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Table of Contents

Title Page

Grave Diggers MC: Solo Copyright © 2014 Carol Lynne

Trademark Acknowledgement

Book Description

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Epilogue

About the Author

The Biker’s Milkmaid by Landry Michaels

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Grave Diggers MC

SOLO

By Carol Lynne

Stiff Rain Press

http://www.StiffRainPress.com

Grave Diggers MC: Solo
Copyright © 2014 Carol Lynne
Edited by Christine Allen-Riley and Jessica Berry

Cover Art by Reese Dante, www.reesedante.com

Published by Stiff Rain Press
1093 A1A Beach Blvd, #146
St. Augustine, FL 32080

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-62344-023-7

Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Electronic Release: February 2014

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the author, Carol Lynne.

 

Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Carol Lynne. Unauthorized or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

 

The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

 

Licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted in the licensed material is a model.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Nova: General Motors LLC
Harley: H-D LLC
Honda Accord: Honda Motor Co., Ltd
Starbucks: Starbucks Corporation
Toyota: Toyota Jidosha Kabushiki Kaisha TA Toyota Motor Corporation
Walmart: Wal-mart Stores, Inc.
Spiderman:
Jack Daniels: Jack Daniel's Properties, Inc.
Glock: Glock, Inc.
Smith & Wesson: Smith & Wesson Corp
Led Zeppelin:

Sam “Solo” Braun lives by one truth, the Grave Diggers Motorcycle Club above all. The creed has served him well, giving him the only real family he’s ever known. He would die for his brothers and them for him, but they don’t know he prefers men over women. Coming out to a group of men who fear no one isn’t high on Solo’s priority list, especially because he’s never indulged in more than one night stands.

Everything changes after one night with Eric James. For the first time, Solo can’t stop thinking about a single night he’d spent with a man. When fate intervenes, Solo comes face to face with his blue-eyed obsession only to find out Eric is a cop. Solo hates cops, and so do his brothers in the club. However, Solo decides to gamble everything and spend more time with Eric under the guise of getting information.

Falling in love with a cop is a very dangerous proposition for a man in Solo’s position, so why can’t he walk away?

Dedication

To my dear friend, Kristina. Thank you for your continued advice and support.

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

Sam “Solo” Braun leaned against the bar at Lucky’s and stared at the candy store laid out in front of him. He didn’t fit in with the rest of the patrons, which made him stick out in a good way. Men who were interested in sweet words, long walks or cuddling didn’t give men like him the time of day. Nope, those sweater-wearing assholes looked at a man like him for just one reason, they wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Letting some corporate do-gooder ride his pole for an hour or so was all he was after, and he rarely had to wait long before the one he chose approached him.

Case in point: Solo had spotted the black-haired, light blue-eyed piece of ass the moment he’d walked in. Whoever the hell he was, Solo had never seen him in Lucky’s before. He would have remembered. Shit, the bastard making his cock hard was a snack wrapped in a package of snug blue jeans and a black T-shirt.

Those fucking eyes. He shook his head. He’d never seen anything like them. Light blue wasn’t quite the right word to describe them; they were the color of soft faded denim. Yeah, that’s exactly what color they were.

Solo lifted his beer to his lips, but kept his gaze on the prize. He didn’t approach guys, ever. All he had to do was watch them until they eventually realized they had eyes on them and turned to find out who was staring.

Blue Eyes threw his head back and laughed at something his friend said, flashing a twin set of fuck-me dimples.

For a brief moment, Solo considered fucking the guy more than once just to see those fucking dimples again. “Christ,” he groaned.

Before he could get too far into thinking once might not be enough, Blue Eyes pushed back his chair and stood. He grabbed the empty pitcher on the table and turned toward the bar.

Solo knew the moment Blue Eyes spotted him. One minute he had a grin on his face, and the next he’d stopped dead and met Solo’s gaze, his smile falling away in an instant. Solo continued to wait.

Blue Eyes set the empty pitcher on the bar. “Another one, please,” he told the bartender as he dug out his wallet. He glanced at Solo three times before eventually speaking. “Hey.”

Solo dipped his chin in reply.

“It’s really crowded in here,” Blue said.

Solo shrugged and finally gave in to his needs. “There could be a thousand men in here, and I’d still have seen you.”

Blue’s cheeks flushed as he handed the bartender a twenty. “You wanna dance?”

Solo shook his head. Instead, he pushed out the stool beside him with his booted foot. “I don’t dance.”

Blue bit his bottom lip and glanced over his shoulder at his friends. “Would you wait for me to take this to the table and hit the restroom first?”

“Fair enough.” Solo watched Blue go. He could always follow him and take care of business in there, but he wanted a closer look at those damn eyes, and the lighting above the urinals was all kinds of bullshit. No, he’d wait until he gotten his fill of Blue’s eyes before fucking him.

