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ride out of him.”
    “Good idea.”
    Noticing how Clay’s eyes were roving over the other cowboys, BJ said, “Jeff drew your bull from yesterday, Firestarter.”
    “It’s a fair trade.” Clay shrugged.
    “He took that Doris home last night too,” BJ added slyly.
    “And I got Melissa.” Clay laughed. “Bulls and girls are what you make of them, I guess.”
    “I had no idea you were such a fucking romantic.” Clay turned around, frowning to see Jeff standing there laughing. He made himself smile back, knowing it would Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    annoy Jeff. “It’s not who you ride, it’s how. Girls or steers, I’m going to beat your ass, and you know it.”
    “Keep telling yourself that, cowboy,” Jeff drawled, with a faint emphasis on the boy.
    “No problem, son .” Clay walked away, knowing he’d lose his cool and blow his top if he had to swallow any more of Jeff’s taunting. He needed to settle himself before the ride and get his concentration going.
    He went into the stable, blinking at the change from dazzling sunlight to cool darkness, breathing in the comforting scent of horses and hay and saddle leather to calm himself. Somehow Jeff always seemed to get his goat.
    Clay stiffened when he heard footsteps behind him and flattened his back against the wall to let whoever was in such a hurry get by. He gasped when a hard body rammed against his, squeezing all the air out of his lungs and pinning him against the rough boards.
    He clenched his fists, getting ready to defend himself.
    He knew it was Jeff though; the body pinning him smelled of Jeff’s cologne and some other underlying scent that was essentially Jeff. If he hadn’t been taken by surprise, Clay might have been pissed at himself for having somehow taken enough notice of Jeff to know how he smelled.
    “Can’t take the heat?” he sneered.

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    “I don’t know why I let you get under my skin,” Jeff responded in a low voice.
    Clay put his hands on Jeff’s chest to push him off but left them in place, surprised at the heat emanating off him.
    “Because I’m better than you, and you can’t take it.”
    “That’s not it.”
    Before he could resist in any way, rough lips pressed against his, and a hot tongue insinuated itself into his mouth, searching and exploring, conquering. And he let it.
    Shocked at his own response to the furious kiss, Clay grabbed Jeff around the waist, pulling the slighter man flush against him. He could feel their hips start to work, the sharp edge of teeth on his lower lip, the roughness of Jeff’s stubble against his face. He sucked strongly on the other man’s tongue, wanting it inside him, frantic with arousal and fear that they would be caught, and what in hell was he doing ?
    Jeff tasted faintly of smoke and mint, and Clay thought he would recognize that flavor anywhere if he ever tasted it again.
    And then Jeff wrenched himself away and sprinted out of the stables as if the devil himself were after him.
    Clay wiped his hand across his mouth, panting to catch his breath. He was sure he was supposed to feel disgusted, but he didn’t. He didn’t know quite how he felt, except that this was not what he had expected.

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    He groaned and covered his face with his hands. “That motherfucker. This is just another one of his tricks to fuck me up before the ride.”
    It was working.
    That made Clay mad and effectively killed his growing erection. Damn him. I’m not going to let him get away with this.
    Clay waited until his thighs stopped trembling and his breath was coming easier before he walked out of the stable.
    He looked down and saw one side of his shirt was hanging out over his jeans even though he couldn’t remember it being that way before. He tucked it in and raised his hat, brushing back his hair. It wasn’t in him to spend time staring into mirrors although he’d been told he was a good-looking man, but he found a restroom now to check for signs of what had just happened.
    He looked pretty much the same, just surprised.
    Relieved, he made his way to the area where cowboys waited for their turn to ride. His hands were steady again, and he would need that strength to make the most of his ride. He had to keep his points up.
    He couldn’t help turning his head, surreptitiously looking for Jeff. He wouldn’t put it past the other man to wait until the last second and then jump out in front of him to remind him and throw him