Free Curves for the Alpha Mate (BBW, Werewolf Sex, Alpha Male Paranormal Sex) by Victoria Black Page B

that being here helps me stay calm...stay focused.  Usually, I end up loosing track of the time and then find myself passing out on the bed in the back around 4am.  It beats run— tossing until 4am, anyway.”
    “Wow,” Kate replied. “I had no idea this was a family run place.  I guess I just always assumed that some rich guy from the city used Whiskey’s as a way to earn extra cash for his upper west side mansion.”
    “Not a fan of the wealthy I see,” Jack chuckled.
    “It’s not that.  Well, it is.  Or jealousy.”
    Jack stared deeply into Kate’s eyes, giving a slight smile and nod to show his understanding.  He continued looking into her eyes as he took a sip of his Dirty Shirley, swallowing it slowly and intently.
    “Not bad,” he said.
    Kate blushed.
    “Thanks, it’s my favorite,” she said.
    “I Know.”
    Kate blushed some more.  “That’s right.”
    So why can’t you sleep?”  Kate asked, taking another sip of her mixed cocktail.
    “Perceptive and forward.” Jack replied.
    “Sorry.  I have a hard time sleeping too, so I always feel a sense of camaraderie with fellow insomniacs.  You don’t have to tell me anything.  I wouldn’t want to share my reasons either!” 
    “How about you tell me yours and then I’ll tell you mine?”  Jack asked with an air of sexiness Kate couldn’t quite put her finger on.
    “Ha!  Nice try.  I’ll need a few more drinks in my system before I start talking about that!”
    “Two more Dirty Shirley, please!”  Jack announced, holding two fingers up to the bar tender while maintaining eye contact with Kate.
    Kate couldn’t help but stare back into his dark brown eyes, wondering what his story could possibly be.  Who is this person?   She thought.   And why is he so interested in someone like me? Kate expanded her view to take in the more subtle details of his face.  He had a darker complexion – almost Native American, she thought – and a perfectly aligned nose.  She admired his strong jaw, thinking that it was covered with the sexiest amount of trimmed scruff.  God he’s hot.
    “Why don’t we take a walk...” Jack stated, handing Kate her next round of cherry flavored soda and vodka. 
    The two of them walked out of the bar, drinking more than talking as they approached the wooden bench about 50 meters away from Whiskey’s main entrance.  There wasn’t much surrounding them.  Just Whiskey’s, the parking lot, and untamed forest behind them.  Kate could hear the sound of cars buzzing along the distant highway.  It all felt so surreal. 
    “So tell me, Kate.  Why can’t you sleep?”
    Kate wasn’t sure if it was the Dirty Shirley talking or if she was starting to feel a connection with this stranger...this lumberjack Jack.  Ha, that’s funny.  Lumberjack Jack.... God Kate, you’re drunk.
    “Well, aside from the nights I’m kept awake from my downstairs neighbors fucking the shit out of each other, I have a hard time sleeping because...”
    Kate paused.
    “Come on, you can say it.”  Jack insisted, placing a gentle hand on Kate’s thigh.”
    Wow, his hands are huge.  Kate did another quick peak toward his belt region.  Must match his other parts, she thought to herself, slipping quickly into an erotic daydream. 
    Just then, Jack’s hand slid slightly higher upon Kate’s thigh.
    “Is this okay?”  Jack asked.
    “Yes,” Kate replied quickly.  “It’s fine.  It’s...good.”
    Jack brought his hand even higher upon her thigh.  As he did so, Kate could feel her clit begin to throb in a wanting rhythm.  As she wished for him to touch her – to rub his thick fingers on her now wet pussy – Jack leaned in slowly to kiss her. 
    Their lips locked and his tongue swirled against hers.  She could feel the scruff of his beard around her lips, but she liked it.  It felt rugged.  And sexy. And strong.
    Yes, she thought to herself.  Finally. 
    Jack inched his hand even higher, approaching the