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“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.