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  Copyright © 2013 by Cassie Laurent.

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  Crazy for the Werewolf is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  This book is intended Only for Mature Audiences 18+. It contains mature themes, substantial sexually explicit scenes, and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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  I looked back at the clock again. 5:15 PM. Dammit, this last hour of work was crawling by at an impossibly slow pace. I’d finished all my work for the day, sent the reports up to my boss for editing, answered all my e-mails, etc. For this last hour I was counting the minutes, waiting for the day, and the week, to finally come to a close.

  Normally, I’m not like this. I love my job, and while I look forward to the weekend like anyone else, Fridays never go by this slowly. I’m usually so busy that the weekend is here before I know it. The fact of the matter was that as soon as the clock struck 6:00 PM I’d be getting out of here and hailing a cab to JFK.

  Two weekends from now my best friend Tara would be getting married to the man of her dreams. Tonight we were catching a nine o’clock flight down to Miami for her bachelorette weekend. I’d packed my bags and brought them to the office, just so I could head straight to the airport after work. Even so, it would be a close call getting to my gate on time.

  The rest of the girls, Kim, Ashley, Hannah, and of course Tara, were planning to meet up at our gate just prior to the flight. Since we were coming from all over the city, from our various office buildings, this was the only plan that made sense. I just hoped we would all be there in time for the flight; I didn’t want to arrive in Miami a minute later than scheduled. I was so ready for this weekend of bachelorette festivities to begin.

  Truth be told we didn’t have any particular plans for the long weekend. We’d rented a great villa right on the water thanks to Hannah’s careful planning. From there we just sort of figured we’d let things happen. With five curvy girls in a city known for its beaches, flashy cars, and fast-paced night-life, we didn’t expect it to take too long before trouble found us.

  I spent the next half hour checking and re-checking the weather in Miami. Things looked perfect for this weekend. I was looking forward to working on my tan during the day and getting wild in the clubs at night. Drinking margaritas on the beach sounded perfect after a long week in the office.

  Just then another e-mail came in from my boss, a last minute question about the most recent report I had sent out. I opened up the Excel file and re-checked the numbers and got back to him with an explanation. There was a simple calculation mistake in one of the formulas, but everything was in order now. I re-sent the file and looked up at the clock. 6:15 PM. Dammit, why couldn’t he have gotten back to me sooner? I closed my e-mail and shut down my computer before my boss could come back with another question. If he e-mailed me again, he’d get an auto-responder telling him I was out of the office until next Wednesday.

  I grabbed my bags and rushed to the elevator. It couldn’t get down to the lobby fast enough. As soon as the doors opened I rushed through the lobby, my heels clicking loudly across the marble floors. Outside the air was hot and humid. I hailed a cab and set my bags in the trunk before sliding into the backseat, grateful for the cool AC blowing inside.

  “Where to?” asked the cab driver, looking up into his rearview mirror.

  “The airport. JFK. Thanks,” I said, not meaning to sound rude, but I knew the stress in my voice might be misinterpreted, so I clarified. “Sorry, I’m in a rush, my flight takes off at nine o’clock.”

  “No problem, miss. I know a shortcut. We avoid traffic, yes?”

  “Yes, that’d be amazing.”

  I buckled my seatbelt and hoped he knew what he was doing. I knew we were cutting it close, shortcut or no shortcut. I couldn’t feel relaxed until I was through airport security and boarding the plane to Miami. For the time being, however, there was nothing I could do, so I started daydreaming once more about the weekend to come. Drinks on the beach, dancing in the clubs, maybe a weekend fling? I tried not to let my mind wander too far, but I couldn’t help it. I was ready to get out of New York and really let loose with my girlfriends.

  The cabbie wasn’t joking. About fifteen minutes later he was pulling the cab up to JFK. I was almost certain he’d run a red light or two along the way, but I didn’t care. I tipped him extra for the good work. I stepped out of the cab as he wished me a safe flight.

  I got to the ticket counter just in time to check all of my bags. I knew it was only a long weekend, but I brought a number of outfits so I’d have options to choose from when going out at night. I brought all my best dresses, low-cut and tight to show off my curvy body. I had been something of a heartbreaker in college, using my voluptuous body to get guys to bend to my every whim. I’d been too busy at work lately to really have any fun, though. With all this pent-up energy, Miami had no idea what was coming to it.

  I walked quickly toward security, but soon found an incredibly long line. Fortunately, it moved quickly enough and before I knew it I was walking through the large terminal toward gate C.

  “Natasha!” I heard Kim and Ashley yell as I came around the corner of C66. They were in line holding their carry-on baggage and boarding passes. I waved enthusiastically, relieved to have finally made it. Now that I could see they wouldn’t be leaving without me, I could finally relax.

