Om

by ChaShiree M.

  Now here I am sitting in a hotel room right on the border of Juarez and Texas, staking out the Palacio of Benito Montero. The ringleader of the biggest sex trafficking ring in Mexico. We got called in when Colonel Crank and his recon partner Axel got a package from President Louden, that Senator Michaels daughter Kimbella and her friend Saffron being the two abductees.

  Ordinarily, I would sit shit like this out and be the lookout. However, Crank and I go way back. His family is from Moosehead and comes from a long line of soldiers. He became a mercenary after all was said and done bringing along Axel and his twin brother Diesel. I trust the skills these guys have as much as I do my brothers and when I think of girls being treated like cattle, the rage inside me soars. I was meant to be on the inside of shit like this. But finding Taryn changed everything. Now, I need to be with her. Every second of every day.

  “JORGENSEN!!! Seriously. If your head is not in it, you can wait in the humvee with Diesel when we go in.”

  Shit Om. Get it together. It’s the last mission. Man up.

  “I’m here Crank don’t worry. What did Diesel pick up off the drone?”

  “He said he counted 6 guards inside, 3 outside and a mass of bodies in the basement.”

  “I’m assuming the mass are the girls?”

  “Looks that way. Alright so, you take the tank. Axel and I are going to go in on foot once we make it to the rendezvous point. You come behind us with the automatic and provide cover.”

  “Well, let’s get this shit done. My wife is waiting for me and I am done making her wait.”

  “Yea man I heard. Congrats! Never thought I’d see the day Om Jorgensen would be spent over a woman.”

  “Whatever asshole. Let’s get this done.”

  He and Axel leave the room. I strap my guns into the holsters and the knives under my pants. Remembering my promise, I shoot Taryn a message telling her I’m fine and it is almost over.

  With that done, I walk to the tank, get inside and BOOM!

  10

  Taryn

  At first, I was feeling reassured by his text message. But now, a few hours later I am sitting on a plane next to my badass mother-in law Enid. We are heading to a hospital where they have taken him. We are holding hands and I am praying. I am trying to conjure up Bill’s words from our wedding and somehow. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine from Song Of Solomon chapter six verse three, isn’t really comforting me right now.

  Instead, I am finding strength from Isaiah chapter thirty-five verse four, Be brave; don't be afraid. Your God will come with vengeance, with divine revenge. He will come and rescue you. I need this to be true. The details of what happened are spotty at best. All I know is that my husband is lying in some shitty hospital in a place I’ve never even heard about. I am getting to him as fast possible, but it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

  When we arrive at the hospital, if you can call it that, we wait for a doctor to come talk to us.

  “Mrs. Jorgensen?” Both Enid and I answer. Then I clarify who each one of us are to Om.

  “I am his wife, this is his mother. What can you tell us about my husband’s condition?”

  “I am his attending physician, Dr. Garcia. He is in a coma. It’s not an induced one so he can come out at any time, if he ever does. He has a few burns on his lower legs and a broken nose, but we set it while he was out. A broken nose starts to fusing together as soon as the swelling goes down. Both of his eyes are black and blue, and the cut on his forehead has been stitched. There are one hundred stitches to be exact. I’m sorry, but at this point it’s a waiting game.” I lose my shit at the news we have just been given. I start sobbing uncontrollably. I don’t know what I’d do without Enid here with me.

  “Forgive her. She’s pregnant,” Enid says when the doctor looks uncomfortable. He’s a doctor for heaven’s sake, surely people freak out in this place.

  “Can we see him?” I ask, as. I am out of breath and only want to cry more.

  “Of course. This way, ladies,” Dr. Garcia says. We follow him into a depressing room without windows. My strong man is hooked up to countless machines and I am powerless to do anything about it.

  “Om, we’re here,” Enid says. “You get better now, ya hear me boy? I don’t want to have kick your ass.” My watery smile is a welcome at this time. Seeing him this way has me upset beyond belief. I love him so fucking much and now that I am faced with a possible reality without him in it, I can’t handle it. I need to do better and be stronger for him. He he would do anything for anyone, whatever needs to be done. Straightening my back, I dry my tears. Enid looks over at me.

  “Good girl. You sit and chat with him, I’ll rustle us up a couple of sodas,” she says before leaning down and kissing Om’s cheek then leaving.

  “Oh baby,” I say as soon Enid leaves the room. “What are we going to do without you?” I hold his surprisingly warm hand in mine and begin to tell him about the last two weeks.

  Over the course of the next week it’s much of the same thing. Some of his work buddies have come by to check on him. Colonel, Axel, and Diesel are really nice guys who feel terrible at what happened to Om. Enid and I sit and talk to him about everything and nothing.

  I’ve gotten really into a telenovela, Por amar sin ley. Thank God, I speak Spanish. Translated, Laws of Love is intense like a train wreck and I can’t look away. It makes me want to work in that law firm. On Friday, Enid leaves to take a nap at the hotel. She is an awesomely cool lady and has been telling me stories of her life in the sixties as what I’m gonna call a spy. I know she’s just telling me these things to take my mind off of Om and I appreciate it, but damn the stories are juicy too.

