Portville Summer Series: The Complete Collection Books 1-4: (MM Nonshifter Omegaverse)

by Xander Collins

  “Naw, I totally had it under control. This leg is amazing. My balance is really good now, and I didn’t think I’d ever have something like that again. Or that I’d be able to maneuver around so well. This leg really helps with biking too.”

  “So, do you really think you’re ready for the big race?” I asked. I hated to admit it, but I was almost starting to regret having mentioned the NBO championship to Nate. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to compete. I truly believed that he could take the grand prize, and I wanted that for him more than anything. It was just the timing. He was going to be almost halfway through his pregnancy when the competition came, and that really worried me.

  “I don’t know,” Nate said. “What was my time this morning?”

  “Well, you did the same route, right? And it took you forty-five minutes from the time you left until the time you came home. That’s five minutes better than you were doing last week.”

  “So that’s, what, a little over two minutes a mile.”

  “Two minutes and fifteen seconds, give or take,” I said.

  “Well, that’s really good, but I gotta keep practicing. The race is just a few weeks away.” Nate hopped off his bike when we got back to the house and walked it up the drive. “You really think I have a chance?” he asked.

  We both set our bikes down on the porch and went into the house. Once we were inside I grabbed Nate from behind. “I think your the most talented, hottest, sexiest biker on the planet.” I buried my lips in the crook of Nate’s neck, a place that I knew drove him absolutely crazy. “I just hope this isn’t going to be too much for you.”

  “What do you mean, too much for me?”

  “I mean, everything that’s happened. The accident, your leg, your recovery, the pregnancy. I just hope it’s not all happening too fast.”

  “You don’t think I can handle it?” he asked.

  “No, it’s not that. I think you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known in my life—alpha, beta, or omega. I guess I’m just worried … about both of you. I’m the alpha,” I said as I kissed Nate’s forehead. “I’m allowed to do that.”

  “Yeah, I guess so,” Nate said. “I haven’t really been thinking much about the pregnancy. I mean, I’ve been thinking about the baby, but it seems like such a faraway thing. I guess, in my mind, I keep picturing my body staying the same and the baby just appearing out of nowhere, which is silly.”

  “It’s not silly. I’m having a hard time imagining what it’s going to be like too. But I have noticed a little teeny bump,” I said, placing my hand on Nate’s belly. “I think it’s really sexy. Are you still happy that were having a baby?”

  “Yes, of course” Nate said, looking up at me with his beautiful eyes. “I’m so excited, Brian. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I guess I’m not doing a very good job of dealing with my fears, though.”

  “What are you afraid of?”

  “Money, for one thing. I don’t know where it’s going to come from. And I don’t want you to be responsible for all of the financial burden. I guess that’s why I’m hoping I can win this race. The grand prize could really help with baby clothes and diapers and all those other things were probably already supposed to have.”

  “We’ll get those things, Nate. I’m not worried about it. I’ve been looking around online and I know what we have to buy. All it takes is the click of a mouse and all that stuff will be at our door. I don’t want you to worry about that. I don’t want you to worry about anything. But are there other things you’re worried about?”

  “Yeah, I feel like I’m always worried about something. What about all the changes my body’s gonna go through? That’s going to effect my balance, how I walk, how my prosthetic leg fits. I can’t get a whole new leg just because I’m pregnant.”

  “Well, we’ll deal with that when the time comes. They said you’re welcome to come back to the clinic as many times as you need to, for any reason at all. So your medical is all covered, for your leg and for the birth. I really wish you would talk to me about these things if they’re on your mind. I don’t want you to drive yourself crazy about stuff that might not even happen.”

  “But the baby is coming. That’s happening. My body is going to change … and …”

  “And what?” I asked.

  “It just feels like my body is going out of control again. Like something’s happening to me and I can’t stop it. Not that I want to stop the pregnancy, that’s not what I mean at all. But I don’t think you can understand what it’s like to lose control of your body unless you’ve experienced it. It’s scary.”

  I wrapped my hands around Nate’s neck and ran my thumbs across his jaw line. “You’re right, I don’t understand exactly what it’s like. But I want you to know that I’ll be here for you every step of the way. You’re not alone anymore. I will always be right by your side. I love you so much, Nate. And I want you to tell me how you’re feeling. What your worries are and what’s making you anxious. I might not be able to understand exactly what you’re going through but I won’t let you go through it alone.”

  I lowered my lips to Nate’s and felt his body melt against mine.

  We’d had a lot of sex ever since Nate moved in. Making up for lost time, I guess. But what was awesome was that none of the roommates were ever at the house anymore. They showed up once in a while, but, for the most part, everyone was doing their own thing all summer long. It was already like we lived alone.

  That left the whole house for Nate and I to fool around in, and we utilized every room. Nate with his thighs pressed into his chest on the massive couch in the living room, blowjobs in the kitchen nook, doggy style on the stairs, Nate pressed up against the wall in the bathroom, and one of my favorites, me moving Nate’s entire body up and down on my cock while I stood in the middle of the bedroom. It made me feel like some kind of sex superstar, but I would never in a million years utter those words to him. I was sure I’d never hear the end of it.

