STORY EXCERPT

Clay paused from slowly sipping his whiskey at the bar and lifted his head. He turned toward the door, hearing the yell above the music, and watched as four women made their way toward the bar where he was seated. They were all stunners in their own way, but Clay’s attention was caught by the woman bringing up the rear of the group. She looked a little more mature than the others with her mode of dress. But the long black hair, trim figure, and wide green eyes taking in everything around her got Clay’s notice. Clay liked the whole package.

Clay knew with that one look he had to meet her. He would have to think of some way to separate her from her friends, if only for a minute so they could meet.

Clay was contemplating what to do as he watched the women file by his chair, one by one. He knew the method he came up with was dirty, but that didn’t stop him as he put his foot out and bumped her calf as she walked by. Clay was ready as she tripped and he scooped her up in his arms and sat her down on his lap.

Laura was breathless as she felt the large arms surrounding her. She could have had a bad fall by not watching where she was going. Pushing her hair off her face, she looked up at her savior.

Her mind went blank when she got a glance of the man holding her. She could feel her mouth drop open. He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on and she was sitting on his lap. His eyes were totally focused on her and his arms seemed to tighten just a bit as she looked her fill.

“Thanks for saving me,” Laura stuttered. Thinking that he would probably want her to move, she said the last thing she wanted to say. “If you’ll just let me up, I’ll join my friends.” She didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay in this beautiful man’s lap.

What am I thinking? A man like him would not take a second glance at me if I hadn’t fallen into his lap.

Clay looked down at the large green eyes staring back at him. With her pale complexion, long black hair, and curves, his body reacted to her like it never had done before for any other woman. God, he just wanted to eat her up. He could make such a meal out of her. He could smell her spicy perfume and knew the smell didn’t all come out of a bottle. Clay tightened his arms around her again. What could he say? He was so rusty when it came to small talk or having to make polite conversation with a woman, that now he was lost. Clay knew, what the women that usually hung around him expected, and talking wasn’t usually a requirement.

This woman was different.

“Hey, pretty lady, the pleasure was all mine. The bar is awful crowded tonight. This might be the only good seat left in the house.”

Laura couldn’t help grinning up at him. He was flirting, at least she thought so. After years of making sure she stayed off anyone’s radar, she was so out of practice.

“What about my friends that I came with?”

“Sorry, my lap only has room for one.”

Laughing up at him, she gently removed his arms from around her and stood up, between his legs. Stepping back a little, she took him in. He wore dark brown leather pants and a leather vest that matched. His arms were solid muscle and full of tattoos. Looking up past his magnificent chest on display with the open vest, she took in his too long brown hair streaked with a little silver. His gray eyes were framed by long black lashes. Eyes that you could get lost in, Laura thought. If she had been asked to describe bedroom eyes, these would be it. The total package, along with his masculine scent, brought to her mind things she should not be thinking of when just meeting a man for the first time.

Tearing her eyes away from him, she looked around for her friends. Spotting them, she saw that they were at the cash register at the end of the bar paying for their drinks. “There they are. I better hurry if I want a drink.”

Clay turned in his seat but, keeping her hips encased by his legs, he raised his hand at the bartender, who was at his elbow right away. Looking at Laura, he asked, “And what would you like? I can’t keep calling you pretty lady, even though it fits. Tell me your name? I’m Clay Taylor.”

“Thanks. I’ll have a rum and coke.” She opened her purse and fumbled trying to pull her wallet out. “And my name is Laura.”

“Does it go with a last name? I don’t bite and your friends are just at the end of the bar, so I think you’re reasonably safe,” Clay added, trying to be smooth.

“Branch, my last name is Branch.”

“Well, Laura Branch. Let me buy you at least one drink. Your friends seem to be getting to know the neighbors around here.”

Laura looked at her friends, who now were standing surrounded by men. They seemed to be having a great time.

The bartender laid her drink on the bar and Clay laid some cash on the bar before she could ever reach into her wallet.

“Thank you for the drink, but my friends and I are out celebrating this evening and I wouldn’t want to desert them.” She picked up her drink from the bar and turned away from Clay toward her friends. Clay gently grabbed her elbow before she had taken one step away from him.

ADULT EXCERPT

Grabbing her, he pushed her against the wall in the hallway and took her face in his hands. He tried to be gentle, but he was working without too much blood in his brain. Now it all of it seemed to be pooled in his cock that ached to be released. Latching onto Laura’s lips, he pushed through with his tongue and swept her mouth. He gave a shiver as her taste exploded through him and he tried to get deeper and get more of her unique taste.

Finally gasping for breath, he let her lips go and made his way down the side of her neck, sucking the soft skin as he went. It took him a few minutes to realize that Laura was stiff in his arms and wasn’t reciprocating.

As he came back to his senses, he saw that she was as still as a statue and had her hands bunched in the front of his shirt, pushing him away. He knew he had acted like a madman with his rush to claim her. Pulling back from her, he held his arms loosely around her and could feel her shake. Looking into her large green eyes, he could see that she looked fearful and knew that he was in deep shit.

Clay rubbed his hands up and down her arms, trying to soothe her as she buried her head in his chest. He had to try and make amends for almost attacking her. God, he had never been too smooth with the ladies, but he had never done anything that wasn’t consensual.

When he didn’t get a response from her right away, he reached out and lifted her chin so he could see her eyes. He was surprised to see a smoldering look in them. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. One hand grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips down to meet hers. Laura gave Clay a small kiss and let him go.

Still near enough to his lips so that he could feel her breath, she told him, “I’m just not on the same page as you. Let me catch up.” Laura then stuck her tongue in Clay’s surprised mouth.

Happy to accommodate her, now he knew she wasn’t rejecting him, Clay wrapped his arms tighter around her. His lips took over the kiss. They both couldn’t seem to get enough of each other now. Clothes seemed to disappear as they tore them away from each other.

The next thing Clay realized he was balls deep in Laura on the floor of her front hallway, savoring the tight grasp of her sheath. The feeling was so intense for Clay that he knew he had never felt this with another woman. Pulling himself up on his knees between her legs, he tried to restrain his pushes, but with the feeling of his cock surrounded by her warmth, he couldn’t hold on. He just lost it, as his hips started pounding his cock as deep into her as he could get. Laura’s nails dug into his back making him arch even harder and deeper into her on every down thrust. Her hips were glued to his as if she wouldn’t bear any space between them. Her moans got louder every time his cock bottomed out. It told him she was close to ecstasy sharing the moment with him.

He knew they were both running out of time. He didn’t want this exquisite feeling to ever end. But he could feel his balls gathering so painfully tight to his body, he knew they were ready to explode. Breaking his stride, he lifted his pelvis up a bit, enough to get his hand between them, and brushed his finger over her clit. It felt like a little hard rock as he brushed it back and forth. Working two of his fingers around the small bud, he gave it a small squeeze.