  “Where are Tara and Hannah?” I asked, realizing suddenly that they were nowhere in sight.

  “They’re on their way. Supposedly they got stuck in some pretty bad traffic in Queens. Tara said they were at security. I thought maybe you’d seen them there,” said Kim.

  “No, I didn’t see them,” I said, now feeling somewhat nervous again. Our plane was starting to board. If they didn’t get here in the next few minutes we’d either have to get on the plane without them or miss the flight.

  Just then I received a text from Tara:

  Don’t board without us. Just got through security. We’re literally a minute away.

  As I finished reading the text message, I heard Tara’s loud laugh as she and Hannah ran up to join our group
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  Final boarding call for flight 2850.

  The mechanical, barely intelligible voice rang out across the PA system. We’d have to wait until we were on the plane to catch up. The line moved forward and we handed our boarding passes to the flight attendant who scanned them and wished us a safe flight. We found our seats in first class and settled in for the ride. At least for now, the trip was running on schedule.

  About an hour after takeoff we were on our 2nd glass of champagne and feeling rather tipsy. Normally, I don’t travel in such style, but we’d gone all out in honor of Tara’s bachelorette party. After a taste of such luxury, I couldn’t imagine having to fly all the way to Miami in anything but first class.

  The conversation revolved mainly around our plans for the weekend, which were still pretty up in the air. Everyone wanted to do something different. Hannah wanted to hit a hot nightclub someone had told her about. Kim wanted to go to some restaurant she’d seen in her Zagat’s guide. Tara, who was starting to get rather drunk now, was talking about how she just needed to find some hard dick. This was her last chance to have a hot fling before getting married to her fiancé. We laughed, partially because I think a little hot sex was something we all had in the back of our minds as we daydreamed about the weekend ahead.

  When we landed in the airport we hadn’t settled on anything concrete, so we ended up buying a bottle of Patron in the duty-free shop, figuring we’d head to the villa and see where the night took us. In the baggage claim area a driver was waiting with “Tara Hamilton” written on a placard; we were riding in style tonight and had made arrangements for a limo to take us from the airport to the villa. After barely fitting our luggage in the trunk, we got into the car and gave the driver our address. Fortunately, we weren’t too far from our location. Given the length of the flight, it was almost midnight, so if we wanted to go out we’d have to get changed quickly.

  When we reached the villa the driver parked directly out front and helped us carry our luggage inside. Hannah and Kim ran ahead of everyone, wanting to have first pick of the rooms for the weekend. Tara tipped the driver, asking him to wait for us to shower and get changed into our “going out clothes.” Ashley and I were looking forward to getting to the club, so after showering we just changed in the living room, helping each other pick out our outfits and fixing each other’s makeup. Ashley wore a slinky halter top that highlighted her busty chest. I chose a dress that was bit more subtle at the top, but so incredibly short you could practically see my butt hanging out. This was, I admit, somewhat intentional, my big, sexy ass was probably the best feature on my body, and tonight I felt like driving the men wild. This was Tara’s bachelorette weekend after all.

  After changing, I yelled upstairs to the other girls that we were leaving in five minutes. Ashley and I were looking for shot glasses in the kitchen when Hannah and Kim came downstairs. Both were looking incredibly hot tonight, their curves hugged by the tight fabric of their dresses. I knew we were going to get some looks as soon as we got into the club. Then came Tara, looking absolutely stunning in a gorgeous, low-cut Dior dress. Someone gave a cat-call and we all laughed. The fact was that if Tara was looking to get laid before tying the knot with her fiancé, she’d probably have a long line of guys to choose from.

  I found some shot glasses in the kitchen and stashed them in my purse. We were already super late, so we might as well take shots in the limo on our way to the club. After all, we were about twenty minutes minimum outside of downtown Miami. The other girls grabbed their purses and headed out to the limousine, the driver still waiting for us. He did a double-take as he saw us come through the door of the villa.

  “Looking very nice ladies,” he said, with just a tinge of a foreign accent.

  “Thanks, honey,” said Tara sexily, running her hand down his arm and giggling as she walked by.

  He held the door open for us as we got in. Hannah told him the name and address of the club, which fortunately he was familiar with. Then he put up the partition and we started pouring out shots of the fine tequila. With a shot in each girl’s hand, I proposed a toast to the weekend:

  “Here’s to going crazy for Tara’s bachelorette party. You only get married once… hopefully” I said as everyone laughed. “So let’s get fucking crazy this weekend!”

  All the girls downed their shots, some of them making a face at the bite of the liquor, but in reality this was incredibly smooth tequila. After a second round of shots we were all feeling pretty buzzed as the driver told us we were about a block away from Prive, the club Hannah had chosen for the night.

