“I feel like a teenager trying to sneak into a drive-in movie without paying,” Blue grumbled.
“Obviously, you never did it because everyone knows the only way to get away with it is to hide in the trunk.” After turning the Nova around, Solo headed out of the parking lot. The MC had purchased an old brickyard years ago. The lot consisted of three large buildings and a few smaller outbuildings, all made of the finest brick underpaid laborers could manufacture. One of the buildings housed the club’s social area, complete with a few rooms to take the club girls when the booze flowed and cocks grew hard. The other two buildings were used for storage and the custom bike shop the club owned. Despite what people thought, the club wasn’t into the really hard stuff. They sold guns on occasion when cash was low, and offered protection at a price on certain shipments of illegal items, but they left the really bad shit for other clubs in the area. For the most part, they were just a group of like-minded men who preferred to spend time with each other rather than the outside world. That wasn’t to say they didn’t fight with each other and other bike clubs throughout the area, but that was boys being men.
Solo cleared the large twin brick columns and pulled out onto the street. “Okay.”
With a groan, Blue sat up and ran a hand across his hair. “Now are you taking me back to get my car?”
“Not until we settle a few things.” Solo took a left at the light. He was going to go against his number one rule and take Blue to his house. Where else could they go? It wasn’t like they could share a friendly cup of coffee at the local diner. They were from two separate worlds and nothing more than fucking could possibly come out of a night spent together, but he wasn’t willing to go to Blue’s house again. There was something unsettling about the pristine white cottage with its big welcoming front porch. It was a façade. Life wasn’t neat and orderly in Solo’s world. It was bloody and messy, and men like him didn’t get the happily ever after others dreamed of. He wasn’t bitter about his future. Once he’d figured out he enjoyed cock over pussy, he’d accepted his lot in life.
* * * *
Eric stared at the singlewide trailer in front of him. What a dump. No wonder Solo hadn’t wanted to go to his place the first night they met. The shithole was at the end of a small trailer park, only yards away from a busy highway. A single chair sat on the small, crudely made, front porch along with a mini-grill.
“Get out,” Solo said from the open door.
Eric had been so shocked at the sight of the biker’s home he hadn’t noticed Solo getting out of the Nova. Embarrassed by his reaction, he climbed out of the backseat. “Why’re we here?” He stared at the line of trees behind Solo’s trailer. “You planning to kill me and bury me in that stand of trees over there?”
Solo, who was already making his way to the porch, stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t give me any ideas, cop.”
Cop?
What happened to Blue? Although Eric was embarrassed to admit it, he’d liked Solo’s nickname. Blue sounded like a pet name. Cop sounded like an insult when issued by the gorgeous biker. He followed Solo up the steps, still smarting. A single recliner, end table, television and lamp were all the furniture in the trailer’s living room. “You must be real popular,” he mumbled in an attempt to hurt Solo. “You’ve got a spot for all your friends to sit.”
The muscles in Solo’s clenched jaws ticked for several moments. “I told you I didn’t get my name from a damn red cup.”
It wasn’t in Eric’s nature to be vindictive, and seeing Solo’s reaction to the comment made him feel like shit. “I’m sorry. Lashing out because my feelings got hurt isn’t like me.” He stared up at Solo. He could get lost in Solo’s masculinity, but he knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere. Better to get back to the reason he’d agreed to talk to Solo. “I have to do my job and find the sonofabitch who put that boy in the hospital.”
“So do I,” Solo said, his gaze raking down Eric’s body. “We may have different ideas of how to deal with the asshole, but we’re essentially on the same side on this one.”
Eric had an idea of how a man like Solo would handle the dealer, and, although, there was a side of him that agreed with Solo’s methods, he couldn’t be a part of them. “Let me do my job, and he’ll be put away for attempted murder among other things.”
Solo leaned against the front door and crossed his arms, drawing Eric’s attention to the tattooed body that had held him only weeks earlier. “If anyone but a Digger picks this guy up, we’ll lose our reputation for keeping the schools clean. I’ve worked too fuckin’ hard to earn that respect to just hand it over.”
