Blurb:
When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.
Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM)
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The Summer Heat
Elodie Parkes
Contemporary, ménage romance
Chapter One
“Watch out,
Nate. That thing’s lethal.” Evan burst out laughing as the chainsaw blade
bounced off the tree stump and onto the grass, forcing his friend to cling on
tight to the handle.
“Fucking
thing has a mind of its own.” Nate turned the chainsaw off and laid it down on
the gravel path. “I reckon the trunk’s short enough now to dig the roots out.”
He picked up a spade that leaned against a neighboring tree.
Evan
grinned. “Maybe we need to take the two remaining branches off.” He ran a hand
over his forehead and took off the clear framed, safety glasses he wore. After
tossing them down on the grass, he pulled off his T-shirt. Sweat trickled down
between his muscled shoulders, and he wiped the back of his neck with his
shirt, a frown creasing his forehead. “It’s already hot. Let’s get this
finished.” He strode around Nate to the path, and retrieved the chainsaw.
Within a few moments, the tree stump stood devoid of the remaining branches.
Nate shook
his head at Evan. “You should be wearing the glasses and the gloves I gave
you.”
Evan
grunted. “It’s done. Don’t fuss.”
Nate grinned
broadly at his friend’s gung-ho dismissal. “Hey, it’s not fussing. A flying
sharp splinter could take your eye out.”
Evan’s
returning grin held affection. “Yeah, I know, I just wanted it done.” He placed
the power tool on the path and picked up one of the bottles of water standing
next to Nate’s supply of work gloves and safety glasses. He poured some over
his face and then took a drink. “Warm.” He grimaced at Nate, put the bottle
down, and picked up a spade.
Nate
shrugged and then drove the edge of his spade into the soil around the tree.
Evan joined
him digging silently at the base of the tree stump.
The tree
grew on the edge of their garden, and they’d had complaints from people because
it dropped branches on the sidewalk. Nate had dutifully hired a tree doctor who
discovered disease caused by a virulent beetle pest. The prognosis for the tree
was bad. It needed cutting down, and the tree doctor informed Nate they were
lucky the other trees hadn’t contracted the beetle.
The Saturday
morning sun blazed in the June sky. Heat shimmered off the sidewalk. Nate and
Evan were the only people out in their front yards. The noise of their work
tools were the only sounds, as not even the seagulls that often wheeled
overhead ventured from the cool of the ocean yet.
Nate and
Evan’s house was one of the largest in the rows of three story houses built
along the river in a modern development unimaginatively called Riverside Mews.
Narrow lanes that led to the river path separated the rows. Somehow, patches of
white sand always settled on the paths, though the nearest beach was a mile away.
Each house had its own river access, through a gate at the end of the back yard
to a riverbank public path, but there was no boat access, no jetties. The
public path wound along by the river from the seaside town close by and on into
the countryside. The house to the right of Nate and Evan’s place was occupied
by a small family, but the house to the left had been empty and for sale all
year.
The roar of
a large van engine broke the hot, morning silence as it turned into the street
and thumped over each speed hump in the road, until it drew up in front of the
empty house next door.
Nate gave
the van a cursory glance, but Evan leaned on his spade and watched as two men
leapt out of each side of the van. He read the name of a removal firm and their
logo emblazoned across the side of the vehicle and discovered it was from a
city in the north of the state. It piqued his interest, so he continued with
his unashamed staring.
The men
who’d alighted from the cab walked to the back of the van and opened its double
doors, just as a pale blue, old model Mustang drove up and parked a short
distance away.
A young
woman got out of the Mustang.
Evan liked
her shapely body right away. He straightened up for a better view and admired
the swing of her hips. Without taking his eyes off her, he murmured to Nate.
“Check her out.”
Nate stopped
hacking at the sun-baked soil around the remaining tree trunk and looked
around. He gazed at the young woman for a few seconds and then turned back to
his job. “Sexy. Don’t stare.”
