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    the ring. Men reached down and grabbed his arms, hauling him up and over.
    Sam was there asking him urgently, “You all right? You didn’t get hurt when you fell, did you? You seem kinda dizzy.”
    “I’m fine,” Clay said as if in a dream. “Score? What’s the score?”
    Sam cocked his head listening for it. “That was some ride. 92.5. I’ve never seen you ride like that—” He stared after Clay in bemusement as the other man turned and walked away as if he were walking on air. “I better get him to the doctor. He musta been knocked on the head.” BJ asked anxiously, “Did he seem concussed to you?
    He’ll be right pissed if he can’t ride tomorrow.”
    “I don’t know what’s happenin’ with him, but I never seen him ride like that before,” Sam said.
    “Jeff better watch out,” BJ chortled.

    “WHO pissed in your beer?”

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    Clay looked up to find BJ standing there, a girl on each arm and a shit-eating grin on his face. “Hey, BJ. Good ride today.”
    BJ snorted. “Coming from the man who’s gonna win it all, thanks. And seeing as you’re racking up the points, why are you crying in your beer?”
    “I’m not,” Clay protested. “I’m just… thinking.”
    “He rides with his brain, not his ass,” BJ told the girls.
    They giggled and nestled closer. “Look, man, you’re not pulling your share of the load. Get up off that bar stool and help a man out.”
    Clay looked over to where a line was forming up for a dance and then shook his head. Jeff hadn’t come to the bar that night, which was probably a wise move. He tossed a bill onto the bar and slid off his stool. “Early night for me, man.
    Have fun.”
    The music started up, and Clay edged around the lines of dancers to the door, grateful for the cooler air outside. The sound of people having fun inside the bar meant nothing to him. He had to figure this thing out, or it would continue to gnaw at him and interfere with his riding. And nothing interfered with his riding.
    He cupped his hand over the end of his cigarette and lit up. He started to walk back to his trailer. He hoped that a walk in the cold air would clear his head. He pulled his collar Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    up, tugged his hat down against the wind, and dug his hands in his pockets, letting the cigarette dangle between his lips.
    None of it helped.
    All he could think about was the feeling of Jeff’s body against his, the warmth of his lips, the strength in the hands that held him captive for a moment. He couldn’t banish it from his head. There was something about it that haunted him. Just thinking about it made his breath come faster, and he could feel his cock move in his pants, starting to fill out.
    He had to stop this.
    Clay came back to himself with a start when he realized he was standing in front of a trailer. Only problem was, it wasn’t his.
    It 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