Special Delivery: Autumn: An Mpreg Romance Collection

by Leyla Hunt

  “It’s in the car, I’ll grab it later. Forget about it and tell me what’s going on with you!”

  Mom brought out snacks and a round of wine, and they sat around me, listening to my every word with bated breath. It was such a change from my existence in New York, where I was the center of no one’s world. Sure, I’d been to more parties and social engagements than I could count, but when I had a special piece of news to share with anyone, it was always the people back home who came to mind.

  My father came through the door shortly after my arrival and a huge grin graced his face as soon as he spotted me.

  “It’s so nice to finally see you, Son. Get over here!” He gave me a hug that almost crushed my bones before bombarding me with a thousand questions about how I’ve been doing since he last saw me. I was happy to share as we sat down to dinner. I knew they wished I’d found more immediate success in New York, since a career in fashion was my dream, but they didn’t belabor the point.

  After dinner, Kylie followed me upstairs to my old room, helping me with my bags.

  She leaned against the wall as I unpacked, her eyes sparkling.

  “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said quietly, almost as if to herself.

  I glanced at her. “Why, is anything going on? Are Mom and Dad okay?”

  “Oh yeah, they’re fine. I’ve just missed you, that’s all.”

  Even though she was five years younger than me, we were as close as siblings could be. Her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes expressed her excitement to see me. We were often told that if I was a female, we could be twins.

  “I’ve missed you, too. So, what’s new in town? And do you have any news to share with me? And how’s school?”

  She studied geology at Unionville University and had always been a great student, unlike me. I’d barely scraped by in the core subjects, but had excelled at everything artsy, even creative writing.

  Kylie giggled and looked down.

  “Spit it out, Sis!”

  She obviously had some news to share, but I had no idea what it could be.

  “Guess who else is back in town?” Her eyes twinkled, so I knew she was about to share something juicy.

  “Who?” Several possibilities flashed through my mind. Was it Donovan Fraser, who’d gone off to become an A-list actor? Or some scandal-ridden resident who’d gone into hiding, only to come running back to our beautiful little town? There’d been a few of those throughout the years.

  “Brad. Brad Johnson.”

  She dropped that news like a ton of bricks.

  “Brad?” My Brad? He was the only alpha I’d ever loved, and I’ve regretted letting him get away. Not that he was ever truly mine except in my wildest fantasies. He was the cool, alpha jock, and I’d always thought we’d had chemistry, but nothing had ever materialized. It had been unmistakably a case of unrequited love, and I’d mostly watched him from afar. I’d even designed a few outfits just for him during geometry class when I should have been calculating angles.

  “Surprised? Don't tell me you don’t remember him. You were only in love with him for like, five years.” She stopped when our eyes met, and she frowned. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything...”

  I chuckled nervously. “Don’t be silly! Everything’s fine. That was ages ago, anyway. Just a little high school crush, that’s all.” Despite my words, a warm tingling sensation traveled up my spine as I pictured his long, floppy blond hair and his easy smile that had always drawn me in like a magnet.

  “Okay, good. There’s a chance you might run into him, since his family still lives in the neighborhood, and I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.” She paused. “You don’t still have feelings for him, do you?”

  I snorted and shut my dresser drawer a little too hard. “Are you kidding? That’s ancient history. I don’t even know if I’d recognize him, that’s how long it’s been. But you’re sweet to worry about me.” I put her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. Good siblings, like good friends, were blessings to be cherished.

  “All right, let’s forget about this and go have a few beers in the backyard. What do you say?” I suggested.

  “Let’s go!” she replied with a wide smile.

  Brad. I took a deep breath, realizing that the very mention of his name had taken me back to those hormone-fueled days of high school where I’d spent years pining for him. Whatever. Like I’d told Kylie, that was ancient history. I was ready for some no-strings attached fun!

  Twenty-Nine

  Brad

  “Come on, just look at the sea of hot omegas out there waiting for some alpha loving. Don't you want to make their night?”