Evan resumed
digging, but he stole glances as the two workers unloaded the items from the
removal van. When the young woman walked up her front path, Evan took in the
attractive sight of her thighs in the cutoff jeans she wore, and then raised
his gaze to her pretty face.
Her eyes met
his.
Evan’s
stomach muscles clenched. Surprise at the reaction in his gut and a shock of
sexual attraction spiked through him.
The young
woman’s expression held a hungry, lonely look that woke dormant emotions deep
inside him.
****
She’d been
halfway down the street, when Annabel saw the two guys working in their front
yard. She took in the muscled torso of the guy who openly stared at the moving
van, and the hard bottom of the guy digging. They’re yummy.
Edgy with
pent up sexual energy, Annabel longed for a man in her life. The summer heat
didn’t help. She eyed every guy with his shirt off. Every couple kissing on the
beach or in the park as she walked caught her attention. In the six months
since she’d split with her then boyfriend, she missed sex the most. She didn’t
miss his moods and his lazy ass around her apartment. She didn’t miss waiting
up for him at night, hoping he’d make love to her, only to find he’d sleep on
the couch. When he’d confessed he’d found someone else, a kind of relief had flooded
her. She wanted something different, real love, a passion so consuming she’d be
rocked by it.
Annabel
checked out the two gorgeous guys working in their garden again. She knew “bare
chest guy” said something about her to “gorgeous denim clad ass” because he
immediately looked around at her. She gazed back at the one whose admiring
stare sent waves of pleasure through her as she went up the path to her new
house. A huge pull of attraction to the men startled her, and as she opened her
front door, she considered them. They’re
so hot, wonder if they’re single. Maybe they don’t even live there. Maybe
they’re gardeners. I hope not. I hope they live there. Even if we’re only
friends, they’re someone beautiful to look at.
Her house
waited cool and quiet. She raced through it, relishing the space, and the white
walls where the sunlight bounced back and dazzled her as she pulled up the
roller blinds. She opened the patio doors and dashed out, down the path, and
through the gate to the riverside. The water, dappled in brilliant greens,
sailed by, looking cool and deep. The river widened there on its way to the
sea, and across it lay open countryside. Annabel had loved the house as soon as
she saw it. She loved the street, the funny little access lanes, the palm trees
in her back yard, and close to the lovely seaside town where she’d found her
new job, the house exuded a welcoming atmosphere. Everything was perfect.
Annabel
didn’t have much furniture and instructed the removal men about where to place
it. She’d dropped into the place a couple of days before and turned on the
built-in Westinghouse, piled bottled water in there and two six packs of beer,
and then looked out at the river. The street had been silent, except for bird
calls, and she’d assumed all the residents were at work. She was on vacation.
Annabel went to the fridge and took out two bottles of water and two beers. She
met the removal men in the hall as they placed the last item of her furniture
there, an old, solid oak hall table.
“I guess you
two could use a drink.” She held the bottles up against her chest, and as she
handed them to the men, damp patches appeared on her T-shirt from the
condensation on the bottles.
The younger
of the two men gawked at her nipples peaking in the dampness and the cool of
the air-con.
Annabel
folded her arms over her breasts as she realized this. She gave them a polite
smile. “Thank you. You’ve done a good job.” She directed a question at the
removal man who’d taken charge of the proceedings, “Anything for me to sign?”
“I need to
get the paperwork from the van.” They both turned to leave.
She followed
them out of the door. As she walked down her path, she glanced over at the
neighboring garden. Her breathing quickened at the sight of the gorgeous guys,
both without shirts now, as they tugged at the tree stump. She hurriedly signed
the form the removal man handed to her on a clipboard, and remained on the
sidewalk as he and his assistant got in the van and started the engine. The van
pulled away from the curb.
Annabel
sauntered back to her front door. The noise of the van engine must have caught
the attention of her possible neighbors. They both stopped work to look. She
took the opportunity. With a smile, Annabel stepped across her lawn and crossed
the narrow path to stand a short distance from the two men working in their
garden.
