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couldn’t go on pretending Jeff wasn’t standing there, big as life, especially as his—
    “Thanks. Yeah, not one of my best. Saw you on Twister earlier.”
    “And?”
    “It was a good ride,” Clay said grudgingly.
    “It was a great ride, admit it!”
    “Don’t you ever get tired of blowing your own horn?”
    “Do you?”
    Clay bit his lip. He had a feeling they weren’t talking about bragging rights any more, and the memory of the few kisses they’d shared seemed to be seared into his mind and body. He felt hot and uneasy at the thought of it. “Not here!” he hissed.
    Jeff’s temper had cooled to a simmer, but this unwarranted implication that he was trying to start something turned up the flame. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    “Meet me at my trailer later. After supper.” After flinging this terse order at him, Clay turned on his heel and walked away to meet Sam.
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    decided. Clay needed a piece of his mind, and he aimed to give it to him.

    DARK came early in March, and Jeff was still eating his supper when he saw Clay get up and leave the grub hall.
    Clay looked over the assembled men to see where Jeff was sitting, but his face didn’t give away that he’d been searching for him.
    Probably wanted to be sure he wasn’t waiting to jump him outside, Jeff thought. He had no interest in kissing Clay at all, and he would make that point perfectly clear when they talked. It had been Clay who jumped him, and he needed to be told about that.
    The door to Clay’s trailer stood open in invitation when he arrived, which just pissed Jeff off even more, along with the fact that Clay hadn’t thought it necessary to tell Jeff where he had parked. The man was so arrogant he thought all he had to do was whistle and Jeff would come to heel like a dog? Well, he had a lesson in manners coming, and Jeff thought he was just the man to deliver it.
    He pushed the door open. An excited little thrill danced down his spine at the happy, expectant look on Clay’s face, but he was riding a wave of anger that couldn’t be denied. He hauled off and socked Clay on the kisser.

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    Clay ducked fast enough that the blow glanced off his cheekbone and grabbed Jeff by the upper arms, slamming him against the wall. “You’ll break a hand one day going for the jaw.”
    “It’ll be worth it.” Jeff glared at his captor, and with a mighty surge, freed himself, speedily turning Clay so that he was against the wall and slamming his weight against him to keep him there. “What the fuck were you thinking kissing me in that alley?”
    “You didn’t seem to mind at the time,” Clay said with a smirk that Jeff wanted to wipe off his face.
    “You fucking asshole,” Jeff growled. He backed his hips up to slam them into Clay’s once more. “You don’t know me.” The smirk died from Clay’s face. “You’re just so hot, I couldn’t resist.”
    “Really?” Jeff knew there was a stupid grin on his face, but he couldn’t seem to wipe it off.
    “I missed you.”
    “Damn,” Jeff groaned. “We have to stop this.”
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    “I want you.”
    The throaty voice in his ear combined with the hot breath on his neck made Jeff shiver with lust. How did this man do this to him? He didn’t know at what point he’d gotten hard enough to pound nails, but he rubbed his aching cock against Clay’s groin, glad to feel an answering hardness there.
    He attacked Clay’s mouth and released his hands to grapple with the buckle on his belt. If he was going to do this again, he wanted skin. He wanted to see the object of his lust.
    Clay pushed him away long enough to say, “Next time you undo that belt it’ll be the first-prize buckle on there.”
    “Not a chance, cowboy. You’ll only get your hands on that buckle when you take my pants off,” Jeff taunted with a savage grin. He took Clay’s lips again, thrusting his tongue between them. When he finally got Clay’s jeans undone, he pushed them down the other man’s thighs. His hand trembled as he circled his fingers around the hard flesh that stood up proudly between