Free Girl Next Door - The Complete Series by C.C. Wood Page A

went for a blood test the week after I caught Jack trying to stick his tongue down Cat’s throat. I wasn’t sure if she was the first woman he’d tried that with, and I wanted to be safe. All my tests came back negative.”
    “Look at me, Nat,” he said.
    I lifted my eyes to his.
    “Since you’re on the pill, I’d prefer not to have anything between us. Do you have a problem with that?”
    I bit my lip and shook my head.
    He kissed me lightly. “Good.” He wrapped my legs around his waist and said, “Hold on.”
    “Why?” I asked. Still, I gripped him with my thighs and wrapped my arms around his neck.
    Aidan sat up with me, then pushed himself to his feet. I may have been short, but I had pretty decent muscles, so I weighed more than I looked. My tummy tightened at this show of strength. It was sexy to feel his muscles shifting under my hands and legs, and that he did all this without a grunt or becoming out of breath.
    “Where are we going?”
    He cupped my ass and headed toward the stairs. “We’re going to take a bath, then you can finish what you started earlier.”
    My legs tightened around his waist and I felt my special place quiver. I was pretty sure this would be another almost sleepless night. I was also pretty sure I didn’t care.

 
     
    The next morning I woke up on a groan. I was definitely hung over. It wasn’t exactly the hang over from hell, but it still wasn’t pretty. I lay in the bed, cataloguing various aches and the desert that was once my mouth. I wasn’t sure what had woken me, but I was very sure I would be going back to sleep immediately. I closed my eyes and burrowed deeper into the mattress. I sighed with contentment, letting myself drift away. The sound of the doorbell, followed by a loud pounding on the front door, had my eyes popping open, much to my chagrin. Oh, the light was not a good thing.
    The next thing that came to mind was that Jack was making another unannounced visit. I was in no shape to deal with him. Just as I thought this, I realized I wasn’t in my own room, in my own bed. Jack wouldn’t know the first thing about me being here. I also realized that Aidan was nowhere to be found. I waited a few seconds to see if he would open the door. The pounding continued and no Aidan. Groaning, I threw back the covers and dragged myself out of the bed. I stumbled to Aidan’s dresser, dug around until I found a pair of boxer briefs shoved in the back of a drawer. I was already wearing a huge tee that belonged to Aidan, and I yanked the boxer briefs up. They were a little baggy but they stayed on.
    The jerk at the door was now alternating between leaning on the doorbell and beating on the door. I glanced at the clock before I headed out of the bedroom. It wasn’t even nine a.m. on a Saturday. Who the hell showed up unannounced on a Saturday? I stumbled to the stairs at the end of the hall, managed to make it down the steps without breaking my neck, and made my way to the front door. I was too tired, cranky, and hung over to think to check the peephole, or I would have known better than to open it.
    I threw the door open and winced at the bright sunlight. Standing there, fist raised, was a bright-eyed, and sexily dressed, Ms. Endless Legs, a.k.a Anya. Her eyebrows went up as her hand unclenched and went to her side. She looked me over with an expression of shock. Oh, I was not in the mood to deal with this.
    I leaned against the door jamb and crossed my arms across my chest.
    “Yes?” I drawled.
    Ms. Endless Legs actually had the gall to look me over and look disapproving. I was already prepared to slam the door in her face and she hadn’t even spoken.
    “Is Aidan here?” she asked.
    “No.”
    She waited a beat. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”
    “No.”
    She stuck out her hand. “I’m Anya. And you are?”
    I was raised with manners, so I couldn’t ignore the hand, even though I wanted to. I shook her hand briefly. “I’m Natalie York. I live next