Om

by ChaShiree M.

  “YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS.” I know my son is already in there, hell he better be with all the jizz I gave her last night. But if not, he is now. I move in and out of her bringing us both down, while our mouths works toward working us back up. She kisses like a angel. Soft and tentative. But then she turns into a succubus trying to eat my face. I love all sides of her. I love HER.

  Once I carry her to the couch, we lie there for a while catching our breath. Just soaking in the silence and the closeness. But I have to know.

  “You done running now, baby?” She doesn’t move an inch to acknowledge I asked her anything. I almost expect her to ignore me. But, that wouldn't be who she is.

  “We’ll see, caveman.”

  “Not letting you go either way.”

  “Good. Don’t.” Smart ass.

  6

  Taryn

  Only after a week I’m going stir crazy. I am worried about my job and I’m worried about my plants. What is Loki doing for baked goods? Fuck. This is literally the first time I’m thinking about my job. God, I get a little bit of the D, really fucking good D, and I forget myself. What does that say about me?

  “Are we ever leaving here?” I ask Om. I am laying on the couch watching the fire he has going in the fireplace.

  “Are you ever going to leave me?” he asks.

  “No, I am well and truly yours,” I say excitedly. Because I am excited. He has become everything to me in a short amount of time.

  “Promise me you will never leave me.” He asks. When I don’t say anything, he raises an eyebrow at me.

  “I promise.”

  “What do you promise?”

  “I promise I will never leave you,” I say.

  “Good. That’s what your man likes to hear. We can leave here, but you’re moving in with me. Now.”

  “Okay,” I say moving from my place on the couch to his lap. I kiss him, our tongues dueling for dominance. “Let’s spend one last night here,” I say, my fingers stroking his chest with his fingertips.

  “What did you have in mind, baby?” He asks grinning.

  I climb off of his lap. He has made this entire week all about me and painstakingly taken his time with me. Shown me how much me loves me. I want to show him that I am in this thing just as much as he is. He was dead fucking serious about a lack of clothes for me, and he’s gone without too. I feel him hot and hard underneath my fingertips. I guide his big dick to my mouth for the first time.

  “Damn, baby. That mouth is golden,” he grunts as he is pulling my hair. I am weirdly proud that he likes what I’m doing. He fucks my mouth and down my throat. I love it.

  He pulls me off of his cock and lifts me on to his lap. My pussy finds his dick immediately.

  “Oh God,” I scream. He is so much deeper this way.

  “I love you, Taryn.”

  “I love you too, Om.” We spend the rest of the night making love and talking.

  The next morning we leave the cabin. He gives me a giant t-shirt to wear and takes me to my place. I pack my clothes and the things I can’t live without. Now, I find myself sitting all alone in our big ass house while he’s at work. I haven’t seen him in a week and I might be freaking out a little bit.

  He left early in the morning last Saturday and couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me where he was going. Or what he was doing. Doesn’t he know that’s the worst possible thing to say to a woman? It’s eating at me. It doesn’t help that at first he was answering my calls. Now there is nothing. I even tried emailing him. I’ve called his brothers and they won’t tell me shit. I feel like a psycho stalker. If I didn’t live in his house, I’d think that he was ghosting me.

  Now that I’m all alone, all these doubts are setting in. Om is too good looking for me. Women must be throwing themselves at him, wherever the fuck he is. I’ve gone about my routine for days now and I am sick of it. This is not what I signed up for. I am not cut out for this life of waiting on a man.

  I’ve been back at work now for a while and the more I am here the more I want to do my own thing. I try to focus my energy on figuring out how to make my dreams a reality, but all my thoughts are on Om. Always on Om.

  So I do the one thing I swore to him I’d never do. I pack some clothes and I leave him.

  It’s been a month and I’m going out of my mind. As far as I know he’s not home yet. At least I know he hasn’t called me. My apartment was re-rented to someone else. I’ve been staying with Danhy, Om’s brother and I am very much pregnant and alone. I am excited about having Om’s baby, but I kinda want Om to be here and actually present.