  Another thing I loved about that position was the bonus hands-free orgasm I could give him. There was something about it— the way I brought him down really hard on my cock, or maybe he liked the fact that I was holding him up in the air—but either way he always blew his load all over both of our chests without either one of us touching his cock.

  We even played our little captive soldier game every once in a while. I would get Nate naked and tie his arms behind his back, then put him in a closet for a few minutes. Then I would open the door and tell him I would let him out if he was good.

  I loved how he played along. It made me incredibly hard to watch him sitting there, his arms behind his back, and his legs spread, and his hard cock jutting up into the air. He would look up at me with desperation in his eyes and promise me anything, and I would take it all.

  I would order Nate to get on his knees and suck my cock or I would tell him to lay down on the floor, then I would drive myself into his mouth. There were other times when I would force an all-cavity search on him, then I’d bend him backward over the end of the couch and fuck his ass. But whenever it looked like he was close to coming I would stop.

  I would do that to him for hours, edging him until he was screaming for me to let him come. Then I would allow it to happen as I jerked him off and watched him blow a load that practically shot across the room.

  I really loved that game.

  I had been so horny all day while I worked on my web design, and all I could think about was getting Nate’s cock out. I wrapped my arms around him and undid his shorts, then let them fall to the ground. Then I ran my hands up and down Nate’s chest and belly, concentrating a lot of my attention on his cute little bump.

  “Just bend me over the back of the couch,” Nate said as he stroked his cock with one hand and wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck. “I want you inside me now. “

  “Are you sure about that? Laying on your stomach isn’t going to hurt anything?” I asked.

  “No, it’ll be fine.�
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  “What about the kitchen table?” I asked. “I could put you on your back with your legs up in the air.”

  “But then I have to take off my shoes and shorts.”

  “Is that so bad?”

  “No, but I want to feel you inside me now,” he whimpered.

  “Well,” I said, my voice dropping an octave as I spoke into Nate’s ear. “I can make that happen.”

  I bent Nate forward so that he was doubled over and his hands were on the ground in front of him. Then I pushed the head of my cock right into his asshole.

  “Oh, fuck,” he yelled.

  I gripped both of Nate’s ass cheeks in my hands and pounded into him until I was close to coming, then I straightened him up and pushed him face first against the entry room wall. Nate’s hands were against the wall and his back was arched and I watched my cock slide in and out of his perfect ass.

  I reached around and took ahold of Nate’s cock and heard him groan as a stream of come shot out and dripped down my hand. Just as I went over the edge and started to come myself, I heard someone coming up the front porch steps. I worked my spurting cock in and out of Nate for a few more seconds, hoping it was just a package being dropped off. But when I heard a key in the front door, I pulled my jeans up and helped Nate up with his.

  When I turned around Alex, Holden, and Shane were all walking into the house.

  “Hey,” I said as I used my T-shirt to cleaned up my hand. “What are you guys doing here?”

  “We heard you wanted to have a meeting about the house,” Alex said with a big grin. “Do you guys need a minute?”

  I looked at Nate and he was beet red. “Why don’t you guys go in the living room? We’ll meet you in there.”

  I glanced back at Nate and I could see sheepish smile spreading across his face. “That was a close one,” he said as he took a deep breath.

  I gave him one last kiss, then the two of us made our way into the living room.

  “So, we need to talk to you guys,” I said as I sat down.

  “Yeah, we know. We figured something like this was up,” Holden said. “But, look, it’s cool. We actually all have a place to go. I think it’s really great that you guys are gonna buy this place.”

  “Well, we’re hoping that’s what’s going to happen.”

  “What do you mean?” Alex asked. “I thought that was the plan.”

  “It is, we just don’t know when we’re gonna have the downpayment,” I said.

  “We’ll have it,” Nate said as he put his hand on my leg. “I know we’ll have it.”

  “How?” Alex asked. “If you don’t have it now, where’s it gonna come from?”

  “I’m entering the bike racing nationals, and I’m going to win.”

  Chapter 11

  Nate

  The day of the big race came and I realized I was just as nervous about it as I had been about everything else in my life. Maybe more so because so much hinged on me winning. I really wanted to get that prize money so I could contribute to our new life together. But I also had something to prove to myself.

  Brian was true to his word. He had been right there with me every step of the way. Even though it meant having to do his web design work at night after dinner and sometimes after I fell asleep, he spent every day up until the race helping me train.

  I had to make sure I was at the top of my game in three different areas because I wanted the grand prize. It was possible to enter into only one of the three competitions, but I was also going for all three—the long distance race, the speed laps race, and the mountain bike segment. Winning all three would mean winning the grand prize in each division, which was the twenty-five thousand dollars we’d talked about. The money we needed to buy the house.

  “You know I don’t care about the money, Nate. We’ll get by no matter what happens.”

