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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.