  I haven’t done much celebrating yet, and I’ve only told one other person. My best friend, Jaymes, who is a waitress at UTGARD. I feel like such a bitch getting so upset over his job, something he loved long before I came along. My hormones and emotions are all over the fucking place. I can’t stop crying but when I do manage to not cry, I am angry. It’s a vicious cycle.

  Jaymes, is sitting across from me on the couch at Danhy’s place. His place is nice, but it doesn’t feel like a home.

  “Taryn, I know how you feel. There’s something about these Jorgensen men. They are animalistic and I love it. Can I tell you a secret?”

  “A secret?”

  “I am a tad bit obsessed with Brand Jorgensen,” she says. I burst out laughing for the first time in I don’t know how long.

  “Um, girl, everybody knows that. You made that abundantly clear,” I say.

  “Well regardless, you should at least talk to him. He deserves to know. That it is baby.”

  “I know and I’d tell him. If he ever comes back. Plus, I’m only nineteen from the world’s smallest town. How can I expect to keep a man as worldly as him,” I ask tears filling my eyes, again.

  “I think you are overreacting. It’s his job. What do you think he’s doing out there, besides saving the world?”

  “Could be anything. He’s so hot, Jaymes and he are the perfect man.”

  “Yeah, perfect for you.”

  “Oh God, he is. What have I done?”

  “Well, good news is he’s not home yet. You could get back over there before he even knows.”

  “That’s a great idea,” I say, but before I can move from my place on the couch the front door bursts open.

  7

  Om

  Damn! I am so glad to be home. When my nephew’s best friend Thane called me and asked me to help him neutralize a threat, I certainly didn't expect for it to take a fucking month. Hell, truth be told the only reason I took the job in the first place is because he explained to me that this is the only thing standing between him taking my niece Erika and making her happy. Lord knows that we all knew that boy was a goner for her decades ago. I would do anything for my family. And apparently so would Thane. That man has earned my respect ten times over after what he did to make it safe for my niece to be happy.

  This has been the longest month of my life with missing my woman. I couldn’t risk the enemy catching on in the event we got found out and caught. Sometimes, dealing with the mafia is worse than dealing with international terrorists. I would never put her at risk. But now, I know I am going to have to pay the piper cause I'm sure she is as mad as a hatter.

  When my key slides into the door, I take my first deep breath knowing I am coming home to her. Walking in the front door feels good. I throw my keys on the table and walk to the back. After walking around I figure she must be at work. But then I notice, her side of the closet is empty.

  WHAT.THE.FUCK? Frantic, I search the drawers and the bathroom and find that everything she brought here is gone. My head begins to pound as I realize what my eyes are refusing to believe. She left me. While I was off saving my niece’s happiness, I was losing my own.

  My legs are no longer able to hold me up as my knees hit the floor. Hands in my head, the roar of her name as it assimilates to the stopping of my heart, can probably be heard through the whole town.

  TARYN!!!

  I have no idea how long I
have been sitting here before I remember who I am. Fuck this shit. She thinks she can just walk out on me? She has got another thing coming. Grabbing my keys, I storm out of the house. The whole drive to UTGARD is painful. I can feel my heart gasping for a rhythm and realizing she is the reason it beats. I repeat to myself over and over that she can’t have gone far. Her whole life is here. I will get her back.

  Walking into UTGARD I feel as if I am a starved lion. Immediately, I know she isn’t here. My body would sense it. I walk back out without going all the way in and go to the only other place I know and driving like a bat out of hell.

  “Loki. No bullshit. Where the hell is she?” I don’t bother with pleasantries. I know he knows something.

  “Good day to you uncle. Glad to see you are back safe. As far as your question….I don’t know but I will go get Tabby. I am pretty sure she does.” He walks to the back of the house. I can’t stop pacing. I try to calm myself, knowing I am this much closer to bringing her home.

