Extreme Bull by Catt Ford

Jeff’s mouth. They swapped spit for a few minutes until Clay pulled away to take in a giant yawn.
    “Time for me to get going,” Jeff said.
    “No, stay. I want you to.”
    After a moment of indecision, Jeff yawned. “Okay.” Clay reached over to turn out the light, pleased when Jeff rolled into his arms, facing him, insinuating one leg between his. “Was it good for you?” The silence that followed made him question what they’d done and whether Jeff really wanted to be here.
    “You know it was, you fucking score whore. You want me to give you a point ranking next time?” Clay chuckled. “For me too.”

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    BOTH men woke up easily at five a.m. out of long habit. They were sleeping face to face, curled up in each other, but this time, when Clay opened his eyes, he was eager for the sight of Jeff’s face.
    Jeff was awake and already grinning at him. “I’m disappointed.”
    “In?”
    “No falling off the bed, no hysterical crying and running out of the room—”
    “I did not cry!”
    “Can’t prove it by me.”
    Clay kissed him. “That help?”
    “Some.” Jeff heaved a sigh as he rubbed himself against Clay.
    “Second thoughts?”
    “And third.”
    “So what do you want to do about this?” Clay picked his words carefully, trying not to put anything out there that might panic Jeff.
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    “Yeah, maybe that’s best.” Clay opened his arms, and Jeff slid away from him to sit on the edge of the bed. Clay ogled him, wondering when he’d become an ass man.
    Jeff bent over, and Clay realized he was pulling on his pants. “You can shower here.”
    “I’ll go back to my place. Clean boxers,” Jeff explained.
    He stood up and stamped into his boots, bending over to kiss Clay on the mouth. “Meet you at the chuck wagon for breakfast?”
    “Yeah.” Clay watched with regret as Jeff found his shirt and buttoned it up.
    “See ya.”

    “WHEN did you two kiss and make up?” BJ asked, setting down his tray.
    Jeff answered without a blush. “Last night. It was right out of a regular ro- mance novel.” It was Clay who was too embarrassed to talk this time, and he wondered how Jeff could remain so composed, especially in the light of what had gone on between them last night. He felt especially embarrassed when he remembered some of the things he’d done. It was weird looking at Jeff Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    calmly eating breakfast and remembering how they’d been rolling around naked together on his bed.
    “Well, it’s good to see you two getting along. It’d give the sport a bad name if the fans saw the two best riders at each other’s throats all the time.” BJ nodded wisely.
    “You’re not doing yourself justice, Beej,” Jeff said.
    “I’m not kidding myself. I’m a good rider, but this isn’t my year. Touch wood,” BJ rapped the table, “if neither one of you falls off, one of you are gonna win the season.”
    “It’s not if you go down, it’s when ,” Jeff said. “Your winning time’ll come.”
    “You know it, dude. I’m just snapping at your heels.” BJ
    pointed at Jeff with a piece of bacon. “You better be careful.
    Don’t fall asleep in the wrong place, or you might wake up dead.”
    Jeff smirked at the look on Clay’s face. “I’ll be very careful where I sleep,” he teased.
    “Fucker,” Clay said under his breath. He turned bright red and grabbed his hat when he spotted Sam making his way towards their table. “Gotta go, got something to take care of.” He jumped up and left Jeff sitting there with BJ.
    Jeff craned his neck to find out what scared Clay off like that and saw Sam coming toward them. Then it was his turn to go red. “Um, see you Beej, got something to do before the Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    ride.” He hightailed it out of there, wondering if he would ever be able to speak to Sam again without stuttering or blushing like