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

by Xander Collins

  In the middle of opening presents we took a video call from my dads and Mateo and Nina and Ralph. Mateo had made the call since my dads were’t too tech savvy, and they were thrilled to get to see our sweet little Felicia on Christmas morning. They were planning on dropping by with some food a little later. I knew they couldn’t wait to see her again.

  Then I gave my friends a call to see how their Christmas’ were going, and after all the calls were over and the paper and contents of all the presents were scattered across the living room carpet, I brought out a small gift that I’d hidden behind the couch cushion.

  “What’s this?” Jeremy asked as I handed him the small box.

  “It’s just something for you. For both of you.”

  Jeremy tore the paper away and laughed when he saw what was inside.

  “I know how much you miss your truck,” I said, looking down at the teeny model of a lifted monster truck. “And I thought, when Felicia gets old enough, the two of you can play with it together.”

  “This is so awesome, Alex,” Jeremy said with a smile. “I know how much you hated that thing.”

  “But you loved it, and that’s important to me. It’s a part of you and I want our daughter to know that about you.”

  “Oh, she’ll know it all right,” Jeremy said. “As soon as she’s old enough I’m getting her a little lifted truck she can peddle around in, and I’m taking her to smash-em-up derbies and car shows, and—”

  “What about me?” I asked.

  “You can come along too. But those things are loud, you know. With all those bad exhaust systems and poorly tuned engines. Are you sure you want to?”

  “I’ll happily go anywhere the two of you go,” I said, kissing Jeremy on the lips. “Always.”

  THE END

  About His Secret Summer

  Shane has a secret.

  He likes to be bad.

  He spends the little free time he has searching online for guys he can hook up with in men’s bathrooms.

  The hookups are hot, but they never give him what he desperately craves …

  a deep connection … and a baby.

  Austin has a secret too.

  He also meets men for no-strings hookups.

  But he’s the professor at Portville State University and would lose his job if anyone found out.

  He’s careful to meet men far from Portville, so no one recognizes him.

  But one night Austin realizes he hasn’t been careful enough.

  He finds out the young man in the stall next to him, the one he just used through a glory hole, was one of his students.

  Austin knows he’s the one that’s screwed now.

  His Steamy Summer is a forbidden, student/teacher, Dom/sub romance of 30k words.

  It includes some men’s room sex, kinky D/s activities, male pregnancy that leads to the birth of a baby, and the kind of disgustingly optimistic HEA you've come to expect from Xander Collins.

  Chapter 1

  Shane

  Six feet tall, one-hundred-eighty pounds, dark hair, dark eyes. User name: The-only-Dom-you-need. He sounded perfect. The name was a little cheesy, but he was definitely the type that caught my eye. Not that I had an actual physical type or anything. I mean, everyone had things they liked. Specific features or attributes that always managed to turn your head. But I’d been with a lot of different dudes in the last year—tall guys, short guys, older, younger, fit, chubby, hairy, and smooth—and I was into all of them. I liked dark hair and eyes, but in general I wasn’t that picky.

  But the thing these guys I met up with all had in common was, they were all Doms. In one way or another they wanted to take charge and be in control, and that’s what I was looking for more than anything. But that wasn’t the sort of thing that showed up on the outside, and it always felt like a stroke of luck when a tall, dark, dominant dude came along. When that happened I always pounced immediately.

  I never wanted to come off as pushy, but I would make sure I got to those guys first and let them know I was interested. Because, honestly it was harder to find a guy who really knew how to be in control than it was to find a pretty face or a hot bod.

  I tried all kinds of different apps and sites and forums, but I didn’t want just any guy. Unfortunately, a lot of guys I came across were pretty vanilla. Those kinds of hookups were fun, but they got boring after a while. And if I was going to make all the effort to sneak out and risk being recognized by anyone I knew, I wanted to make sure the hookup was going to be worth my time.

  The thing was, in the back of my mind, my hope with every hookup was that it would turn into something real. Even though it was understood to be a one-night thing with these guys, what I really wanted a relationship and a family. It’s not that I was old or anything. I was just finishing up my first year of my undergrad. I knew I had plenty of time to find someone and settle down.

  I mean, I didn’t even plan on getting pregnant until after I graduated. But that didn’t stop the cravings. A warm body there with me every night, and alpha to make me feel safe and secure, and a Dom to guide me and help me make the right decisions in life. Maybe it sounds cheesy, but that was my dream.

  More than anything, what I wanted was someone special … and I wanted someone who had the same feelings for me. I wanted that amazing feeling that only came with unconditional love. The kind I’d only really ever gotten from my parents. I saw those kinds of relationships around me every day—at school, in restaurants, and at coffee shops—and seeing them without being able to have one of my own made my heart ache.

  I wondered if it was because I was an omega. If maybe I had stronger desires for security and a family than a beta or an alpha. But I had a feeling that it was just me. I’d had these feelings for a while—wanting to be taken care of, mentored … used.