  As I am sitting watching my show I feel his fingers twitching, but I chalk it up to a figment of my imagination, until he squeezes my hand.

  “You better be my wife if your holding my hand like this,” he says. My eyes fly to to his face. He’s grinning.

  “Om, oh my God. Oh my god. You’re awake,” I shout.

  “Hey baby. How long have I been here?”

  “A week. Do you need anything? I hit the call button,” I say.

  “Water?”

  “Maybe we should wait for the doctor?”

  “You’re right. Can I at least have a kiss,” he asks.

  “Of course,” I say leaning down to kiss him. It’s brief, but it so very much needed.

  “Your breath is terrible,” he says laughing.

  “Really? Look who’s talking,” I say laughing right back.

  “You taste like tacos.”

  “Well, I’ve been getting the real deal pretty much every meal since we’ve been here. They are so amazing,” I say.

  It takes another three days before he’s up and walking around, but he doesn’t miss a beat. Enid went home yesterday, while I wait around for Om’s all clear. I am sitting in a the chair by the bed when the Colonel, Axel, and Diesel come into the room.

  “How did the rest of the job go,” Om asks in lieu of hello. Three sets of eyes swivel my way.

  “I’ll just step outside,” I say.

  “She’s good. This is my wife. She’ll keep our secrets,” he says gruffly. I nod.

  “We’ve already got the girls in safe houses back home. Separated of course. They are going to be fine.” I get the feeling I am missing something by the looks they exchange, but I chalk it up to men being weird.

  “Do we know what happened? How were we made?” Om asks. Hell I want to know too.

  “Our intel says we weren’t. We are inclined to agree with the proficiency with which we made it in and out. We are not sure what happened yet. We turned the bomb over to my guys to trace it. We should find out something soon. You need anything brother?” Although I am not satisfied with them not knowing anything and I can tell Om is too, I respect that fact that these men care for him like brothers and obviously are just as upset as everyone else is.

  “Sounds good. I’m good Colonel. I am just ready to get home myself.”
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  They do some sort of weird bro shake thing and they take their her leave.

  Finally, he’s cleared to travel and we head home. Blessed doesn’t even begin to describe what I am right now. A healthy husband and our healthy baby is all I need. I am so ready to get home and start the next chapter of our lives.

  Epilogue

  Om

  A couple of months later

  The road to recovery has been rough. There has not been much physical mending to do, except for my head. I spent the longest eight weeks trying to get the migraines under control. Undergoing neurological test after test to make sure the blast didn’t rattle the inside of my head too much. While we were waiting for the all clear I was forbidden from doing anything the docs considered taxing. Oh did Taryn have fun telling me what to do. But now I have gotten the all clear and there is only one thing on my mind.

  “Taryn. Where are you at pain in my ass?” I call looking for her. Last I checked, she was in the kitchen making dinner. I smell the roast cooking but don’t see my sexy wife anywhere.

  “Uncle Om?” What the fuck? Turning around I am surprised to see Hank standing in my doorway.

  “Well, you ain't my wife. What’s up Hank?”

  “Sorry to bother you so late. Taryn said she had to run to the store for something. This won’t take long.”

  “Hey now. You know it's never a bother. Your family and I always have time for family. What can I do for you?”

  “I need you to run a check on someone for me.” Huh. This is a first.

  “Alright. A new employee or something?”

  “Not quite. Her name is Acadia Morton. She’s 18 and works at Missy’s Diner.” Fuck! This is not going to end well. I am trying to play it off without giving away what’s really going through my mind. But the truth is, there is no way I can tell him anything about her. Ever!

  “Why am I doing a check on an 18 year old girl?” Please don’t be what I think it is.

  “Because she’s mine. But she’s playing it hot and cold, and I need to know why.” And it's exactly what I thought. Son of a bitch.

  “Well, I will certainly let you know if I find anything.” I am about to say something to try to deter him when my Frimir walks in the door.

  “Hank, are you staying for dinner?” she asks him. She loves to entertain.

  “No. I’m leaving. Thanks for the offer. Uncle Om. Thanks again.” he walks out before I can answer and truthfully I have no idea what the hell I would say. Plus, I have more important things to tend to.

  “Hey baby. How you feeling?” I ask, while wrapping my hands around her middle and rubbing the little bump she recently started sporting. Nothing makes my dick stand at attention like seeing my son growing in her stomach. We found out last week we were having a boy and I have never felt prouder. She initially wanted to be surprised by the sex of the baby. But after my accident, she said life was too short and she wanted to experience everything. We argued over names for three days before we decided to name him Aaden Bjorn Jorgensen.

  “Mmmmm….I’m good. The baby’s good. The more important question is…. is all that wood for me?” She asks rubbing her horny ass against my cock. Lord knows he has missed her hot sticky pussy over the past few months.

