Monroe, Marla - Nina's Neighbor (Siren Publishing Classic)

  Nina’s Neighbor

  Jack Montgomery moved next door to Nina Scott nearly a month ago and has been testing her resolve not to look in his direction ever since. He saves her from a nasty case of sunstroke, and they strike up a budding relationship. When he takes her on a bike ride over the weekend, someone from his past decides they want him back and will use Nina to get to him.

  Help comes in the unlikely disguise of Freak, the voyeur charged with guarding them. Will he be able to keep her safe from the others, and will their relationship survive once they manage to escape?

  Genre: Contemporary

  Length: 76,385 words

  NINA’S NEIGHBOR

  Marla Monroe

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  NINA’S NEIGHBOR

  Copyright © 2011 by Marla Monroe

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  NINA’S NEIGHBOR

  MARLA MONROE

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter One

  “Who’s the dude on the bike?” Charlotte asked.

  “Neighbor. Moved in last month,” Nina said.

  “What’s his name?”

  “I don’t know. I haven’t met him yet.” Nina continued working on the flower bed.

  She swore every year she wasn’t going to do it, but she always ended up planting something, and then have to keep the weeds out of it.

  “You know, instead of watching my neighbor, you could help me with these weeds like you promised,” Nina groused.

  “Weeding is no fun,” Charlotte complained.

  “Yeah, I know, but I went on that blind date with SpongeBob SquarePants, so you have to help me with weeding the flower bed.”

  “Why do you insist on calling him that?”

  “Maybe because he looked like him, square pants and all,” Nina said.

  “Oh, wow,” Charlotte suddenly exclaimed.

  “What?” Nina continued with her head down pulling weeds.

  “He took off his shirt. It looks like he’s going to cut his grass.”

  “Good. It needs cutting.”

  “He has some serious ink on him,” Charlotte said.

  “Stop ogling my neighbor and help me, or I will never help you with your taxes again.”

  “Crap, you play hardball.”

  Nearly an hour later, Nina finally stood up and stretched the cramps out of her legs and back. The bed was weed-free again. She could relax with a tall glass of lemonade. She and Charlotte walked through the house to wash up and grab some lemonade on their way out the back to her patio.

  It had to be close to a hundred degrees, she thought. She glanced toward the lawnmower noise coming from next door and had to bite her tongue to keep it from hanging out. Charlotte was right. He had some serious ink, but also some serious muscles going on, too. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? Because you swore you wouldn’t get interested in your neighbor.

  “Told you so.” Charlotte smiled, catching her in the act of ogling her neighbor.

  “It just caught me by surprise is all.”

  She made a show of turning her back to her neighbor and leaned back to enjoy the sun. Charlotte talked nonstop about her latest boy toy and who was seeing who in the office. Nina tuned her out and thought about what she would do for her vacation that was coming up soon. She thought about going to the mountains and renting a cabin. She’d also thought about a road trip to see some of the United States. She’d lived in Texas all her life and never stepped foot outside of the state. She just couldn’t make up her mind.

  “I’ve got to run, Nina. I’ll see you at work on Monday. You should go introduce yourself to that sexy neighbor of yours. He’s not SpongeBob.”

  “Ha, ha,” Nina said in a dry voice. “Lock the front door on your way out, okay?”

  “No problem.” Charlotte took her glass and left.

  Nina decided to stay outside for another thirty minutes and get a little more sun. It wasn’t so bad with the breeze beginning to blow.

  She must have fallen asleep because suddenly, cold water dripped on her chest. She jumped up and head-butted her neighbor who stood looking over her shoulder.

  “Ow!” she complained holding her head.

  “Sorry, didn’t expect you to jump up like that.”

  He had the deepest voice she’d ever heard. It strummed through her pussy like fingers over guitar strings.

  “Why did you drop water on me in the first place?”

  He spread his arms. “I didn’t mean to. It fell off my beer can. I had it in the cooler.”

  “So what are you even doing over here?” After she said it she realized how bad it sounded. But still.

  “You’ve been out here for over an hour, and I figured with your fair skin, you’d be burning right about now. Just thought I would wake you up so you could go inside.”

  Nina sig
hed and looked down at her obviously burned legs.