  I’d heard this same thing from Brian so many times over the last month I wanted to scream. It was the money, yeah, but it was more than that. I wanted to know that I could do it, that I could set out to do something and succeed. That I could be as good as I had been with both of my legs, maybe even better.

  “You know you don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” was another one of Brian’s favorite things to say to me, and I knew he was right. But there was a part of me that wanted to know that I had at least a shred of control over my life. I knew that was kind of crazy, but it was true.

  I believed that if I could win these races I could do anything. I could live the rest of my life without my leg, knowing that it didn’t matter one bit, that I was just as good as anyone else because I could compete against guys with both legs.

  The first day of the three-day event was the distance race. It was a trail that took the contestants on a fifty-mile course over a mountain range and to the sandy beaches of the pacific ocean, then back to Portville. It was the most grueling of the three days, and I was glad it was going to be overwith early. I knew once I got to the finish line the next two races would be in the bag.

  The speed laps event took place at the Portville Raceway on the second day. There were a varying number of laps around the two-mile track, with the winner being the one to come in first for the most short races.

  I was beyond thrilled that I had completely kicked ass and won both races on the first two days of the competition. The championship was full of incredibly strong and talented alphas, betas, and omegas from all over the world that had been biking and winning tournaments for a lot longer than I had, and none of them were two months pregnant.

  But somehow, on both days, I managed to pull ahead by a pretty significant margin and maintained my lead. Brian wanted me to stop after I’d won the speed laps on the second day. He said we had enough for the down payment and that he didn’t want me to hurt myself. But I had to keep going. I had to win the whole thing.

  It was amazing. So many people were there to cheer me on. Hank, Jason, and their little guy Javier. Daniel and Cameron showed up with their kids. Dr. Livingston and his husband and their two daughters showed up too. I had totally not expected them all to come every day of the races, but they did. I had a big cheering section on the sidelines just for me. And now they were lined up at the mountain bike competition starting point.

  “I’m so proud of you,” Brian said as we headed to where everyone was gathered for the start of the race. “I know you can win this race, I’m just worried about the two of you.”

  “I know. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

  “No, you won’t,” he said as he put his arms around me and held me for a moment, then kissed me. “But I know you’ll be okay. Go kick some ass.”

  I kissed Brian one more time, then headed off to the starting line. There were a number of mountainous, forested parks around the city, and for this segment we would be traveling in a big circle around Portville hitting four different parks with different levels of trails.

  We didn’t get to see them ahead of time, but we heard that some were incredibly steep with a very high grade going up and down, and some had obstacles that had to be navigated. The only way to get ahead of the other bikers was to peddle like crazy in between the parks while we traveled along the city streets and across the bridges, because the trails in the parks were narrow and it was impossible to pass.

  When I started out I was in the middle of the pack. There were probably about fifty bikers ahead of me and I was worried that there was no way I’d be able to get up to the front. But as soon as we made it through the first park, I pulled way ahead. From what I could see, there were ten bikers ahead of me on the next set of trails.

  By the time we got out of the last park and headed back toward the finish line, I was in third place. I was completely exhausted after three days of competition. My partial leg was sore where it met the prostatic, and the muscles in my full leg were aching like crazy. But I forced myself to push through with one final burst of energy.

  I could see the finish line about a mile up ahead, and I just went for it.
I put my head down and laid into the pedals and felt myself pull ahead. And not just a little bit either. When I crossed the finish line, they told me I was two full bike lengths ahead of the guy who came in second place.

  When I came to a stop and got off my bike Brian was right there. He and everyone that was there to cheer me on came running up to congratulate me. They were all waving their arms around and yelling, and Brian and Hank and Jason wound up picking me up in the air.

  I was embarrassed at first, but I was so thrilled by the fact that I’d beat everyone in all three races that the embarrassment quickly faded. As more and more people came up to congratulate me and tell me how much of an inspiration I was to them, I felt tears stream down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or the fact that I had accomplished something that I had wanted so badly, something that was so monumental. But either way, I wasn’t embarrassed anymore because I had lived one of my biggest dreams. I had won.

  “Are you really gonna frame that and hang it on the wall?” I asked Brian.

  “Of course! I love this picture.”

  It had been taken by the official National Bike Organization photographer when I won the mountain bike race, and it was of me sitting on Brian and Jason’s shoulders. “But I look so silly. I am way more pregnant than I thought I was,” I said, looking at my baby bump underneath the biking shorts and shirt that were stretched a little too tight. “Why didn’t you tell me how ridiculous I looked?”

  “First of all, you didn’t look ridiculous,” Brian said, wrapping his arms around me. “And second of all, you wouldn’t have listened to me even if I had said those exact words to you.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. So, what’s next? A commemorative mug?”

  “Don’t be silly,” Brian said as he kissed my head.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out. I didn’t recognize the number, but I’d been getting a lot of calls for interviews lately, and even though I really hated talking on the phone, I answered it. Brian stared at me for a while as I listened to the person on the other end, then said things like That sounds great, and I’d definitely be interested. But when I said something about having to talk to an agent Brian mouthed Who is that?