  “It’s always for you baby. How long before the roast is ready?” I don’t bother waiting for the answer. My hand moves from her stomach to her panties feeling the dampness against my fingers, as the scent of her desire is overpowering the food she’s cooking. I tug her panties down her legs as I am listening to the shallow breaths she moans and mewls, while begging me to take her.

  “Fuck the roast Om. I missed having you inside me. Just fuck me.”

  “Oh baby. There is no way this is going any other way. Bend over the counter and spread your legs. Make sure to anchor yourself so you don’t hurt my son.” I command as I drop my sweats in a heap down my legs. Fuck taking them off. I only need them out the way. Knowing she is already wet and ready for me, I slam my cock inside her body, taking a second to revel in the rightness of being inside her again.

  “Shit Taryn. Your pussy is so hot. God baby. You tightened right back up didn’t you. Not having this ten inch cock inside you every second of every day has made your greedy snatch sad, didn’t it?” Finally in control enough to move, I move in and out of her rapidly knowing I won't last long. It’s been too long.

  “Yes. We missed you so much caveman. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  “Calm your hot ass down. Don’t hurt my son with your shit.” I grunt barely able to form words. The sound of our bodies mating is addictive. I could fall asleep to the lull of pounding and wet sticky extraction.

  “Mmmmmm….he’s fine Om. I’m not. Oh shit. Yes. I love you so much. Don’t stop.” Greedy ass. Like I ever could. Feeling my balls draw up, I know I won’t hold off too much longer. I knew this first time was going to be quick. Just needed to whet my need for her until tonight when I can take my time. I rub my finger over her clit in a fury needing her to make it there before me.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes……...ahhhhhhhhhhhh……….fuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!”

  Her pussy squeezes my cock so tight drawing my seed from me and I am powerless to do anything but coat her in my life. She shakes in my arms with her own intense release and my instincts propel me to hold my son. I need to make sure he is still resting peacefully.

  We spend a second more with me a still inside her as she lays her head on the counter. Finally, I pull out much to the chagrin of us both as we moan at the disconnect.

  “You ok baby?” I ask spinning her around and holding her. She loves to snuggle after.

  “I’m fine. Just happy to have you all the way back. I missed this. You know?”

  “I know baby. Me too.” Me too. I had all but given up on finding love. Thank God, love hadn’t given up on me.

  Acknowledgments

  First, I would like to thank my family for being so supportive even though I am often checked out when in the zone. I love you.

  To MK Moore. Glad we jumped back on the rollercoaster. So much more to do. So excited!!!!

  To Melinda. Your awesome. I love you lady.

  Trisha. Keep kicking ass in school. But I am still going to keep you busy.

  To Siobhan Royle. I am glad I found you on Facebook. I am excited for our friendship and business relationship to grow. You’re an awesome PA.

  ARCangels. You are always ready when the time comes, and your honest feedback is vital to my growth. Thank you so much for your words and willingness to read, review and spread the word.

  Last but not least, LIFERS!!!!! Your continued participation, support and fun, is the light for my sometimes dark soul. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  Other Books by ChaShiree M.

  Birds of Paradise Series

  The Life She Left Behind: My Book

  The Life She Wished For #2: My Book

  Part of the ScentSations Empire Series

  Cinnamon: My Book

  Part of Cupid’s Aim Series

  Love’s Lost Embrace: US: My Book

  UK: My Book

  AU: My Book

  CA: My Book

  IN: My Book

  Works written with MK Moore

  Moosehead Minnesota Series

  Marry Grinchmas: My Book

  Sterling and Kennedy: My Book

  A Rose for Max: My Book

  The Time Between Us: My Book

  Queen of Hearts Ink Series

  Inked Heart: My Book

  Inked by Him: My Book

  Inked By Her: My Book

  Ink My Soul: My Book

  The Jorgensen’s

  Loki

  Bill (written by MK Moore)

  Hailey

  Torran

  Erika

  The Jorgensen Legacy

  Om

  Other Works by ChaShiree M.

  Charity Anthology (Suicide Prevention)

  Letting Hope Enter: My Book

  About the Author

/>   ChaShiree M. lives in Chicago Il. With her family.

  She believes she has just begun to find her voice in writing and this makes her very excited.

  She loves to read in her spare time and when she isn’t doing either of those, she is traveling to different book events with her friends.

  She is caring, loyal and sarcastic as hell.

  And she loves to meet new people.

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  Acknowledgments

  I want to thank my husband, Daryl. You are so supportive of my dreams and I love you so fucking much for like ever.

  Thank you, Mama, for all of your support! I love you.

  ChaShiree, I am really loving gangbanging these out with you!

  Karlee, thank you for being a friend. #GoldenGirls reference. But seriously, thank you!!!! Love you .6 times!!!

  Elisa, thank you for just being you!

  JENNY!!! You are the best damn alpha reader a girl could have!

  To my arc team, no matter how many arcs I send in a short amount of time you guys pull through! Thank you so much for hanging out with me!