  “Thanks, I’m sorry for snapping at you. You startled me awake, and I don’t know you,” she tried to explain.

  “It’s fine. I would scream if I was standing over me, too.”

  He held out his huge hand. “Name’s Jack Montgomery.” His massive hand dwarfed her tiny one. He didn’t try to squeeze it.

  “Um, I’m Nina Scott. Nice to meet you,” she said.

  It took all her willpower not to follow the sweat rolling down his chest to the waistband of his cut-off blue jeans. They were cut pretty short and, oh, God, he wasn’t wearing underwear! There was a hole near the pocket and she could see bare skin. She snapped her eyes back above the waist and became mesmerized at the tattoo of a tiger chasing its tail in the center of his chest. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d reached out to touch the magnificent work of art. When her hand came in contact with his hot, wet skin, she came to her senses and snatched it back.

  Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled it back to his chest. “You can touch. I don’t bite...hard.” He chuckled.

  Electricity sizzled across the touch, and she suddenly sat down again.

  “You okay?” he asked her. “I think you’ve had too much sun. Let’s get you inside and some water in you.”

  Before she knew what he was going to do, he’d picked her up and carried her inside. He stopped in the kitchen and sat her on a chair while he searched her fridge. He pulled out two bottles of water and opened one before giving it to her.

  “Go slow or you’ll get the cramps,” he told her.

  She sipped the cool water and realized just how hot she’d gotten, and not all of it was a result of being outside in the hot sun. Jack was larger than life and could make her nearly come just by talking to her in that incredibly deep voice of his. He stood at least six feet four inches and was completely bald. He had to shave his head, she thought. His chest and shoulders were massively wide, his abdomen a washboard, his waist narrow. He stood over her while she drank the water so that her face was crotch-level. His cut-offs sported a rather awesome white spot where the denim was stretched that suggested he was hung like a freaking elephant. Just the idea had her pussy weeping with need. If she didn’t get hold of her hormones, she was going to leave a wet spot on her shorts that would be rather embarrassing if he didn’t leave soon.

  He hunched down to look her in the eyes. “You feel better now?”

  “Yeah, thanks. I just had too much sun is all.” She felt heat spread over her face.

  Jack smiled, and then his nostrils flared and his hazel eyes grew dark. Oh, God. Could he smell her arousal? He leaned in and sipped at her lips before sucking in her bottom lip and nipping at it. The little hurt was quickly calmed by his tongue licking over it. She moaned and closed her eyes. His hands rested on her thighs, but when he went to spread her legs, she realized then that she was sunburned and yelped into his mouth. He backed away and ended up on his ass on the kitchen floor.

  “What?” he asked, getting to his feet.

  “My legs are sunburned,” she said.

  “I thought they felt awfully hot,” he teased.

  She narrowed her eyes at him and then felt the heat in her face again. He’d just kissed her and had been about to do who knows what between her legs. Mortified, she stood up too quickly and everything swirled around her. She reached out to grab the table but missed and ended up once again in Jack’s arms. He grabbed the other bottle of water and then carried her through the house.

  “You need to cool off. You might have sunstroke. Where is your bedroom?” he asked.

  “My bedroom?” She couldn’t figure out why he wanted to know where her bedroom was.

  He found it without her help. After laying her on the bed and leaving the bottle of water with her, he disappeared into her bathroom. She heard water running and realized he was running a bath. What was he doing that for? A few seconds later he returned and picked her up.

  “What are you doing?” she finally managed to ask.

  “Putting you in a tub of lukewarm water to cool you off some. You’ve had too much sun.” He knelt with her still in his arms and laid her in the tub of water, clothes and all.

  It felt like ice to her fevered skin. She tried to climb out of the tub, but he held her down.

  “You bastard! I’m freezing. Let me out of here. I swear if you don’t let me out, I’m going to call the police.”

  “That’s fine, baby. You can call them once I get you cooled down some. You’re hotter than a tin roof in summer. You’re also redder than a lobster. You’re going to be sick if we can’t get you cooled off and something on that sunburn.”

  Nina looked down at her legs and winced. Yep she was burned all right. She finally quit fighting him as the water seemed to warm up. She felt better, but her head was pounding like a drum.

