Curves & Alphas: A Paranormal Box Set: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Willow Brooks

venture down over the soft pouch of my waist. Lingering there with lazy circles that steadily increased in both pressure and speed, I slipped my fingers under the waist of my pants. My clit throbbed for attention. Closing my eyes tight, I imagined his thick fingers running over my mound. I pressed harder myself. Slipping between my folds, I played at my opening to gather the abundant moisture my story had caused there. With my other hand, I opened myself up wider, then allowed the wet fingers on the other hand to make hard circles on my now exposed clit.
     
    He’d made the best noises when his tongue had licked and sucked me there. With an instant of overly enthusiastic insanity, I unfurled my body from the covers and went back to the floor in front of my full length mirror. Wanting to see me through his eyes, I slipped off my pants and panties. Opening my legs wide, I fingered my folds apart until I could see the wet, red skin inside.  Moving the hood back, my tiny clit made a show. I returned the pads of my wet finger there, pressed and rubbed in furious circles.
     
    Even aroused, my mind, not seeing him, knowing myself to be alone, put a damper on my efforts. I wiggled my hips, increased the pressure, and watched. A remembrance of last night, of his fingers slipping through my folds after spanking me, giving my clit a tap before slipping into my hole, gave me an off-the-wall-for-me idea. I tightened my first three fingers together, and brought them down with a light tap onto my clit.
     
    A moan released from me. I actually looked around the room, as if anyone could have heard. I’d made far more noise last night. Tightening my stomach, moving my hips up further, and letting my thighs fall open even more, I poised my fingers above my quivering pussy. I brought down my fingers again. This time they fell harder. The tap forced my hips up a touch in response, and I wanted more. Who knew I’d be into this pain and pleasure line?
     
    I gave in to the release. Spanking and rubbing alternately, I came with a force that overwhelmed me, made me see stars over the vision of myself in the mirror. Somehow, getting a glimpse of what he’d seen last night helped in an unexplainable way. I just wanted to feel close to him, desperate for any connection.
     
    Once I finished, I got the brainy idea to print out the story I’d just written. Unedited and all, I figured maybe the bare bones of it that I’d gotten down still might be enough to get him thinking, to make him reconsider. I had a plan in motion now. I’d call the club to find out the next time he was scheduled to play. Then I’d call Chloe and get her to go to the club with me. If for some reason I couldn’t get him to talk to me, to tell me why he’d done what he’d done, then I’d give him my story with my phone number at the bottom and hope that something in it would make him reach out to me again. I figured he’d appreciate the way I’d bared my soul to him. He’d know he was the first to read one of my stories.
     
    As my fuzzy mind thought this through again, I figured that by next weekend, the soonest he could possibly be playing again, maybe I’d have the edits done as well. I’d wait to print it out til then. Stomach grumbling audibly now, I put back on my pants, washed my hands, and went to raid the refrigerator. At least now, I’d relaxed a bit. I had some hope to see him again, on my terms, my plan.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Calling the club later in the day, I found out that Lex’s band hadn’t been scheduled to play again for another two weeks. While my heart dropped at the length of time, it soared immediately with the knowledge of anytime at all, and I found myself stunned by a short conversation.
     
    “Can I ask who’s calling?” the older guy who’d identified himself as the owner, John, asked with a huffed-out laugh.
     
    “Ah, sure. My name is Christina, I saw Lex play there last night. Why?” I inquired, perplexed that he’d ask such