“I can’t sit by and let you kill the guy no matter how much the idea appeals to me,” Eric shot back. What the hell was he saying? Solo could use his words against him in a heartbeat if he had a mind to.
Solo stared at Eric for a long time before dipping his chin. “Okay. Here’s how it’s gonna play. If I catch the fucker, I exact my brand of justice before calling you to pick him up and take him in.”
“You won’t kill him?” Eric questioned.
“Not completely.” Solo pulled his T-shirt off over his head. “It’s the only way for us both to get what we need.”
Eric tried to control his body’s reaction to the expanse of Solo’s chest. Black ink decorated Solo’s skin from wrist to pecs on both sides. He wasn’t sure if Solo had more ink under the short dark brown hair that covered his chest, but he was betting there was. Unable to resist the lure, he moved to run his fingers through the coarse curls. “What else do you need?”
In answer, Solo reached down and unfastened his jeans. “Take my boots off,” he ordered.
Eric touched the tip of his tongue to his split lip and tried to rationalize his desire to spend another few hours in Solo’s bed. They’d be working together until they caught the dealer. No way would he be able to see Solo on a regular basis and not keep his hands to himself, so maybe a deal of another kind was in order. “One condition. We enjoy each other until we catch the asshole hurting kids. After that, we go our separate ways.”
Solo narrowed his eyes. “If the club finds out, I’m a dead man, so whatever happens between us, happens in private.”
Eric nodded. He was out at work, but the other cops knowing he was fucking a Grave Diggers biker would kill his reputation and possibly his career. “Agreed,” he said before sinking to his knees.
Solo held his left foot off the rust-colored shag carpet while Eric pulled the boot off along with the sock. They repeated the process with the right foot. Solo pushed his jeans down his muscular thighs. “No kissing. No sucking cock until that lip of yours is healed,” he proclaimed.
Eric got to his feet. “You can blame your boy Rowdy for that.”
The corner of Solo’s mouth quirked up slightly. “Rowdy does love to fight.”
“Yeah, he should. He’s good at it.” Eric gently touched the swelling on his jaw and eye. “Still not sure how I’m going to explain this.”
Solo began to undress Eric, starting with his bloodstained shirt. “You don’t have to explain shit. It’s no one’s business.”
Eric chuckled. “You live in a different world than I do. Most men I know don’t walk around sporting split lips and black eyes, especially cops.”
Solo grunted and unzipped Eric’s jeans while Eric toed off his athletic shoes. “That’s why I don’t live in your world,” Solo replied with disgust in his tone. “Cops are nosy assholes who pry into your business just enough to stir up trouble but never give a fuck about the aftermath they leave behind.”
Eric paused in the process of kicking out of his jeans and underwear. There was a level of hatred and distrust there that needed to be explored further. “You talkin’ from experience?”
Solo walked naked to the small kitchen and retrieved two beers from the refrigerator. “I’m going to bed. Join me if you want,” he said before disappearing into the hall.
Eric glanced down at his erection. It would be a shame to waste something like that, so he followed. He’d get an answer to his question but it didn’t have to be immediately. He walked toward the light at the end of the hall. On the way, he passed a bathroom and a bedroom, if you could call it that. The bedroom looked more like a garage with motorcycle parts littering the floor and a bike frame in the middle of the room. It didn’t make sense to him, but a lot of things about Solo didn’t make sense.
Eric entered the bedroom to find Solo sitting on a mattress with his back against the wall. The bed had no blankets, and he briefly wondered how clean the sheets were. The thought of Solo fucking other guys in that bed without changing them didn’t sit well. “I’m not going to catch anything from those, am I?” he asked, pointing to the sheet Solo had kicked to the end of the mattress.
“I don’t fuck here.” Solo took a sip of his beer and held the other out to Eric. “You want this?”
Eric took the bottle as he sat on the edge of the bed beside Solo’s thigh. “If you don’t fuck here, why’d you bring me?”
“Good question.” Solo tipped his beer back and took a swallow. “I only have the one pillow, but you can use it.”
