Free Solo by Carol Lynne Page A

blow.”
    The thought of shooting his seed on Blue’s dick and stomach was fucking hot. Solo pulled his cock from Blue’s ass and stripped off the condom. On his knees, towering over Blue’s sexy as fuck body, Solo wrapped his hand around his cock and started jacking off while meeting Blue’s gaze. “This what you want?”
    “Oh, yeah,” Blue moaned, drawing each word out as he reached for his cock.
    It was one of the first time in his life that fucking had turned into a dual masturbation scenario, but, hell, it was Blue. Solo worked his knob, using his pre-cum to grease the head. He gasped as the first strand shot from his dick, painting a glossy strip across Blue’s cock and hand. “Fuck!”
    “Uh huh,” Blue agreed, adding his own cum to his stomach.
    Marking Blue with strands of seed made Solo feel like a king, something he desperately needed after all the shit he’d put his ego through since waking in Blue’s bed that morning. He used his free hand to rub the warm fluids into Blue’s skin. “Damn, you’re sexy like that.”
    Blue yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “I aim to please.”
    Solo chuckled, a rarity for him. “And you did.”
    * * * *
    “Where’re you going?” Eric asked, closing the dishwasher.
    Solo struggled to get his boot on. “To the club. I need to check in before they come looking for me.”
    Eric dried his hands before sitting on the floor at Solo’s feet. He took the boot out of Solo’s hands and worked until it settled on the man’s foot He didn’t like the way Solo refused to meet his gaze. “What about your wounds?”
    “What about ’em? It’ll take a couple weeks before they’re healed and no way in hell am I sitting around the house for that long. Besides, you said you’d give me Harold Sterling’s address if I stayed yesterday.”
    Eric got to his feet. “Is that the only reason you stayed?” Sure, he knew he was fishing, but things between them seemed strained and he’d tried to figure out all morning what he’d said or done to upset Solo. He had a feeling things had gotten a little too honest for the man, but he couldn’t let Solo put that wall back up between them.
    Solo shrugged into his cut. “You know it’s not, but sitting around here won’t keep the kids safe.”
    Eric wanted to reach for Solo, but wasn’t sure his touch would be welcomed. Instead, he moved to the junk drawer and pulled out a small pad of paper. He wondered if he needed to remind Solo of their deal. “I put my number in your burner phone.” He jotted down Harold’s address. “Will you call if you find something?” He tore off the paper before holding it out.
    Solo took the address. “I’ll call.” He turned and started to leave, but stopped in the kitchen doorway, his back to Eric. “If I can get away, is it okay if I come by tonight?”
    “Of course.” Eric moved to stand in front of Solo. “I know you don’t wanna talk about what comes after we catch this guy, but I need you to know that I will never turn you away.”
    Solo closed his eyes and shook his head. “I can’t talk about this now.”
    Eric wanted to growl in frustration. “Whatever,” he said in resignation. “If you find out where Easy Ed is, call me. Show me the same respect I’m giving you.”
    Solo cocked his head to the side. “You doubting me, Blue?”
    “At this moment, I doubt everything,” Eric confessed. He’d been disillusioned by his career, and Solo had become emotionally walled off. How could he feel otherwise?
    Solo sighed and stared at the sheet of paper in his hand. “Is this address going to be a deal breaker for us?”
    Eric shook his head. “No, but pulling away from me will be.” He settled his hands on his hips. “I need the dealer away from the school, and I need to give my captain something that tells him I’ve done my job. But, the way I’m feeling right now, I’m not even sure I want the job I’ve been trained to do. Maybe I’d be better off