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“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.
    “Oh, you’ll do more than consider it,” Solo groused, slapping Eric’s ass.
    Eric jumped at the smack. He wasn’t into being beaten by a lover, but found the slight sting on his butt cheek felt rather pleasing. Fuck. He didn’t know what Solo was doing to him, but he doubted he’d be the same after spending time with the sexy biker. He reached back and rubbed his ass, finding the skin warm. “That wasn’t nice,” he reprimanded.
    Solo dripped lube down the crack of Eric’s ass before rubbing his sheathed cock up and down the crevice. “You’re not here because I’m nice.”
    True, but Eric didn’t verbally agree. He glanced back at Solo, watching the concentration on his face as the thick cock pressed inside of him. The stretch was just as he remembered. The one night they’d spent together hadn’t been enough, and he’d kicked himself afterward for not taking note of Solo’s license plate. Although he tried to stick to the law, he wasn’t above looking someone up in their system, but he’d worried their interlude hadn’t been as good for Solo as it had been for him.
    His cock fully buried inside of Eric, Solo leaned over Eric’s back to place a kiss on his neck. “Ribs okay? I know Rowdy packs a punch.”
    “I’m fine,” Eric shot back. He didn’t like being reminded of the fight earlier. His fighting skills had always been something he’d taken pride in, but, damn, Rowdy’s fists had felt like they’d been filled with cement.
    “Good.” Solo gripped Eric’s hips and began to move in and out of him.
    Eric’s mouth opened as he struggled to breathe. Fuck. Solo’s thrusts had gone from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. The big biker may not be much of a conversationalist, but, Christ, could the man fuck. “Yeah,” he encouraged once he’d caught his breath. He rocked back in counter to Solo’s surges, needing everything he could get. When Solo reached under him and wrapped his hand around Eric’s cock, he swore he could feel every hair on his body stand on end.
    “Fuck! I’m coming,” Eric cried out.
    Several loud grunts sounded in Eric’s ear before Solo whispered. “You’re squeezing my dick off, Blue.”
    Blue. Hell, if Eric hadn’t already come, he’d have done it with the whisper of the nickname. It was a lot better than cop .
    Several thrusts later, Solo howled his release before collapsing on top of Eric. Easing them both down to the mattress, Eric couldn’t help but grin. It was a good thing Rowdy hadn’t cracked one of his ribs or it would be broken with Solo’s weight on top of him. He sighed contentedly as his eyes drifted shut, but before he could drop off to sleep, Solo pulled away with a groan.
    “I’ll take you back to your car whenever you’re ready,” Solo said before leaving the room.
    Eric rolled over and stared up at the water-stained ceiling. What the fuck? When Solo walked back into the room, Eric cleared his throat. “Is this the way of it then?”
    “What?” Solo asked, tossing Eric’s clothes and shoes onto the bed.
    “Well, when you lit out of my place the way you did, I tried to tell myself it was because it was just a one-time thing, but I thought we’d agreed to see each other until we catch whoever’s selling the tainted shit to kids,” Eric explained.
    “Yeah,” Solo answered. He pulled his