by Saba Sparks
When Anna Reynolds moves into the small cottage on their land, best friends Lee Cole and Jack Sheldon are instantly
smitten. Not only is Anna both beautiful and painfully cute,
but there is something about her that both men are drawn
to. They invite her over to dinner in the hopes of getting to know her better, and what they learn that night is enough to
make both men ache.
Anna has spent most of her life in the hustle and bustle of the city looking after her late grandmother. She has moved to the
country for the winter not only to heal her bruised heart,
but to decide what to do with the rest of her life.
Lee and Jack are willing to not only heal Anna, but to help her move on. But is she too innocent for what they have in mind,
or will their virgin neighbor surprise them both?
Their Virgin Neighbor
by
Saba Sparks
M/F/M, ANAL SEX, AND DOUBLE PENETRATION
Twisted E-Publishing, LLC
www.twistedepublishing.com
A TWISTED E-PUBLISHING BOOK
Their Virgin Neighbor
Copyright © 2014 by Saba Sparks
Edited by Marie Medina
First E-book Publication: July 2014, SMASHWORDS EDITION
Cover design by K Designs
All cover art and logo copyright © 2014, Twisted Erotica Publishing.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
DEDICATION
For you also.
Their Virgin Neighbor
Chapter One
Anna Reynolds halted, hands on her jean-clad hips, and gave a
satisfied nod. It was coming up to dinnertime, she’d been working flat our since six this morning, but finally, everything was done.
She looked over the room, her gaze skipping from spot to spot.
The small window was now surrounded by two thick, floral drapes. A large Persian rug was laid out over the faded cream carpet. Her dusky pink couch was lined up in front of the small flat screen and DVD
player, next to that was the low table where she liked to keep her work, and just across from that was the alcove where she’d set up her desk.
The room was complete, everything Anna needed for the long
winter evenings was at hand. The other rooms in the small cottage Anna was renting for the next six months were also finished. The handkerchief-sized kitchen had all her cooking equipment including her super efficient coffee machine and favorite spotty mug. The
dining room had her oak table along with a little dresser full of all her plates. The bathroom was now packed tight with all of her soaps and creams, and the tiny little bedroom was dominated by her rickety old iron bed. She’d spent a good half hour putting on her bed sheets, and had even felt her heart cheer a little when the comforter—one she’d had since she was a little girl—was finally in place.
She was done.
At last.
“You need anything else before I leave?”
Anna turned to see her friend, Bob, placing a screwdriver in his toolbox. He’d arrived with her small amount of furniture about four hours ago, and had been busy putting it all together since. She’d known Bob for years. He was the son of one of her grandmother’s
friends, and had been the only person she knew with a van big enough to get her stuff inside. She’d thought of using a proper removals company, but Bob had offered, and Anna had been so desperate to get moving by that point that she’d readily agreed.
“I don’t think so,” Anna said, giving the room another satisfied glance. “Everything is in place.”
Bob rocked back on his heels and looked around the living room.
“I can’t believe you’re going to spend the entire winter here,” he said.
Anna smiled slightly, because although she didn’t agree with it, she could understand Bob’s viewpoint. He was a city boy through and through. He liked to be surrounded by the hustle and bustle, liked to be five minutes from a café, a walk away from the stores. Anna, on the other hand, needed something different in her life right now. After the difficulty and pain of the past twelve months she longed for solitude. She wanted to be somewhere that she could hear herself think, somewhere that she could walk for miles without seeing
another person, somewhere that she could heal.
“It’s perfect,” she said.
“It’s in the middle of nowhere.”
“Which is why it’s perfect.”
Bob frowned. “I’m going to worry about you out here by
yourself,” he said. “What will you do if you get into trouble?”
“How am I going to get in trouble out here?” Anna asked. “Late
nights at the bar that doesn’t exist? Spending too much money on milk and butter in the general store?”
“I was thinking more of the people,” Bob sighed.
“People?” Anna arched a brow. “There isn’t anyone for miles.”
“Exactly. You’re completely alone out here.”
“Not completely alone,” Anna said. “I have neighbors.” She
paused. “Of course, I haven’t actually met them yet.”
In fact, Anna hadn’t had any direct contact with her neighbors at all. All of the arrangements to lease the cottage had gone through the realtor, Sally. According to Sally they were army vets who valued not only their privacy, but also peace and quiet. They owned not only her cottage, but also the land pretty much as far as her eye could see. So, as well as being her only neighbors, they were also her landlords.
Anna wasn’t entirely sure if they farmed the land or just left it alone, and she doubted she would get a chance to find out. Their house was at least a half hour walk away and Anna couldn’t foresee any reason why she’d take that walk. The garden surrounding her cottage was more than enough space for her to potter about in, and directly
opposite the dirt track that led to her new home was a substantial forest. Anna planned to take all of her walks in there.
