Fun With The Wolf Pack (bbw, werewolf menage) by Carrie Kelly Read Free Book Online Page A

“Oh, okay,” I said and nodded. Of course !
“Sorry.”
    He shook his head. “Um, no, it’s fine,” he said and stood
up. “You take care.”
    I smiled and watched him walk away. Okay, that settles it. I
must be fucking cursed or something.
    I walked up to the counter and nodded at the cashier. “Could
I get another mocha?” I asked.
    The skinny brunette nodded but crinkled her nose like I’d
just rolled in a garbage heap. I glanced around. A couple in the corner of the
room stared and other’s whispered.
    I sighed and paid for the coffee. This is why I hate most
people.
    I walked out of the shop and fumbled with my purse. Then my
keys fell along with my coffee and I gritted my teeth. Tears welled up in my
eyes and I wiped them away.
    Shit! Stupid coffee.
    I worried my bottom lip.
    Debbie said if I wanted a guy bad enough all I’d have to do
is ask. Am I really that fucking hideous? Wasn’t that situation totally turned
around? The girls the one that usually says hell no and runs away.
    Daryl could’ve at least told me the truth. Lying made it worse.
His profile sated he was agnostic. Very religious my ass! Stupid fucker.
    As I reached for my keys, the hotty from earlier grabs them
before I get a chance and holds them out. Fire erupted between my legs and
delightful tingles coursed down my spine. I couldn’t help but give a goofy
smile.
    “Don’t look so sad. The guy wasn’t your type anyway,” he
said. His long platinum blond hair hanged loose over his shoulders. Green eyes
shone from under long lashes and his full lips curled into a grin.
    Damn I wanted to kiss this guy. Run my hands over his
slender build and nibble every inch of his body. I hurried and shook away dirty
thoughts. “Thanks,” I said and nodded. “I guess you’re right. The guy did have
a weird fish fetish.”
    He raised his brows. “I know. I heard the whole thing. The guy
was pretty strange,” he said and took a step closer.
    So close the heat from his body wrapped around me and the
smell of earth and his musk tickled my nose.
    “Well, at least it wasn’t just me,” I frowned. “Wait you
heard everything?”
    The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “Everything.”
    I backed away and he leaned into me with one arm against the
window of my car. Heat pooled between my legs. This guy was like a perfect
sculpture. No flaws. Creamy white skin. Muscular. The most fuck me gorgeous guy
I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Why the hell was he flirting with me?
    He raised his hand and ran a slender finger down the side of
my cheek. “That guy was an idiot. I would’ve taken you up on your offer,” he
said and brushed my neck with his lips.
    Okay, something’s not right here! There had to be some
catch. This guy could probably get any woman he wanted. Why settle for Lizzie
lame? I cringed at the old high school nick name.
    “Really you would’ve fucked me?”
    “Oh yeah, over and over,” he said as he took a deep breath.
    My face burned. Probably bright red. “You’re fucking with
me. There’s some catch. Are you desperate? Have an STD? Bad marriage and
looking for an easy girl to dull the pain?”
    He leaned back and chuckled. “None of the above,” he said.
    I crossed my arms over my chest. This seemed way too good to
be true. “Why would you want me then?”
    “Get in the car,” he demanded.                                                              
    Heart hammering in my chest, I took a shuddery breath. I was
about to hesitate and ask why, but my body seemed to develop a mind of its own
and I got into the back seat of my Ford.
    Strange.
    He crawled up next to me and shut the door. Then he ran his
hand up my thigh and tugged at my panties.
    Grabbing his wrist, I gasped. “What are you doing?”
    “Where do you live?” he asked. Ignoring my first question.
Slowly the tip of his finger found its mark and rolled in circles over my clit.
    “Ah!” I