this.”
Jeff glared at Clay, pissed that he couldn’t even listen.
Was he so afraid that Jeff might say something indiscreet?
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“Whatever. I just… can’t.” Clay spun on his heel and hurried away as if he were afraid Jeff might try to stop him.
Jeff started after him but stopped when it became clear that Clay wanted to be rid of him.
“Fuck.”
“I hear you.”
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Jeff turned his head to see who had followed along behind him, but the voice was sympathetic. It turned out to be Jamie Denson.
“It can be hard,” Jamie said.
“What can?” Jeff asked warily. If Clay couldn’t take the heat, he sure wasn’t going to out him by some careless comment.
Jamie nodded in the direction Clay had gone.
“Admitting that you’re gay. Especially if you don’t want to be.”
“He’s not gay.”
“Bi, then. It’s got to be worse if you swing both ways.
More confusing when it happens.” Jeff sighed. He almost didn’t care enough to defend himself and claim to be one hundred percent red-blooded male with only loose, beautiful women on his mind. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Doug had a hard time with it, you know?” Jamie watched Jeff’s face, seeing the desire to know war with his impulse to just walk away. “He’s one of the old school; get drunk, go to a glory hole, get your dick sucked, and pretend it never happened the next day.”
“Really?”
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“Till he met me.” Jamie straightened his shoulders and stuck out his chest a little. “And I still had to chase him down, hog-tie him, and pretty much force it out of him that he loved me.”
“Doug’s a pretty private guy. Is he going to be okay with you telling me this?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell him I told you. He won’t mind because he saw it too.”
“Saw what?”
“You love him.”
“Love?” Jeff was aghast. “This isn’t about love. This is about… about… getting your rocks off on the road without…
complications!”
Jamie laughed. “Yeah, it all seems pretty uncomplicated to me.”
“Well, I don’t give a damn anyway. He doesn’t want this, so it’s a moot point.”
“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.” Nettled by Jamie’s knowing grin, Jeff burst out, “He tells me to fuck off on a regular basis, just about every stop of the tour. If he’s struggling with it this bad—” Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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Jamie waited, but Jeff clamped his mouth shut while his jaw worked feverishly. “You two got something special.
Don’t throw it away.” Jamie turned to walk away.
“What would you do?”
“You’re asking me? A pony rider?”
“I’m asking… I’m asking…,” Jeff said, feeling like a fool, but he had to know how to fix this.
“How do you win in the ring?”
A slow grin spread over Jeff’s face. “Thanks, Jamie.”
“Don’t mention it.”
JEFF decided to leave Clay alone for a while. It hadn’t escaped his attention that Clay always came sniffing around after enough time had gone by, but this time he needed to decide if he really wanted Clay. Being with Clay had been the most amazing sex he’d ever had, but even an adrenaline junky might want a smoother ride in the sack, considering what he did as his job.
The problem was that Jeff could see that other guys were good-looking; he just didn’t want any of them. Take Doug now, he was older, but he was in great shape. His stomach was still flat, and he was a handsome man. And Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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Jamie, he was almost as beautiful as a girl, but in a tough masculine way that saved him from looking like one. But Jeff felt nothing more than a friendly desire to get to know them better. Because they were like him.
One-man men. Which kinda sucked if the one man was skittish as a bull with a split hoof. Which made him even more pissed off at Clay for keeping on with these hissy fits.
He wasn’t sure he had
Jeff glared at Clay, pissed that he couldn’t even listen.
Was he so afraid that Jeff might say something indiscreet?
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“Whatever. I just… can’t.” Clay spun on his heel and hurried away as if he were afraid Jeff might try to stop him.
Jeff started after him but stopped when it became clear that Clay wanted to be rid of him.
“Fuck.”
“I hear you.”
Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
115
Jeff turned his head to see who had followed along behind him, but the voice was sympathetic. It turned out to be Jamie Denson.
“It can be hard,” Jamie said.
“What can?” Jeff asked warily. If Clay couldn’t take the heat, he sure wasn’t going to out him by some careless comment.
Jamie nodded in the direction Clay had gone.
“Admitting that you’re gay. Especially if you don’t want to be.”
“He’s not gay.”
“Bi, then. It’s got to be worse if you swing both ways.
More confusing when it happens.” Jeff sighed. He almost didn’t care enough to defend himself and claim to be one hundred percent red-blooded male with only loose, beautiful women on his mind. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Doug had a hard time with it, you know?” Jamie watched Jeff’s face, seeing the desire to know war with his impulse to just walk away. “He’s one of the old school; get drunk, go to a glory hole, get your dick sucked, and pretend it never happened the next day.”
“Really?”
Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
116
“Till he met me.” Jamie straightened his shoulders and stuck out his chest a little. “And I still had to chase him down, hog-tie him, and pretty much force it out of him that he loved me.”
“Doug’s a pretty private guy. Is he going to be okay with you telling me this?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell him I told you. He won’t mind because he saw it too.”
“Saw what?”
“You love him.”
“Love?” Jeff was aghast. “This isn’t about love. This is about… about… getting your rocks off on the road without…
complications!”
Jamie laughed. “Yeah, it all seems pretty uncomplicated to me.”
“Well, I don’t give a damn anyway. He doesn’t want this, so it’s a moot point.”
“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.” Nettled by Jamie’s knowing grin, Jeff burst out, “He tells me to fuck off on a regular basis, just about every stop of the tour. If he’s struggling with it this bad—” Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
117
Jamie waited, but Jeff clamped his mouth shut while his jaw worked feverishly. “You two got something special.
Don’t throw it away.” Jamie turned to walk away.
“What would you do?”
“You’re asking me? A pony rider?”
“I’m asking… I’m asking…,” Jeff said, feeling like a fool, but he had to know how to fix this.
“How do you win in the ring?”
A slow grin spread over Jeff’s face. “Thanks, Jamie.”
“Don’t mention it.”
JEFF decided to leave Clay alone for a while. It hadn’t escaped his attention that Clay always came sniffing around after enough time had gone by, but this time he needed to decide if he really wanted Clay. Being with Clay had been the most amazing sex he’d ever had, but even an adrenaline junky might want a smoother ride in the sack, considering what he did as his job.
The problem was that Jeff could see that other guys were good-looking; he just didn’t want any of them. Take Doug now, he was older, but he was in great shape. His stomach was still flat, and he was a handsome man. And Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
118
Jamie, he was almost as beautiful as a girl, but in a tough masculine way that saved him from looking like one. But Jeff felt nothing more than a friendly desire to get to know them better. Because they were like him.
One-man men. Which kinda sucked if the one man was skittish as a bull with a split hoof. Which made him even more pissed off at Clay for keeping on with these hissy fits.
He wasn’t sure he had
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