  I glanced at my friend Jeremy and let out a dry chuckle.

  “Relax, I'm just warming up here,” I replied. I didn't mind people watching, and some of the omegas were sort of cute, but I just wasn't feeling it tonight. For some reason I wasn't itching for random body slapping sessions these days and frankly, they’d become almost boring.

  I was happy to play wingman for my more eager alpha friends. In fact, I hadn't even planned to go out tonight, but Jeremy had practically begged me, and I wasn’t about to turn down a good friend. He’d dropped by at the last minute for a beer and then convinced me to join him at The Boxer, which was always packed on Saturday nights. College was back in session, so there was no shortage of hotties around town, but none of them piqued my interest. Instead, I found my mind wandering off to my landscaping business and my schedule for the upcoming week. There was the lawn work at the Joneses, a tree planting at a small parkette, and general cleanup work at the Smiths’ huge property on the outskirts of town.

  “Whatever you say, man.” His eyes scanned the crowd behind me. “Looks like the waitress is too busy, so I'll get us something from the bar. Another round?” he asked, pointing at our Heinekens.

  “Yeah, go for it.”

  I watched him wander off, and my eyes were immediately drawn to a figure close to the bar. It was too dark to see him clearly, but his whole persona gave off a sexual vibe—his posture, his mannerisms, the way he stood. My interest was piqued, that much was clear. I kept my eyes glued to him and recognized him as soon as a flash of light hit his face. He was that mysterious omega one year below me in high school! How time has flown...

  I’d graduated years ago, but I’d never forget that face. He had an ethereal air about him, almost otherworldly. I wondered whether to make my move, or wait until we made eye contact. I surveyed his crowd. He was surrounded by three or four of his omega friends and unfortunately, they were deep in conversation. Maybe this wasn't the best time to interrupt them. I’d have to wait until a more opportune time, damn it.

  “Earth to Brad, earth to Brad! What's going on with you, buddy?”

  I snapped back to attention as Jeremy put a bottle down in front of me with a thud.

  “Thanks, buddy,” I said, trying to tear my eyes away from—what was his name, again? I searched my memory. I remembered having asked about him back in high school. Jamie! The kid was Jamie Foster.

  I tried to be good company for Jeremy, but I followed Jamie with my eyes whenever I could. He finally left his group and I realized this was my chance. I wasn't here to meet anyone, but something deep inside spurred me into action. The thought of being close to him made my blood pump a little harder, made my heart beat a little faster, and made my cock stiffer.

  “Give me a minute, will you?” I said to Jeremy, and without waiting for an answer, I got up and followed fast in Jamie's footsteps. He was heading in the direction of the restroom. I knew that would be a weird place to hit on him, so I stopped and leaned up against the bar near his friends. I had no idea how I was going to do this, which was weird, because I’d never had an issue picking up omegas in the past.

  I glared at the back of his friend’s head, almost willing them to disappear, and to my surprise, they started wandering off toward the patio. I turned to the bartender and ordered the beer I had seen J
amie drinking. I'd learned a long time ago that it paid to be observant.

  The bartender placed Jamie’s drink on the bar just as Jamie arrived. His gorgeous eyes looked confused as he searched for his crew.

  “Care for a drink?” I asked as his gaze landed on me. “You look like you're looking for something, and I think you found him.” I gave him a quick grin and pushed the drink toward him, keeping my hand wrapped around the bottle. Damn, that was one lame line, and I almost chuckled.

  He reached over, brushing my fingers as he took the bottle from my hand. Damn. The last couple of years had obviously treated him well. Back in high school, he’d been like a scared little mouse, evading eye contact and generally keeping his distance. Now, there was a confidence about him. Granted, he seemed a little flustered, but not nearly as scared as he’d been as a teenager.

  “Thanks, Brad,” he said, not missing a beat.

  Interesting—he remembered my name!