“The realtor said they’re kind of reclusive,” Anna said after a
moment. “So I’m betting I won’t be meeting them anytime soon.”
“But why are they reclusive?” Bob asked.
Anna shrugged. “They’re ex-army. Who knows what they went
through, the things they might have seen?”
Bob seemed determined to find a hole in her argument. “They
can’t be that reclusive if they’re happy to have someone on their land.”
“Apparently they’re only leasing this place because it gets damp in the winter without the fire going, plus they were having trouble with various wild animals trying to take up residence.” Anna glanced across at the fire as she spoke. It was huge, dominating almost the entire far wall. She’d never set a fire before, had no idea how to even get one started, but it would be a new learning experience for her. She liked that idea.
“Wild animals?” Bob let out a deep sigh. “Anna…”
“It’ll be fine,” Anna said. “Sally was one of Grand’s friends. I told her I was looking for somewhere just like this, and she twisted the landlords’ arms. She’d never send me anywhere that wasn’t safe.”
She paused. “This is safe. It’s exactly what I was looking for.”
“I don’t understand why though,” Bob said. “You own your own
town house in the city. You have friends ther
e. Your grandmother made sure you were well provided for.”
“My home is where I spent the past year nursing Grand,” Anna
said, her heart aching at the thought of the only woman who had been in her life for as long as Anna could remember. “I can’t be around those memories right now. I need some distance from them.” She
paused. “And my friends? I haven’t seen most of them in at least that long. No one is going to miss me any more than I’m going to miss them.”
Bob’s face scrunched up into a frown. “I’ll miss you.”
“And I appreciate that, Bob,” Anna said. “But I need this right
now. I need the solitude. I need time to think.”
He sighed. Anna felt like sighing too. She did appreciate Bob’s concern, but she was a twenty-seven year old woman. One who was
well able to take care of herself. Maybe he’d understand a little more if he had lost his grandmother. But Betty Trewarther was still going strong at ninety-three.
Unlike your Grand…
Anna’s heart gave the familiar twist at that thought, and she
wandered over to the mullioned window that looked out on the front garden. The dirt track was visible in the last of the evening’s light, as was the huge forest. Anna could only see a few feet in, after that the trees—despite having lost most of their leaves—were so closely
packed together darkness was absolute.
Perhaps she should have felt a little uneasy. Alone out here, no one to call to if she needed help. No one to talk to day on day. But Anna didn’t. Already she was relishing the fact that all was quiet.
Already she could see herself curled up on the couch working on her latest project, needles moving at speed, perhaps some music playing from her iPod…
Bob’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “You’ll call me if you need anything?”
Anna turned and gave him a small smile. “Of course.”
He rocked back on his heels again and shot her a look from
lowered lids. “Perhaps I’ll drive back out in a week or two. We could have dinner.”
Anna nodded even as she paused to answer. Bob was a nice guy
and he had been helpful through Grand’s long illness and eventual passing, but she didn’t want to encourage him with the wrong ideas.
And in truth, Anna had always felt like it wouldn’t take very much to encourage him, and after what had happened with John…
She shivered slightly as her ex-boyfriend came to mind. John had been her first serious boyfriend and the only one that Anna had even considered being physical with. Only one thing had made her hesitate, and it was the thing that had made her hesitate with every single non-serious boyfriend that she’d ever had, the thing Grand had always called ‘the spark’.
Grand had always said that a woman should only sleep with a
man if the urge to do just that was overwhelming. If the spark was there, well, she advised, there was little point in trying to resist it. But if it wasn’t, then it never would be, and no amount of trying would make it come to life. Anna hadn’t felt it with John, but at twenty-seven years old and still a virgin, she’d been giving strong
consideration to ignoring Grand’s advice and doing it anyway. But then Grand’s cancer had been diagnosed, and John’s views on how
best to care for a beloved relative had differed so vastly from hers…
Anna gave herself an inward shake. She’d known from there on
in that she was better off without him. Then, like so many times in her life, Grand had been right. John was not the man for her. Did she feel a little sad that she had missed out at finally enjoying a physical relationship? Maybe. But in the end only Grand had mattered, and Anna felt sure, she still felt sure, that someone else would come into her life at some point. Someone who would finally make her feel the spark.
That someone was not Bob.
Perhaps he sensed her hesitation, sensed her rolling thoughts,
because a moment later Bob walked the distance between them,
halting directly in front of Anna. This close up she could see the little creases at the corners of his eyes, the sprinkling of gray hair in his beard. He was nice looking, she could concede that, but emotionally Anna was in no place to be thinking along those lines. Her heart was too sore, her emotions too prone to swinging from one extreme to another. Grief was a funny thing, she thought as she looked into Bob’s gray eyes. Three months after losing Grand, Anna was only just beginning to understand that.
“You still have your cell?” Bob asked.