  When my friends in school talked about dudes they thought were hot or things they wanted to do—like partying with a bunch of ripped frat guys or nude bungee jumping—all I ever thought about was giving myself to someone, completely and totally, with the knowledge that they would become my master and would take care of me. And somehow, in my head, I always pictured a family as well.

  But this site catered specifically to kinky people, which increased the number of hot Doms by a lot, but also seemed to decrease the number of guys looking for something long-term. But still, I did searches every night and made sure to make myself visible to all of the Doms on there. And every time I came across an interesting profile, like The-only-Dom-you-need—the one I was stalking at the moment—I immediately imagined that he was the one. That we would meet and feel that connection—the one you felt when you both just knew.

  The funny thing was, whenever there was no profile pic, which was the case with The-only-Dom-you-need, the face and body I pictured was my professor at school. I had to admit, physically he was absolutely perfect. Plus, he had that commanding voice and presence that made me melt right into my seat. But Professor Dylan was an idea more than anything, because there was no way anything would ever happen between us. I was just a student and I was pretty sure he had a super hot mate and a family of his own.

  So, as I poured over The-only-Dom-you-need’s profile, taking in the little amount of information that was given, and making up a whole lot of stuff about him in my head, I suddenly got a red envelope notification in the upper right corner of the screen. I clicked on the envelope and it was from him.

  I’d like to meet you

  That was all it said. My fingers couldn’t type fast enough as I responded to the message. I knew I had to jump on this guy or he would be gone. Snatched up by some other sub who was a fraction of a second faster, but in no way more willing than I was. I had written in my profile that I was a sub and that I loved giving blow jobs without any reciprocation, so I knew that’s what this guy wanted. It’s what they all wanted. And I was more than happy to give it to them.

  Somewhere along the line I’d developed a desire to do things most people wouldn’t even consider.
The bottom line was, I liked to be bad. I liked the feeling of knowing what I was doing was shameful, or dirty, or wrong. I liked the idea that I was that guy who would meet you in a men’s room, let you use me, then sneak home hoping no one I knew had seen me. Then I would jerk off all night to that feeling of being dirty.

  At this point it was starting to feel like an addiction. I went out every weekend at least once and hooked up with a different guy. I kept count on an app on my phone, but off hand I didn’t remember the exact number. But each time I added a new name, or description, or place to my list I’d feel like more of a degenerate, and I fucking loved it.

  Where?

  I sent my one word email and waited for his response. A new red envelope popped up within seconds.

  Laurelwood Park

  Men’s room near the duck pond

  Laurelwood Park was actually not too far away from my house, so there was a bit of a risk of seeing someone I knew. But I didn’t have time to worry about that. I needed to act if I wanted to keep this guy on the line.

  I’ll be there in 20 minutes

  I pulled on my sneakers and ran through the house. Luckily no one was home. I didn’t want to have to come up with a lie as to why I was rushing out at ten p.m. on a school night. I left the house and got in my car, then sped along the residential streets until I came to the North side of the park. I sat there and checked out the area before I pulled up to the curb. The public bathroom was visible from the street I was on, and it looked like I would be able to get over there without running into anyone.

  It was dark out, but the light from the entrance to the bathroom illuminated the area well enough to see that there was no one around. So, I parked my car on the residential street, then quickly made my way along the paved path and into the men’s room. I wasn’t sure what to do. The-only-Dom-you-need hadn’t specified if he wanted me to go into one of the stalls, so I just leaned up against a sink and waited.

  Less than a minute later the door opened and a tall, dark man walked in, his eyes moving up and down my body and finally resting on mine. It had to be him. He was a little older than I’d been expecting, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest. I’d always been attracted to older men. It seemed to go along with the whole being taken care of thing. Plus I found their experience and knowledge more exciting. I never understood what my friends saw in guys our own age.

  “Hey,” I said with an awkward smile. “Are you The-only—”

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” the man asked, cutting me off and crossing his arms in front of his chest. The squeak and rustle of his leather jacket filled the small room as the two of us stared at each other. When I didn’t say anything he sighed impatiently. “You may address me as Sir. Where are your manners, sub?”

  “Oh,” I said, shifting back and forth on my feet nervously. “I didn’t realize—”

  “It looks like you have a lot to learn. But don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” he said, a smile curling up on one side of his mouth as his eyes moved down my body again. “On your knees.”

  “Here? But what if someone walks in?”

  “You’re not behaving like a sub who wants to serve his master. Maybe this was a mistake.”

  “No, no! I do! I mean, I’m sorry. I just … this is a public park. There’s kids out there.”

  “Not this late. So what’s it gonna be?” he said, his eyebrows raised an expectation.

  I wasn’t really sure how I felt about this guy and the way he was ordering me around so quickly. I didn’t feel like he was my master yet, and I didn’t feel particularly comfortable calling someone I barely knew for thirty seconds Sir. But I didn’t want to lose out on this opportunity.