  “Jamie, right?” I prayed to God that I was right.

  “That’s right.” There was a twinkle in his eye, and I realized this wasn't going to be as difficult as I had feared. “Long time, no see.”

  “And how glad I am to see you.”

  The heat between our bodies was incredible. It was as if electricity had invaded my entire body and every inch of skin that Jamie touched turn to fire.

  I pressed him against the wall in my room, my bare and stiff cock grinding into his lower belly. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply and passionately.

  “I've been waiting for this for years,” I said.

  It wasn’t like me to blurt out such intimacies, but as soon as I said it, I knew it was true. I’d thought of him often over the years, and now this gorgeous omega who I’d wanted to possess and dominate sexually was finally here with me.

  His scent burned my nostrils and stirred something deep within me.

  It hadn't taken us long to get the hell out of the bar and back to my place. My apartment wasn't the neatest, and I hadn't bothered to clean it because I wasn't expecting to bring anyone home, but now I didn’t care about any of that. I just want to feel his body. I wanted us to become one.

  “Take me, Brad. Take me!”

  I reached around and stuck my fingers between his ass cracks and rubbed his hole. He was so fucking wet, it drove me insane.

  “Come here, omega, let me show you ecstasy.”

  I pushed him down on the bed. He looked at me challengingly, as if daring me to continue.

  “What are you going to do, alpha?”

  He didn't have to wait long for an answer. I grabbed his hard cock by the shaft and gave it a nice long lick from the base to the tip, taking it in my mouth. He threw his head back and moaned, which was like music to my ears. After a few minutes of pleasuring him with my mouth, I straddled him and took our cocks in my hands and began pumping up and down. The skin to skin sensation was amazing and I was already imagining what it would feel like inside him.

  “Don't make me come yet,” Jamie said, struggling to get up and gently pushing me off him. He took my cock in his mouth and worked it with his tongue and his lips, never breaking eye contact except when he went further down to suck on my balls.

  When I felt dangerously close to coming, I turned him around and he stuck his ass up in the air alluringly.

  His body was beautiful in the dim lighting and I took a deep breath as I guided the tip of my cock to his eager opening, rubbing it up and down until my cock was covered with his copious slick.

  I groaned as I pushed it in. I tried to be gentle at first, but he was obviously eager for more, so I quickened my thrusts as our bodies turned into one.

  Thirty

  Jamie

  I buried my face into Brad’s pillow and bit my lip as he pounded me from behind. Having him in me was the most amazing feeling ever. It was a sensual mix of pain and electrifying pleasure that I never wanted to end.

  Leaving the bar with him hadn't been a hard decision. As soon as I’d seen him at the bar, I knew the night wasn't going to be ordinary. Every feeling from high school had come rushing back and all I’d wanted was to be close to him. When he’d suggested getting the hell out of there, I’d jumped at the chance, and it was the best decision I could have made.

  His cock was so huge and hard that when I'd first seen it, I’d almost been afraid to take it all in, but he’d worked me up into such a frenzy that when he finally entered me, it had felt more like a relief than anything else.

  My heart beat stronger with each thrust of his cock. My slick was plentiful because I was so turned on, and he was able to get deep within me, letting me feel every inch of him.

  I could hardly catch my breath when I finally came, spurting ribbons of cream on to his sheets. When he heard my deep, guttural moan, he let himself go as well, and filled me to the brim with his sweet cum.

  We collapsed onto the bed, our breaths coming quick and furious.

  “Brad, that was amazing. What do you do to me?”

  “You turned me on so much I couldn't help myself.”

  His cock inflated so now we were knotted; there was no getting up for a while.

  In the quiet of the night, we joked and chatted, and I had never felt more comfortable with anyone. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking it was all surreal. I was far from being a virgin, but I'd never experienced something like this.

  “What do you recall most vividly from high school?” I asked him.

  “Let me think. This is embarrassing, but it was catching your eye in the stands during my football games.”

