Free Crazy for the Werewolf (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf) by Cassie Laurent Page A

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.
    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