  “Can you get me some of that Ibuprofen out of the drawer over there?” she asked.

  “You going to stay in the tub while I do?” Jack asked.

  “Yes.”

  He pulled his hand away from her abdomen where he’d been holding her down. When she didn’t immediately jump to her feet, he smiled and turned to get the requested bottle of pain killers. He watched her in the mirror though. Then he went to the bedroom to get the bottled water. He returned and handed her four of the Ibuprofen and the bottle of water. She downed the pills and handed the water back to him.

  “Can I get out now?” she asked.

  “I think you’ve cooled off enough that you should be okay now.”

  He helped her to her feet and then out of the tub. She still felt lightheaded. When he started to unbutton her shirt, she balked and slapped at his hands.

  “What in hell do you think you’re doing now?”

  “Your clothes are soaked on you. We need to get them off and dry you off so you can get in the bed.”

  “We don’t need to do anything. I’ll undress and dry off and get in bed. While I appreciate everything you’ve done, I can handle it from now on.” Nina wrinkled her brow and stared a hole through him toward the door.

  “Fine, I’ll wait outside to be sure you’re okay. Just call out if you need help.” He turned and walked out of the door, closing it softly behind him. She was grateful for that. Her head was still pounding as if a jackhammer toiled away inside it.

  * * * *

  Jack drew in a deep breath and shook his head. She was one stubborn woman. She was also one sick woman and didn’t realize it. She’d been out in the sun for well over three hours weeding her flowers then sitting on the patio. He’d been watching her most of the afternoon. In fact, he’d been watching her off and on ever since he’d moved in. He had a soft spot for redheads and she was a definite redhead with fair skin and freckles scattered over her body. She couldn’t be much over five feet three and had a body to die for, generous breasts, curves that didn’t quit, and an ass made for fucking. He hadn’t been able to keep his dick under control since he first laid eyes on her.

  As far as he could tell, she didn’t have a steady boyfriend, unless she met him somewhere, there had only been a couple of men at her house. The last one had looked seriously square. What was she doing dating someone like him?

  He heard a curse, then a squeal, and then a thump.

  “Nina? You okay in there?” he called out.

  She didn’t answer, but a moan reached his ears, and he opened the door to find her sitting on the floor with her shorts and panties half on, half off. She had managed to get her shirt off but still had the bra on. It looked to be an easy fix as it was a front-closure number, but her shorts were stuck to her body from being wet, and they obviously hurt coming off.

  “Easy, baby. Let’s stand you up so we can get these wet things off of you.” He put his hands under her arms and easily lifted her to her feet.

  “God, it hurts,” she moaned.

  He carefully pulled her panties back up some and then concentrated on her shorts. The material wanted to stick to h
er burned skin, so he rolled them down a little at a time until he had them past her knees. They fell off after that. He did the same thing to her panties, but they were easier to get off since they had elastic in the waistband.

  Now she stood with nothing on but her bra. She tried covering her sweet pussy from his eyes. He grabbed a towel and began gently patting her down. He knew better than to rub. Once he had her basically dry, he unhooked her bra and slipped the towel up and the bra off. She winced when the straps went down her arms.

  “Sorry.”

  Jack patted her back dry and wrapped the towel loosely under her arms but over her breasts.

  “Now you’re ready for bed. Then I’ll cover you in some cream.”

  She wouldn’t look at him, and he realized she was embarrassed. Jack walked her to the bed and pulled back the covers. He helped her climb in, taking the towel from her before covering her with just the sheet.

  “I’ll be right back. I have what you need at my house. It’s specifically for burns.”

  He left her in bed and raced over to his house. He kept a large jar of the cream all the time since he occasionally got burned from working on his or someone else’s bike. He hurried back to her house and found her lightly snoring just as he’d left her. She needed the sleep, but she needed the cream more.

  He lowered the sheet just a little so that it still covered those luscious, dusky pink nipples. Then he smoothed on some of the cream on her upper chest. She moaned in her sleep but didn’t wake up. Jack made sure to get behind her neck where her blouse hadn’t covered her. Then he rubbed it into her arms, one at a time. She woke up a little bit and complained that it hurt but fell right back asleep.