[B.S. #3] Claiming Laura by Dale Cadeau

the room. Quite a few women admired him and a lot were younger than she was. That started her thinking about how a guy like him could be interested in her. But it made her smile also, because she was the one with him. She was finding she was very possessive. They could look at Clay, but no one else could touch. No one was getting a taste of him before she did. She smiled at her thoughts. Now she just had to get Clay on the same page.
    Watching Laura, with her wide green eyes taking him in as he waked back to her, Clay felt ten feet tall. Those eyes of hers seemed to be eating him up and he had to get his body under control as his cock wanted to rise and greet her. Down boy. He tried to talk his cock down. He was half-successful as it didn’t rise to its full height, but he knew if she took a closer look, she would notice. The best way to get her attention was to talk as soon as he reached near enough for her to hear.
    “Want to dance?” Clay put their drinks down on the table and put out a hand to Laura.
    “I really don’t think I’m much of a dancer, but if you want to take a chance I’m game.” Laura took his hand and rose from the booth. Clay led her to the dance floor and put his arms around her. They were lucky it was a soft ballad as Laura didn’t know what she would have done if it had been one of the new beat sounds that the kids liked so much. It had been years since she had to dance fast. As Clay’s arms surrounded her, she calmed down and just let her body rest against his. She could smell his aftershave and Clay’s own scent as she got closer and laid her head on his chest over his heart.
    Clay wanted to squeeze her and never let her go. She felt so good in his arms. Maybe dancing hadn’t been a great idea. Now she was even closer. His cock started to harden even more and bumped against the zipper of his pants. Clay moved his lower body away from her a bit. Clay didn’t want any space between them, but he wanted to show Laura the respect she deserved. His cock nudging her would not give a great impression on their first dance. He hoped he had a chance to introduce the two of them later.
    Clay just savored having Laura close to him. He couldn’t stop himself from giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. He could smell her lemon scent from her shampoo and it just added to his whole picture of Laura. Clay could have stayed there with Laura in his arms all night, but he also had to remember he had a job to do. Letting his arms release Laura as the music came to an end, Clay escorted her back to their table.
    After seating Laura he took the bench seat across from her. He would have liked to sit beside her but he had to have an unobstructed view of the whole bar. This seat halfway down the bar allowed him that and was better for people watching. Taking a scan of the people in the bar, he noticed quite a few of the Doms and their subs. Except for the leather, they were no different from other patrons.
    The door to the bar suddenly opened and Angel walked in. He grabbed every one of the women in the bars’ attention right away. He stood at six five, dressed all in black leather with his chest bare and muscles bulging. Even Clay had to admit he made a very impressive Dom. Clay could tell that Angel didn’t like the attention he was gathering and lowered his eyes. Something he shouldn’t have done while acting as a Dom.
    Angel looked uncomfortable as he scanned the bar. Spotting Clay, he made his way over. Clay got up and took the seat next to Laura. He didn’t want Angel sitting beside Laura. He liked Angel but he found he was very possessive and didn’t want to give her a chance to forget who she was with.
    Putting his hand on her knee, he gave it a squeeze. Clay turned his attention to Angel as he sat down on the other side of the booth.
    Angel squeezed into the booth that wasn’t made for a man his size. He took in Clay and his new lady. She’s a looker. Clay is one lucky SOB. Changing his