  I blushed. “So, it was that obvious, huh?”

  “That's all right. In case you hadn't noticed, I had the hots for you, too. And now you're here in my arms, exactly where you belong.”

  When his knot finally deflated, we threw on our boxers and went to his kitchen to satisfy our other hunger.

  “Excuse the mass. Organizing isn't one of my strengths,” he said apologetically.

  “No problem, my place isn't much better, to be honest,” I said, chuckling. “Or, should I say, my room...I live with my parents while I’m here.”

  He was right, there was a bit of clutter, but nothing that I would consider a turn off by any means. He lived in a low-rise building, and from what I’ve seen, it's a decent sized apartment.

  “I'm actually in the process of buying a house now. Out in the suburbs,” Brad said proudly.

  I smiled. “That's awesome! Maybe one day I'll be able to afford one as well, but I have a feeling it won't be anytime soon.”

  Brad glanced up at me after sticking a plate into the microwave.

  “Why on earth do you say that? Don’t be so down on yourself.”

  I shrugged. “Well, fashion is my field, but Unionville isn't exactly a mecca for that kind of thing. Sometimes I even wonder whether it was a mistake to leave New York.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Brad leaned against the kitchen counter and folded his arms over his muscular chest. It was a mouthwatering sight. “Sure, it's nothing like New York, but there are plenty of opportunities here. You can open your own boutique, for example, assuming that you want to stay here. And I sincerely hope that you do. Stay here, I mean.”

  His last statement wasn't lost on me. Perhaps this was more than a one-night-stand, but that would remain to be seen.

  “Maybe you're right. There has to be something here in fashion. I need a bit of capital to open my own shop, but I can think about that later. It would be hard to go back to New York, anyway, because there's no way I'd be able to find an apartment like my old place for the same rent. Whenever somebody moves out, the next person gets charged an arm and a leg above the previous tenant's rent. Maybe when I'm rich and famous!” I flashed him a bright smile. It never hurt to be optimistic.

  We sat down at his kitchen table and devoured some leftover Chinese take away. He had beef and mushroom while I inhaled a sweet and sour chicken pineapple dish.

  When we finished eating, I contemp
lated whether to go home or to sleep over and bit my lip as I watched Brad clear the table. Although I was an adult, I was sure my parents were curious as to my whereabouts, assuming they noticed I wasn't home. Since I lived under their roof, common courtesy would dictate that I let them know, just so they wouldn't worry. On the other hand, looking at Brad's muscular back, I couldn't picture not spending the night cuddling in his arms and breathing in his rough, masculine scent.

  Of course, my selfish needs won, and I ended the night with this gorgeous alpha spooning me from behind, nibbling on my earlobe and whispering sweet things into my ear. Each of his words lit up a fire in my heart, leaving me unable to fall asleep until after he had drifted off into his own slumber.

  The next thing I knew, his words were replaced by the chirping of birds and the darkness had turned into bright light. My eyes popped open and I remembered where I was. I stared at his gorgeous face. It was masculine and chiseled, but with perfect, full lips, and eyelashes to die for. One of his heavy, muscular arms was draped over my body and it was almost impossible to move it. But move it, I did, and I quietly put on my T-shirt from the night before and slipped out of his room.

  I wanted to surprise him, so I quickly did the dishes, cleared off the stove, and got to work on breakfast. I acquainted myself with his fridge and took out a couple of spreads, butter, cheese, eggs, and bacon. When I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs, my heart fluttered. I hoped he'd be pleasantly surprised; the last thing I wanted to do was annoy him. I knew some people didn't like others working in their space, but screw it. I had a feeling Brad would be fine with it.

  His eyes grew wide as he surveyed the kitchen and the kitchen table that I'd set up. He smiled brightly and nodded.

  “Wow, is this for real, or am I still dreaming?” He closed the space between us and took me in his arms, giving me a long, lingering kiss.

  The hard work had been worth it. That kiss was everything.