  “Om. Good to see you. Loki said you need some information,” she says smirking at me. I relax a bit knowing that she knows why I am here and the answer to the only thing I need to know.

  “Tabby. I swear I am going to do right by her. You know sometimes I cannot help it. But I promise, I am going to make it up to her. Please. Help me.”

  “Well shit. I was going to make you suffer a bit more, but damn. When a man has tears in his eyes like you, I don’t have the heart. She’s at Danhy’s.”

  What the fuck is she doing there? I make the drive in record time. Not bothering to knock on the door, I bust in and my body comes alive as soon as I set eyes on her.

  “There she is. Hey, baby.” I say walking towards her. I expect her to be upset, but what I don’t expect is for her to slap me and walk away.

  “Fuck you, Om.” As soon as I get your sassy ass home.

  “Taryn. Bring your ass back here.”

  “NO!”

  “Woman, look. I know you are mad, but what the fuck did you think you were going to accomplish by moving out? Did you think I would let that shit fly when I got home?”

  “How the hell am I supposed to know? For all I know, you were off doing the cock aerobics with some other bitch.” I am on her faster than a flea on a dog.

  “What kind of bullshit are you spewing now? You know I would never do something like that to you. Why would I slit my own throat when everything I ever wanted and needed is right in my arms?”

  “Whatever. I’m glad you’re back, but I am not going with you.” Fucking pain in my ass. I sling her over my shoulder and walk out the door. I grab her jacket and drape it across her ass, because these shorts show too much.

  She bitches the whole ride. When I finally get her ass in the house and before I get the door locked, I am dodging a lamp flying at my head.

  “What the fuck Taryn? What the hell is wrong with you?” She is acting like a crazy fish wife.

  “I’m pregnant you asshole. And you left me here alone. For a whole fucking month. You said you would keep in touch. You lied to me. You son-of-a-bitch.”

  Pregnant? A baby. She’s having my baby. My mind is swirling with visions of her stomach housing my kids. Her skin glowing and full of life. Kids running through the house laughing and calling me dad as she bakes, and keeps my home. This lightheaded feeling takes over me and I fall to the couch. Wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her to me as she fights me, I put my mouth to her stomach and give thanks for this blessing.

  I realize she has stopped fighting and when the tears hit my face, I look up.

  “Baby, don’t cry. Please. I’m so sorry. I swear it will never happen again. I will retire from the rescue part of it effective immediately. Well, I have one more mission I am already on the books for coming up soon. Just know I love you so much Taryn. Thank you. Thank you.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. I feel so out of control with my hormones and all. The doctor said it’s normal, but it feels so…extra. I missed you so much and I was going through this alone and I just… I love you, Om. I know I seem hard and like I don’t need anything or anyone, but you. I need you. Always.”

  “I know baby. I need you, too. I love you so much.”

  After this last mission, I am never leaving her again. As long as I live.

  8

  Taryn

  “Taryn, you have made me the happiest man in the fucking world,” he says with his face pressed back into my belly and his hands squeeze my ass. Fuck, I’ve missed him and his touch. I crave it, even when I was pissed at him, I craved him.

  “I am happy too, but you shouldn’t quit. Those girls need you,” I say. I moan when his fingers trace my pussy lips from behind.

  “I can still do my job from here. I am obligated to do one more mission, but I will make sure to keep in constant contact with you,” he promises.

  “I feel like such a whiny bitch and I can’t stand myself, I needed to talk to you. Why couldn’t you call me?” I ask. That is the one thing I have been struggling with. He shouldn’t have to deal with my extra-ness on top of a stressful job, though. I know this. Military wives have been dealing with this since the beginning of time, I should be able to handle it.

  “I don’t take my phone with me. Instead, I use a satellite phone and I can’t believe I didn’t think to give you the number. I didn’t do right by you. That will never happen again, rest assured.”

