock sucked instead of fuckin’ them. I haven’t fucked anyone or gotten head since the day you walked back in the clubhouse. Yeah, those skanks went up to my room with me, but I wasn’t plannin’ on fuckin’ them. If I were, I would’ve taken them instead of tellin’ them I was gettin’ a shower. It was more to make you jealous because I was fightin’ how you make me feel,” he says, pulling me into his body even more and wiping the few tears from my face that have escaped my eyes. “I’m all in and no one will ever compare to you, Oaklynn. If you wanna wait to have sex, we’ll wait. I don’t have to fuck every woman I come across. I will remain faithful to you and you won’t have to worry about me fuckin’ around behind your back. There’s too much at stake for me to risk the two of us.”

“Okay. If these thoughts start to overwhelm me again, I promise I’ll try to talk to you about it. I’m all in too, Omen.”

“When we’re alone, it’s Kellan. I want to hear my name from your lips and no one other than my parents call me by my given name,” he says, pressing his lips against mine as I moan in response to his touch as my body melts into his.

After kissing me senseless, Omen cleans up the mess of working on the bike and we leave the shop. Riding through town, Omen takes the long way to the cottage as I keep my body plastered against his. When we get to the cottage, Melissa and Homicide decide to stay for dinner with us. Our night is spent with our best friends, the kids, and a ton of laughs as we make new memories. It’s one of the best nights of my life and I can’t wait to do it again. Especially when Omen made sure he was constantly touching me in one way or another. It’s something I won’t get over any time soon since I’ve been dreaming of this for so long and never believed it would happen.

Chapter Twenty-One

Omen

IT’S BEEN THREE dayssince I brought Oaklynn to Calhoun’s and shared that part of myself with her. For me, being in the shop and working on bikes is where I’m the most comfortable and relaxed. Everything I’m carrying on my shoulders melts away and I can get lost in the work I’m doing. Especially when I’m working on a custom build. My focus isn’t on anything except for making the client’s dream come true and bringing their vision to life. Oaklynn never once complained when she sat here for hours with me. She talked and asked me questions about what I was doing and we discussed in more detail about us. I honestly wasn’t sure what she would think of me bringing her here, but I shouldn’t have worried because Oaklynn is someone who goes with the flow and doesn’t complain about much of anything.

The other thing I believed she’d be doing is constantly checking her phone and checking on Amanda even though our best friends were the ones watching her. This is the first time she’s left Amanda at the cottage with anyone since she was born. While I know we were both anxious to get back to her, Oaklynn didn’t once check her phone or call Melissa to check on the baby. She gave me her attention and was in the moment with me. To see her interested in what I was doing and the various parts of the bike I was putting back on the frame made me realize this is where I’m truly meant to be and that Oaklynn is the woman I need to make my ol’ lady. She’s invested in my life and wants to be involved in every single part of it. Even if it means sitting in the shop with me for hours while I work on a bike. No one’s ever done that for me before and I don’t know anyone else who would. Other than Melissa. She wouldn’t hesitate to sit with Homicide if he decided to bring her in to get extra work done if we were on a deadline and cutting it close or something.

When we got back to the cottage that day, our entire focus is on Amanda. Oaklynn has started doing tummy time with Amanda. She lays her on her lap for a minute or so and then she picks her back up. Oaklynn kept a close eye on our daughter to make sure she liked tummy time while I watched them. Plus it will allow me to do the same thing with her when I’m here with them. I want to do everything Oaklynn does with our daughter because the need to be a hands on dad is something I need to do. I’m not sure how I ever believed I’d be able to walk away from my child and Oaklynn. Every second I spend with my daughter is a memory I’m making with her and for the first time I truly get why Homicide loves spending time at home with his family. I’d rather be here with my girls instead of sitting at the clubhouse drinking until I can hardly stand and having to push the Slayer Slits away from me. The appeal of getting drunk every single night has lost its edge.

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