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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 off his game. Well, it wasn’t going to happen, that’s all.

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    Clay couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved when Jeff never showed up before his ride. It took a herculean effort to get his mind off those lips, slightly chapped, and that kiss, more demanding than he’d ever felt from a girl, and yet… somehow kinda sexy? Maybe because of the differences.
    Shaking off that unwelcome thought, Clay imagined his ride, remembering some of the moves that Under Eight had pulled on Jeff the day before, seeing his own body balanced perfectly on the steer’s back, moving as one. Closing his eyes and retreating to the comfort of the familiar task ahead of him, Clay went through the eight seconds he needed over and over, visualizing himself through a perfect ride.
    Still, when he sat on top of the bull in the chute, feeling the movement of the tough animal between his legs, a thrill with a strangely erotic edge rushed through him. He gave the nod. When the gate was opened and the powerful bull surged forward, the sensual thrill of it all overcame him, and he was lost in the sensation of the bull beneath him and the lips claiming him in the darkness of the stable.
    He never heard the horn. He knew the ride was over when he saw Caleb’s urgent face as the clown ran by the side of the bull, gloved hands signaling him to get off. He bailed, kicking free and landing in the dust after a free fall that seemed to take forever. Hands grabbed him, and