  “Okay, Om. I love you. I’m sorry. I’ve been going insane without you and I don’t know how you did it.”

  “Did what?”

  “Make me need you like I need oxygen,” I say, running my fingers through his hair.

  “Oh baby. You have no idea how much I need you. I love you, too baby.”

  “Show me,” I demand.

  He stands and lifts me up, carrying me to our bed, laying me gently on it. The bed I left. He rips my flimsy pajamas off, leaving me naked before him. He pulls his own clothes off joins me.

  “Fuck, you are beautiful,” he says looking down at me, caressing my belly.

  “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” I say. He grins and leans down kissing my pussy. Using his tongue, he gets me off quickly. I come screaming his name. “Fuck, I missed you, missed this, missed us.”

  “Me too, baby. Me too,” he says as he moves up my body, kissing me. The taste of myself on his lips lips makes me even wetter. He slides his thick cock inside me. “It’s like coming home,” he says as pumps in and out of me.

  Eventually, we stop making love and lay in bed for hours talking. Eventually, the subject turns to better things.

  “You’re gonna marry me as soon as fucking possible,” he says and I grin. As far as a proposal goes it wasn’t the best, but I don’t need all that fuss. I just want him. Since it wasn’t really a question I don’t really need to answer, but I do anyway.

  “Yes,” I say, kissing his chest. Really, what else needs to be said?

  “Damn right.” He kisses me hard and hot. His hand on my neck controlling my movements. Damn, I’ve missed his lips on mine. When he pulls away from me, I tuck my head into his chest.

  “What are you thinking for names?” I ask him changing the subject.

  “Baby names?”

  “Yes. I want a unisex name, because I want to be surprised.” I know it’s super easy to find out these days, but there is something about the not knowing that intrigues me. It’s very old school but I like old school.

  “We have plenty of time for that baby. Plenty of time,” Om says, stroking my back. “Your skin is so soft, baby. So soft,” he murmurs.

  “Aren’t you sweet? I know that we have plenty of time and I am excited, you know. I didn’t know I wanted this life. You. All of it. If you hadn’t kidnapped me and I hadn’t realized I was so totally in love with you, this never would have happened.”

  “I know. I may have gone about this all wrong and Viking-ed the shit out of you, but I can’t say I am upset with the results.”

  “Me either,” I say.
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  We lay naked and completely entwined for hours, until I need to get out of bed. I have to use the bathroom and I’m starving. I look at him sleeping and realize I can’t live without him. I tried. It was awful and I never want to go through something like that again.

  I am so totally happy right now, I can feel down in my bones. But, that doesn’t mask the feeling I have deep, deep down in the pit of my stomach. Dread like I’ve never known is bearing down on me and I can’t for the life of me guess it’s origins.

  I go about my business and climb back into bed with the love of my life and try to push it aside. Tears fill my eyes as I realize that I can’t.

  Why can’t I?

  9

  Om

  2 weeks later in Juarez, Mexico

  “Om, are you listening to me?” I turn to look at Colonel and by the look on his face I can tell I haven’t heard a damn thing he has said.

  “Brother, I don’t know where your mind is right now, but those girls in there are waiting on us to rescue them. I need you to be here and present with us. Can we count on you?”

  I know he is right. We are knee deep in cartel shit right now and in the murder capital of the world. The last thing I need to be is distracted. However, my head is not in it. I can’t help but think about Taryn and how I left her alone again, pregnant. Although, she knew it was my last mission and it really is, my heart is with my wife and our baby in Bleak.

  Not to long after I got back from the last mission we got married in a short, simple ceremony. My family and her friends. We didn’t want a lot of fanfare. That is not our style. We erected a tent in the back yard and decided to make it a BBQ thing. She wore a beautiful floor length silk gown. Hair down. Barefoot. I decided on khakis and a button up. Also barefoot. It was simple. And it was us. We decided to forgo a honeymoon until after this mission.