  There was a line halfway down the block to get into the club despite the fact that it was past midnight. We got out of the car and stood at the end of the line, wondering how long it was going to take us to get inside. Tara shifted back and forth in her heels, clearly very antsy about getting into the club. Then she took off her heels and ran barefoot up to the front of the line.

  From our position I could see her approaching the bouncer, touching him gently on the shoulder as he looked down at his clipboard. He shook his head without so much as a smile. Then I saw Tara lean into him, pressing her large breasts against his arm. He bent down his head and Tara whispered something into his ear. The bouncer laughed and then nodded. Tara looked back at us and waved for us to come to the front of the line.

  The bouncer nodded at each of us in turn, stamping our hands as he held back the velvet rope letting us into the club. I felt a bit embarrassed walking in front of all these people who had been waiting for so long, and I could practically feel them staring daggers at our group as we skipped to the front of the line and through the doors of the club.

  Once inside, I asked Tara what she had said to the bouncer to get him to let us in.

  “Oh, I didn’t say anything really. I told him he could grab a feel of my ass if he let us skip to the front of the line,” she laughed.

  “You’re absolutely crazy,” I said laughing with her.

  “I know, right? Girls gotta go what a girl’s gotta do.”

  I really had to hand it to her. She knew what she wanted and went after it. I guess sometimes having both curves and confidence really pays off.

  We followed her up to the bar and ordered another round of tequila shots. I offered one last toast before we all headed off to the dance floor.

  “Let’s get crazy tonight!” I said. Simple, short and sweet.

  We walked out to the crowded dance floor, with heavy bass thumping through the speakers in the darkened club. The music was pretty good, some hot new hip-hop song with a catchy chorus. We gathered around in a circle and started dancing with each other. Tara and Kim were putting on a show for some of the men in the club, dancing closely, moving their hands all over each other’s voluptuous bodies. They looked sexy, dancing to the rhythm of the music in the hot club.

  I was dancing with Ashley when I felt someone brush up behind me. He started dancing with me, being slightly hesitant at first, not wanting to push his luck. I could feel him behind me, pushing up against my ass every few seconds. I was enjoying it, the anonymity of our bodies in motion. I decided to give him a little treat, pushing my ass back into him, bending over slightly and arching my back as I wiggled it back and forth. He put his right hand on my hip and started pulling me into him, grinding on me as our bodies moved to the music.

  He moved his hands over my body, running them along my stomach and hips as he grinded against my ass. I could tell he wanted to touch my tits, but that he was worried about offending me. It was then that I decided to turn around and find out just who I was dancing with.

  I looked up to find a tall, tan, handsome man about six foot three inches. He was wearing a designer blazer with a t-shirt underneath, a sort of classy casual look that really worked well on his fit body. He smiled at me as I looked up into his icy blue eyes. I motioned for him to put his head down.

  “I’m Natasha,” I said, almost having to yell into his ear over the noise of the club.

&n
bsp; “I’m Jack,” he yelled back, “Jack Ericson.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said. Then I turned myself around and started dancing again. I’d had enough talk for now. And after seeing who I was dancing with, I was ready to get back to feeling his body up against me.

  While we danced, I could feel his cock getting harder in his pants as I worked it with my curvy ass. I liked the way he felt, poking me slightly as we grinded to the music. I could feel myself starting to get wet. Everything about the setting was turning me on: the music, the man, the heat of the club.

  I turned myself back around and slung my arms around his neck. Jack ran his big animal-like hands down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me into him, my large breasts pressed into his upper abs given how tall he was. I felt him move his hand up my side and cop a slight feel of my right breast. I looked away as if I didn’t notice. And really, I didn’t mind. I wanted to let things get crazy tonight. I was out of town with my best friends for a bachelorette bash; this night, this entire weekend was supposed to be one to remember. I was open to whatever the night had in store for me.

  Soon I was feeling hot and asked Jack if he would get me a drink. I was headed to the bar when Jack pulled me the other way, leading me to his VIP booth where he had a bottle of vodka and several other drinks waiting. He poured me a glass over ice and I sipped it, enjoying the biting refreshment. It was slightly quieter here so we were able to have something of a normal conversation, getting out all the particulars of our careers and things like that.

  As it turned out Jack was a sports agent from LA. He was just down in Miami to work on a deal for one of the athletes he represented, but had taken a few extra days off to enjoy a bit of vacation.

  “Where are you staying?” I asked, trying to seem innocent, but he was a really sharp guy and I think he knew what I was ultimately after.

  “I have a room at Hilton Bentley. It’s about ten minutes away from here.”