“Hi, I’m
Annabel, I’ve just moved in.” She waved at her new house unnecessarily, and
continued, “Do you live here, are we neighbors?” As she said this, her gaze
traveled over the naked torsos of first one man and then the other. Their faded
and ripped jeans rode low on their hips. The taller man’s jeans hung especially
low and a hint of his dark pubic hair showed. Annabel could hardly take her
eyes off his hard stomach. Licking her lips, she tore her gaze away to look
into the other man’s eyes as he shielded them from the sun with a gloved hand.
He’s lovely. Holy hell they’re
gorgeous, both of them. I couldn’t choose one. I wouldn’t … it’d be both … if
possible…Annabel
waited for an answer, heart pounding. Being so close to such perfect specimens
of manhood played havoc with her condensation-primed nipples, and she crossed
her arms to hide the obvious hard peaks.
One of the
men answered. His eyes held a smile, his voice, deep and breathtakingly sexy.
“Hi, yes, we
live here. I’m Evan, this is Nate,” and he gestured at his companion.
Nate took
off his work glove and offered his hand to Annabel.
She shook
his hand, looking into his blue-gray eyes. Annabel soaked up the texture of
Nate’s skin and the sexual heat in his expression. She enjoyed the quick clench
that occurred in her pussy as he smiled invitingly. He’s delicious.
“Hi Annabel,
it’s good to meet you.”
Then Evan
offered his hand.
She left
Nate’s sensual grasp reluctantly and put her hand into Evan’s. He cradled it,
and his fingertips skimmed the inside of her wrist. The effect was so sexy her
pussy drenched her panties. Fuck, I’d like to drag him down onto the grass and
do wild things. It made her smile a little, when the thought, with both of them, popped into her head.
Evan gently
let go of her hand as he spoke. “We didn’t think the house would ever be sold.
These places go quickly usually, but that one lingered all year.”
Unable to
help herself, Annabel stared wistfully at his lips and then into his eyes. Are they single? She questioned
inwardly, but said, “I can’t think why it took so long to sell, but I’m glad it
did, so that I could buy it. I love the place.”
Evan smiled.
“We love it here. Close to our work, close to beaches, great place. If you need
a hand with moving in let us know.”
A thrill of
pleasure coursed through her at his kind offer. “Everything heavy is in place.
The removal guys did that. I just have boxes to unpack. It’s a warm day. Do you
want to come over for a cold drink when you’ve finished that job?” She nodded
at the tree stump. “I’ll probably know if there’s anything I need help with by
then, and need a break. Thank you so much for offering.” She glanced at Nate as
she said this to make sure he knew she meant them both.
Nate
answered. “Love to.”
She smiled
at him. He’s so lovely. Both men had
dark hair and blue eyes. Are they
brothers? It’s too soon to ask. “Great, I’ll let you get on with digging
out the tree.”
She left
them and crossed the path to her house. Her heart beating fast, elated by the
encounter, she sighed with longing. They’re
both so attractive and seriously sexy. Imagine making out with one of them, or
both. I definitely couldn’t choose which one. I’m desperate to kiss Evan or
Nate, yeah … desperate.
****
Evan watched
her walk away, and when she’d gone into her house, he let out a low whistle.
“She flirted
with me. Did you see that, Nate? She kept looking at me and licking her lips.”
Nate stared
at him for a moment. “She looked right into my eyes with meaning when I said we’d go around for a drink. I actually
felt it in my balls. She’s hot. I might ask her out.”
A twinge of
annoyance put a fleeting frown on Evan’s face. “I might ask her out.” Then he softened. “We’ll have to share her.”
With a laugh,
Nate gave him a playful thump on the arm. “Let’s get this tree stump dealt with,
and then we’ll go around to her place, and make ourselves indispensable.”
Evan
accepted what Nate said, but as he dug, he determined that at the first moment
an opportunity arose, he’d ask Annabel out. She sparked something in him. A
deep need floated in his heart, and it made him want to see her again soon.
Just set eyes on her.
Copyright
Elodie Parkes 2014
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