  It wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped it would be to find Doms in Portville. Maybe I was looking in the wrong places, or my timing was totally off. I wasn’t even sure I was into this guy at all, to be honest. But even though this felt wrong, like we were doing things backwards and should have talked a bit before I was required to address him with a title, I went ahead and followed his orders. I got on my knees and watched as he undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and unleashed his massive cock.

  His alpha scent filled the room and sent my own omega hormones coursing through my body, but he didn’t make me swoon like I’d hoped he would. I didn’t feel a connection to this alpha at all and I didn’t really even like his scent all that much. It was too sharp, almost like the alcohol I’d tried out of my parents liquor cabinet when I was a kid. I’d been expecting something thick and sweet, but all I got was a burning mouth and throat.

  I stared in awe at the massive head as it came closer and closer to my mouth, and when it was barely an inch away from my lips I did what I knew I was expected to do. I opened my mouth and sucked The-only-Dom-you-need’s cock in. It was exciting being with someone new and feeling the danger of being in a public place, but as soon as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat I knew this wasn’t what I wanted.

  I wanted to be used. I wanted to be told what to do, to be controlled, to feel that I had absolutely no say in anything. I wanted to be a servant, a submissive, and a slave. It was my deepest desire, but it was also a secret. My need to be used and controlled was something I never wanted anyone to know. It was why I kept my meetups to myself and never told anyone where I was going. I didn’t want my roommates—three guys who were also my best friends—to know what a freak I was.

  But this just didn’t feel right. Submitting to a master or a Dom, or whatever you wanted to call it, was a fantasy I’d had for years and years, but not like this. Not by someone who had no idea who I was and couldn’t possibly care about me enough to show me what I truly wanted and needed to learn.

  The-only-Dom-you-need pumped his fat cock in and out of my mouth for about five minutes. He did all the things I like. He gripped handfulls of my hair, he held my head in place and fucked my throat, he didn’t give me a chance to say no or put a stop to anything. It should have been a great hookup. But when he came down my throat and I realized I’d never even gotten hard, I knew this wasn’t what I wanted at all.

  I sat on my heels and watched as The-only-Dom-you-need quickly tucked his still semi-hard cock back into his jeans, gave me a smirk, then left me kneeling there on the men’s room floor. All I could think of was how ironic this whole thing was. I didn’t know exactly what it was that I wanted, but I knew he wasn’t it.

  Sometimes when I did this, fucked some random stranger I met online, I felt worse after it was over than I had before it started. And this was definitely one of those times.

  Even when I did come during a hookup it was never all that great. I thought maybe getting more specific, like going onto a BDSM site, would be the ticket. I thought maybe those other guys on the vanilla site were simply not what I was looking for. But I had narrowed it down. I thought I was getting closer to what I wanted, but instead it seemed like I was getting further away. I had found what seemed like the perfect profile, but in reality the guy wasn’t what I was looking for at all.

  I got back in my car and headed home. When I sat down in front of my computer I saw that The-only-Dom-you-need had already messaged me and was suggesting we meet up again tomorrow night. I was so bummed I just blocked him. I had no interest in being forced to call some guy I had absolutely no respect for Sir. That didn’t make sense to me at all.

  Then, as I was aimlessly scrolling through the main feed again—for probably the thousandth time—the red envelope in the corner of my screen lit up again. I knew it couldn’t be that same guy. I’d blocked him so there is no way he could contact me again. So I clicked on the red envelope and got completely sucked into a message from a new guy. Hawthorne.

  The user name pulled me in immediately. I was a literature major and Nathaniel Hawthorne was one of my all time faves. I knew it was silly, but I took his name as a sign. A sign for what, I had no idea, but it was all I had.

  This guy said he needed to be discreet. He would only meet outside Portville, and w
as only looking for a one-night thing. That bummed me out a little, but I checked out his profile anyway. There wasn’t much in the way of a description. His age was listed as forty-two, which was enough to get me excited. Plus he had brown eyes and dark hair listed in his description.

  Oh, hell yes.

  It was almost eleven when I responded, and by the time I had the directions to the men’s room where he wanted to meet it was even later. Way too late for me to go driving around—over an hour one way—just to hook up with a stranger. But I wanted to do it. I needed to have a good experience. I needed to believe I wasn’t alone in the world and that maybe there really was someone out there for me, even if I was going about finding them in a totally backwards way.

  So I left the house for the second time that night for a hookup—to head to a men’s bathroom in some town on the outskirts of Portville, and meet up with a Dom who called himself Hawthorne.

  Chapter 2

  Austin

  This was a bad idea, I knew it was. If anyone found out that the head of the English department was using a BDSM hookup site I’d probably be fired so fast my head would be spinning. You’d think that in this day and age we’d be past all the puritanical bullshit. That as a society we would be more accepting and tolerant of each other, and respectful of what we wanted to do in private, but no. As far as the world seemed to be concerned, if I was teaching students I had to basically be celibate. Unless I was married, of course. Which I wasn’t. Not anymore.