Extreme Bull

was Jeff’s.
    There was a little dim light showing around the blinds in the windows, which meant that Jeff was still up.
    Clay turned to walk away and then turned back, furious with himself. He had never run yellow from anyone or anything, and he wasn’t going to start now.
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    needed to knock Jeff’s lights out, and then everything could go back to normal.
    He dropped his cigarette and ground it out with his heel. Then he knocked on the door.
    He couldn’t hear anything from inside, but the door opened suddenly, light spilling out around Jeff.
    “Can I come in?” Clay couldn’t see Jeff’s face with the light behind him, but he saw his shoulders tense up.
    Jeff took a step back, and Clay could see his shirt hanging open, but he was still dressed except for his boots.
    He looked startled and then resigned.
    “Might as well.”
    Clay climbed up the stairs and passed by, aware of how close they were to each other. He went into the tiny kitchen area and turned to face the other man.
    Jeff was buttoning up his shirt, and Clay felt a tiny moment of regret as Jeff covered his taut stomach and tucked in his shirt. Jeff went to the ironing board and picked up a freshly pressed shirt to put it on a hanger.
    “For the ride tomorrow,” he explained briefly.
    Clay smiled, watching him unplug the iron and fold the board up into the cupboard. Clay’d never had any idea Jeff might be vain about how he looked while riding, but it Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    seemed so as he did always appear neat and tidy, and it made Clay feel an odd moment of affection for him. Finally Jeff turned to him and squared his shoulders.
    “All right, I figure I got a beating coming. Let’s get at it.”
    “That’s not why I came.”
    “Why did you then?”
    “To find out why you did it.”
    Jeff looked at the floor. “I don’t know.”
    “Want to do it again?”
    Jeff looked up to see his shock mirrored on Clay’s face.
    “What?”
    “I said, want to do it again?” Clay winced when he realized how loud his voice sounded in the confined space.
    Jeff opened his mouth and closed it. He couldn’t believe he was hearing right.
    Jeff’s confusion made Clay chuckle, or maybe it was the relief of feeling that he had gained the upper hand again. He went toward Jeff, who stood his ground.
    Jeff flinched when Clay stretched his hand toward him, but Clay only stroked over Jeff’s cheek with his thumb, wrapping his fingers around the back of Jeff’s neck, pulling him closer while staring into his eyes. He could feel the Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    sudden puff of Jeff’s breath over his lips, and then he closed the gap between them, licking softly over the mouth that had tormented him since that first unexpected kiss.
    Jeff stood there with his hands at his sides, still unsure whether Clay meant this or if he was going to get the beatdown he deserved. He kept his lips tightly pressed together.
    Clay backed off, although he kept his hand where it was, caressing Jeff’s hair. “You weren’t so prissy earlier.” Jeff laughed suddenly. “I just can’t believe this is happening.”
    “Neither can I.” Clay leaned forward and was relieved to feel Jeff’s lips relax under his. He darted his tongue into Jeff’s mouth, relishing the low moan. Jeff’s hands came up and circled him, pulling him closer.
    Clay lost himself in the kiss, in exploring the unknown territory open to him. Kissing Jeff was completely different from kissing any woman, although he had known some wild ones in his time. There was more strength to the kiss, more mystery where Clay would have expected less. After all, they were both men; they wanted the same thing, didn’t they? He became aware of the throbbing of his cock, hard and trapped in his jeans. He never would have thought that one kiss could have turned him on so much, but Jeff was driving him crazy. Their tongues tangled and slid over each other, chasing between their open mouths. Clay moved Jeff’s head Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    where he needed it to delve deeper into his mouth and realized he had grabbed Jeff’s ass, kneading the firm roundness of it and pulling the other man’s hips closer.
    Then he lost his breath as Jeff shoved him back against the wall, attacking him with sharp nips to his throat and shoulder, grinding frantically against him. He