Fun With The Wolf Pack (bbw, werewolf menage) by Carrie Kelly

Fun with the
Wolf Pack
    Copyright 2013
by Carrie Kelly
    Published by
Carrie Kelly
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    People lie. Online dating sucks!
    I took another sip of coffee and nodded at Daryl. Spouting
on about some fishing story.
    He ran his hand through his honey blond hair. Sweat fell
from the back of his neck and on his shoulders.
    I raised an eyebrow. Poor bastard was really nervous.
    Drinking the last sip, I wiped he corner of my mouth. The
day couldn’t get any worse. It’s not that he was bad, but he wasn’t at all how
he described himself in his profile. He made himself out to be an exciting bad
boy and he was nothing of the sort. More like boring with… more boring.
    “That’s how long it took to catch that sucker,” he laughed
and took a big bite of his sandwich.
    “Ha,” I chuckled. Did I mention he really likes fish?
    I frowned and leaned back in my chair. This was my sixth
internet date so far.
    To tell the truth I wasn’t even looking for anything
complicated. I’m not much of a datable girl.
    Reasons. I’m pretty curvy. Not at all fit to societies
standards of beauty.
    There didn’t seem to be too many chubby chasers in town
either. Even the guys I dated weren’t attracted to me. Just desperate. Boy I
sure have all the luck in the world.
    I bit my bottom lip hard. I’ve never been able to hook
anyone in my entire life. Next week is my twenty-seventh birthday and I’m still
a virgin. I want to know what it feels like dammit! Everyone else talks as if
it’s the best thing in the world.
    Debbie’s voice echoes to me from the past. Lizzie, you’re
really missing out!
    Fuck.
    “So, what do you think?” Daryl asked.”
    I smiled. Crap was he still talking about fish? “Um, sounds
awesome,” I said.
    Daryl sipped his coffee. “Great what time should I meet you
at the lake?”
    “Lake?” I asked. Man!
    “Um, how about…” My eyes wondered past him. Heart hammering
in my chest, I swallowed.
    At the table behind Daryl sat the hottest guy I’ve ever laid
eyes on, and he was staring directly at me. Well, I think he was.
    I looked behind me, but there was no one there.
    “Elisabeth?” Daryl asked.
    I glanced at Daryl and back at the eye candy, but he was
gone. I frowned. Of course he wasn’t checking me out. Story of my life. I’m
stupid to even have had hopes.
    Running my fingers through my hair I sighed. What the fuck
am I doing anyway? I can’t be picky, so why not go for it?
    “Daryl, do you think I’m attractive?”
    Daryl’s brown eyes widened. “Yeah, sure,” he stammered.
    “Do you want to have sex?” I asked.
    Daryl coughed and splattered coffee past the table. “What?”
he asked as he took a shuddery breath.
    I wiped the edge of my cheek and crinkled my nose. “Sex. Do
you want to make it with me?”
    He took a napkin with a shaky hand and wiped his mouth.
“You’re joking,” he said.
    Slowly I leaned across the small table. “I want to have
dirty, filthy, wonderful, kinky sex with you ,” I said and poked his
nose.
    Daryl’s cheeks turned red and he looked around.
    “It’s a simple yes or no,” I said and bit my bottom lip.
    The guy composed himself and licked his lips. “I don’t think
this is going to work out. I mean you’re interesting, but I’m really religious.
I’m waiting until I’m married to engage in sexual intercourse,” he said.
    I stared at him.