* * * *

Eric James stared at his reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands. “What the hell are you thinking, James?” he asked himself.
A man like that is trouble and you know it
, he continued silently.

“Fuck!” he spat, knowing he was going back to the bar regardless of how long he tried to talk himself out of it. Despite his misgivings, the man was too hot, too dangerous, too tattooed not to explore for a few hours. That Goddamn shoulder-length dark brown hair and those wicked brown eyes had attracted him, but that fucking black widow spider tattoo on the side of the guy’s neck had made him hard the moment he’d spotted it.

The door opened, and the biker walked in. “Thought maybe you’d changed your mind,” he grumbled, his voice so low it made Eric’s balls vibrate.

“There was a line,” Eric lied. He turned to face the biker. “I’m Eric, by the way.”

“Solo.”

Eric knew most bikers had street names, but Solo seemed odd for the tough sonofabitch backing him against the wall. “Like the cup?”

Solo stared down at Eric as if Eric had lost his damn mind. “Why the fuck would I let people nickname me after a fucking red cup? Solo because I prefer to be alone.” He pressed his much bigger body against Eric. “Most of the time.”

Eric felt a moment of panic but quickly pushed it back. Christ, he hadn’t realized how big Solo was. At five eleven, he knew he wasn’t qualified to play professional basketball, but he’d never before felt so damn small. There had to be at least a six inch height difference between them, and he had no clue how many pounds Solo had on him. Not fat by any means. From what Eric could tell, Solo’s body was rock-hard perfection. He rested his hands on Solo’s chest. Oh, hell, yeah, there was hard muscle under his palms.
Fuck.

“You wanna get outta here, Blue?” Solo cupped Eric’s ass. “We can go back to your place or grab a hotel room down the street.”

Eric wasn’t sure he cared for either option. He didn’t know Solo enough to take him home, but a hotel seemed so…seedy, but, damn, he liked the nickname Solo had already given him. “What about your house?”

Slowly, Solo shook his head from side to side. “My place’s off limits.”

Eric’s entire body went rigid.
Fuck.
He’d known it was too good to be true. He’d been in this situation before. “You married?”

Solo grinned. “Nope. No wife, no girlfriend, no pussy of any kind, but it’s not uncommon for people to stop over at all hours.” He squeezed Eric’s ass. “Your place or a hotel?”

God, please protect me
, Eric prayed. “I live a couple miles from here.”

“Good.” Solo released Eric. “Did you drive?”

Eric shook his head. He’d been drinking, of course he didn’t drive. “Cab.”

“You can ride with me,” Solo grunted before opening the restroom door.

“Have you been drinking?” Eric asked. He had no doubt there was a big motorcycle waiting for Solo in the parking lot, and he wasn’t about to hitch a ride with a drunk man, regardless of how sexy he was.

“Two beers, but I was born drinking whisky from my wasted mom’s tit, so I’m good.” Solo curled his right hand around the back of Eric’s neck as they made their way through the crowd.

Eric caught his friend’s gaze as they passed the table and nodded toward Solo. No doubt he’d get raked over the coals by John later, but that didn’t deter him. He was going home with a sexy badass. All the years of fantasizing had finally come to an end.

The warm July air hit Eric as soon as they stepped outside. He opened his mouth to comment on it, but snapped his jaws shut without a word. They weren’t on a date, and he needed to remember that. He was going home with Solo for one reason, and that was to fuck. It wasn’t as though he was new to one-night stands, but he’d always preferred to spend a couple of carnal-filled days with men before parting ways. He glanced up at Solo. No way that was happening. Solo didn’t strike him as the kind of guy who would stay the night, much less the weekend.

Solo dug a set of keys out of his jean pocket before straddling the bike. He jerked his head, motioning for Eric to climb on behind him.

Although they didn’t live in a state with strict helmet laws, Eric was uncomfortable riding without one. “No helmet?”

Solo reached behind him and dug into a soft-sided saddlebag before producing a black half-helmet. He held it out to Eric all without uttering a single word.

“Thanks.” Eric put the helmet on before tightening the strap under his chin. He threw his leg over the bike and settled on the seat behind Solo. “Down to Wabash and take a left. I live at thirteen twenty-nine Grant Avenue.”

“Hang on, Blue,” Solo grumbled. He reached back and pulled Eric closer.

Eric wrapped his arms around Solo and rested his cheek on Solo’s broad back as his cock pressed between them. He hoped the wind would sober him up enough to remember every last detail of the time he and Solo shared.

* * * *

“Solo!” Switch bellowed.

Solo stilled his pool cue and glanced up at the Grave Diggers Motorcycle Club Prez. “Yeah?” Hours earlier, Solo had delivered the custom bike he’d built after working on the damn thing night and day for nearly a month. It was the first chance he’d had to relax and kick back, and Switch knew it, so why the fuck was he interrupting his game? He handed his stick to his best friend Rowdy before approaching the Prez.

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