Eric assumed it was the closest he’d get to an invitation, so he stood and moved around to the opposite side of the mattress. He mimicked Solo’s position as he studied the room. Posters of girls and a nudey motorcycle calendar were the extent of Solo’s decorating. “I thought you said you didn’t have pussy at your place.”
Solo glanced at Eric and grinned. “I don’t fuck club pussy, so I have to make it seem as though I get it elsewhere.”
Eric lifted the bottle to his mouth and winced when the hard surface hit the split in his lip. “I know you’re not much into sharing, but why join an MC if you can’t live the way you want?”
It took several minutes, but Solo eventually sighed. “I was already a member when I realized I preferred dick.” He shrugged. “Rowdy, that fucker, talked me into a threesome with him and one of the club girls.”
“Rowdy’s gay, too?” Eric asked.
Solo chuckled. “No. Rowdy’s a sick fuck who likes to see a woman get drilled in both ends.”
Eric sipped his beer and thought about Solo’s explanation. “So, when you were watching Rowdy fuck this girl, you realized you were gay?”
Solo stared down at Eric. “Why the hell do you need to know this?”
“Curious, I guess. I knew when I was in high school,” Eric replied. “A guy on the football team popped my cherry. I just find it interesting that you were an adult before you figured it out.”
“I didn’t say that.” Solo finished his beer. “Growing up, I spent a lot of time in juvie. Teenage boys think of nothing but sex, so we fucked each other. I thought I enjoyed it because that’s all I had. I did a short stint in county lock-up after I turned eighteen, and the same happened there, but it wasn’t until I had both a pussy and a cock in front of me that I figured out which one I preferred.”
“Wow. Did that freak Rowdy out?” Eric handed Solo his beer. “You can have the rest of that if you want.”
“Rowdy doesn’t freak out about much. He still has me go back to his room with him and whatever woman he’s fucking at the time, but it’s more for show. I usually end up sitting in the corner acting like I’m getting my rocks off while he fucks her. It’s enough to throw the other brothers off.”
“But you and Rowdy have never…” Eric didn’t finish the question.
“No.” Solo grinned and reached down to wrap his hand around Eric’s cock. “Jealous?”
“No!” Eric shot back. “I told you, I’m curious.”
“I’m done talking.” Solo drained Eric’s bottle of beer before setting it on the nightstand. He opened the drawer and removed lube and a strip of condoms. “We gonna fuck?”
One thing was clear. Eric would not get subtlety or romance from Solo. The sexy biker was blunt to the core, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the man. He moved down to lay his head on the borrowed pillow. Spreading his legs, he realized he didn’t mind Solo’s lack of social graces. Solo’s hard edge made him who he was. Eric doubted there would ever be a dull moment with Solo. He stared up at Solo who hadn’t moved. “Well?” he prompted.
“Are you always this easy?” Solo asked, moving to stretch out beside Eric.
“Only when I wanna be.” Eric reached for Solo’s cock. “And with you, I want to be.”
Solo started to lean in for a kiss but stopped himself before reaching Eric’s lips. “I almost forgot about your cut. We’ll have to stick to fucking tonight.”
Eric nodded. He’d been with quite a few men who didn’t get into kissing, but Solo seemed to love it, and he was damn good at it. “I’ll suffer until I heal.”
Solo poured lube onto his fingers before moving to brush them over Eric’s hole.
Moaning, Eric tucked his legs under his torso, opening himself further to Solo’s touch. He rested his cheek on his hands and closed his eyes as Solo’s finger slowly pushed inside. “Fuck,” he groaned.
“I thought about knocking on your door for more of this,” Solo admitted. “I fucking love your ass.”
Pleased with the compliment, Eric smiled to himself. He still didn’t know how things could work between them for anything beyond fucking, but, for now, fucking was enough. “Funny, because I’m rather fond of your fingers.”
Solo grunted and removed his fingers. He reached for a condom on the bedside table. “I’d rather you felt that way about my dick.”
“Give it to me, and I’ll consider it,” Eric replied, issuing a challenge he knew he’d pay for. Fortunately, he’d pay in the best way possible.