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that point perfectly clear when they talked. It had been Clay who jumped him, and he needed to be told about that.
    The door to Clay’s trailer stood open in invitation when he arrived, which just pissed Jeff off even more, along with the fact that Clay hadn’t thought it necessary to tell Jeff where he had parked. The man was so arrogant he thought all he had to do was whistle and Jeff would come to heel like a dog? Well, he had a lesson in manners coming, and Jeff thought he was just the man to deliver it.
    He pushed the door open. An excited little thrill danced down his spine at the happy, expectant look on Clay’s face, but he was riding a wave of anger that couldn’t be denied. He hauled off and socked Clay on the kisser.

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    Clay ducked fast enough that the blow glanced off his cheekbone and grabbed Jeff by the upper arms, slamming him against the wall. “You’ll break a hand one day going for the jaw.”
    “It’ll be worth it.” Jeff glared at his captor, and with a mighty surge, freed himself, speedily turning Clay so that he was against the wall and slamming his weight against him to keep him there. “What the fuck were you thinking kissing me in that alley?”
    “You didn’t seem to mind at the time,” Clay said with a smirk that Jeff wanted to wipe off his face.
    “You fucking asshole,” Jeff growled. He backed his hips up to slam them into Clay’s once more. “You don’t know me.” The smirk died from Clay’s face. “You’re just so hot, I couldn’t resist.”
    “Really?” Jeff knew there was a stupid grin on his face, but he couldn’t seem to wipe it off.
    “I missed you.”
    “Damn,” Jeff groaned. “We have to stop this.”
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    “I want you.”
    The throaty voice in his ear combined with the hot breath on his neck made Jeff shiver with lust. How did this man do this to him? He didn’t know at what point he’d gotten hard enough to pound nails, but he rubbed his aching cock against Clay’s groin, glad to feel an answering hardness there.
    He attacked Clay’s mouth and released his hands to grapple with the buckle on his belt. If he was going to do this again, he wanted skin. He wanted to see the object of his lust.
    Clay pushed him away long enough to say, “Next time you undo that belt it’ll be the first-prize buckle on there.”
    “Not a chance, cowboy. You’ll only get your hands on that buckle when you take my pants off,” Jeff taunted with a savage grin. He took Clay’s lips again, thrusting his tongue between them. When he finally got Clay’s jeans undone, he pushed them down the other man’s thighs. His hand trembled as he circled his fingers around the hard flesh that stood up proudly between them.
    He caressed the ridge of the head delicately even though he just wanted to grab on and pump. His thumb swept over the head, picking up a couple drops of fluid to help lubricate his hand.

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    He kept his mouth on Clay’s but gave a smothered yelp when he felt hands at his own belt, fumbling with urgency.
    The air was cool on his ass as his jeans were yanked down, but Clay’s hand was hot on his dick, pulling on it with confident sureness.
    There was none of the uncertainty he sometimes experienced with women, no searching for the spot; Jeff knew just what to do as he handled Clay. The quickening of his breath and tiny moans told Jeff when he found a sensitive spot. The way Clay’s cock felt sliding against his palm was incredibly arousing.
    Jeff lifted his hand to lick it and returned to stroking the other man. He could feel their hands moving together, picking up speed. Clay’s hand covered his, and Jeff’s hips bucked as he felt their erections pressed together,