Anna nodded then tried to remember exactly where it was. She
knew she’d packed it but in what bag or box was the question. She hadn’t exactly been very organized. As soon as Sally had confirmed she could have the cottage for the winter Anna had simply thrown everything she thought she needed into as many boxes and bags as were available. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll call you,” Bob said.
He pulled her in for a quick hug. Anna allowed it even though it made her slightly uncomfortable, and not just because of Bob’s
interest. Anna was not a particularly tactile person. Hugs and kisses thrown out randomly by acquaintances and friends had always made her feel a bit weird. Perhaps it was growing up with Grand. Anna’s grandmother was a wonderful woman but she didn’t believe that
affection, like sex, was something to be given out lightly. Anna had wondered more than once if that was due to the fact Grand had hailed from England, or maybe the fact that she had been an ardent feminist for most her life.
She pulled out of Bob’s hug, thoughts of Grand making her heart
sore all over again, and wrapped her arms around herself. “You better get going before it gets dark,” she said. “Getting the van back down these dirt tracks won’t be easy.”
“It’ll be fine,” Bob said, but thankfully he took the hint, moving towards the door, even if it was with a slight frown on his lips.
Anna followed him, already feeling cheered at the prospect of
being alone in her new home. A moment later and she felt guilty. Bob had gone out of his way to help her out and she was being ungrateful, and yet...
Once again her emotions seesawed in opposite directions. Anna
was so used to it by now that she simply let them. When Bob opened up the door, allowing a blast of cold air into the room, Anna wasn’t quite sure what to feel. Relief? Guilt? Worry?
By the time he said his goodbyes, closed the door, and set off to his van, one emotion won out. Whether it was right or wrong,
appropriate or not, Anna embraced it. For that small moment, as she sat down on her couch and looked around the room, Anna was happy.
Chapter Two
Lee Carson turned on the faucet and plunged his hands into the
freezing cold water. There was no doubt at all that winter was on the way, and he frowned as he washed paint from his hands. They were going to be in for a rough one, probably even rougher than last year, and that had been bad. The pipes had frozen up, and he and Jack had spent almost a week replacing them. It had been a week without
heating, hot water, or any sort of comfort, but they were well used to that, and they’d known when they moved onto this piece of land that they were roughing it.
It was what they’d wanted.
What they still wanted.
Lee scrubbed at his palms until they were vaguely clean, grabbed a towel and dried them off. It had to be about lunch time, didn’t it? Or something close. Whose turn was it to cook? He wandered over to the refrigerator and was busy looking inside when Jack strode into the room.
His friend, and they’d been friends for a hell of a long time, was covered in grease. He’d probably been working on something in one of the many outbuildings dotted about their property. Lee knew that Jack had old cars, vans, even trucks hidden away in them. Cars
weren’t really Lee’s thing. He had his bike to get around on and failing that he could always hitch
a ride with his friend. Jack loved them though. Sometimes he could be gone from dawn till dusk, only emerging to forage for food. Lee never asked exactly what Jack was doing, just as Jack never asked what he spent all day on. Their
hobbies were their hobbies. Jack’s wasn’t really about the mechanics, just as his was not about the paintings or the sculptures. They each found their own distractions. Found them and held on to them…
otherwise what else would they do?
“Anything look good in there?” Jack asked as he washed his
hands.
Lee grabbed a plate of cold meats from the fridge and something
that looked like it could be cheese. “Guessing it’s my turn to make some lunch?”
Jack nodded. “Yep. I made the chili a few nights back.”
Lee winced as he recalled the mouth-searing meal Jack had
made. Worse, he’d made so much they’d been steadily making their way through it for days. Hopefully tonight would be the last of it, because Lee was pretty much sick of the stuff.
He opened the larder and took out bread and some pickles,
pleased as he did so to note that the last of the pickled jalapeños were gone. Jack added them to every single fucking meal he made.
He dumped the ingredients for their lunch on the counter and set about making their food whilst Jack dried off and set about brewing up a pot of coffee. They’d fallen into this easy way of living together a long time ago. First when they’d roomed together during college and then when they’d deployed together. When they’d come home
within weeks of each other they hadn’t made any specific plans to live together, it had just happened. Neither of them wanted to head back to the city, and Lee had seen this place one afternoon…the rest was history.
Jack set a mug of coffee in front of Lee and helped himself to one of the sandwiches now piled on the plate. He pulled the bread apart, frowned then headed back to the larder. Lee couldn’t help but grin as Jack rooted around inside.
“The jalapeños are gone.”
“Already?”
“You get through them pretty quick.”
“Need to make a run to the store then.”
“Uh huh.”
Jack took the stool opposite Lee and grabbed his Jalapeño-free
sandwich. “Was thinking,” he said as he took a bite. “We should go and introduce ourselves to the new neighbor.”