Page 12 of Primal Urges (Bikers of Mayhem #1)

CADEN

D ancing with Luc had been the hardest thing Caden had ever done.

Literally the hardest! It took all of his willpower and concentration not to pop a boner while dancing with the guy.

The smell of the boy’s lotion, the feel of his body as it bumped against his, the terrified yet hungry look in his eyes. All of it. It was all torture!

It took every last ounce of his straight-bro control not to throw the guy down on the bench, rip his pants down around his ankles, and shove his fucking cock deep inside those perky ass cheeks of his. The hunger he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

What the fuck was happening to him?

He had never felt this way before, not even with a woman. Sex had always just been sex—a fun activity he enjoyed and that made him feel good.

But this? This was something else entirely. And to be honest, it kind of scared him.

Caden had been raised in a hypermasculine environment. He’d been raised to believe that guys needed to be guys. They didn’t show emotions, didn’t talk about their feelings, and definitely did not fantasize about throwing down their male coworkers and pounding the shit out of them.

His thoughts were both confusing and foreign. In all his life, he had never once felt sexually attracted to another dude. Was that even an option?

What was it about Lucas that had him feeling all these strange feelings?

Was it possible to want to devour somebody yet serve and protect them all at the same time?

There was something about the boy that was getting under his skin. Some carnal need. An awakening he had never experienced before. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it both terrified and excited him.

Standing in a towel, Caden stared at the three-inch scar just below his left rib cage.

The scar had faded over the years but was a constant reminder of how close he had come to having his life cut short.

He hadn’t noticed the man sneak up behind him in the shower.

Thankfully, his cellmate, Dre, had been showering two showers over from him and jumped in before his attacker had an opportunity to do lethal damage.

DeSantis, his attacker, belonged to a rival crew that dealt drugs out of Austin, Texas. He had been instructed to send Marcus a message to keep off their territory by eliminating one of Marcus’s crew members. And who better to target than the vulnerable, naked man showering with his eyes closed?

Caden wasn’t even aware that he had been stabbed until DeSantis’s face smashed up against the tile wall, and his homemade blade had fallen to the floor.

Pain shot through Caden’s side as he reached down to inspect the open wound that was leaking blood at an alarming rate.

Shouts and grunts ensued as Dre pummeled DeSantis into the tiled shower floor.

Caden watched, confused and in pain, as Dre continued to beat the man to a bloody pulp. After what felt like an eternity, two guards rushed in and pulled Dre off DeSantis.

Bleeding and feeling lightheaded, Caden collapsed against the shower wall and watched as the guards pulled a snarling Dre out of the shower just moments before a third guard rushed in to tend to Caden and his wounds.

Caden spent the next three days in the infirmary attempting to avoid infection. His assassin’s blade wasn’t exactly the most sanitary of objects.

When he was finally permitted to return to his cell, he discovered that Dre had been moved to another wing of the prison, and his would-be assassin had been placed in solitary for a week. No further attempts had been made on his life during the rest of his two-year stay in prison.

Trailing his fingers along his scar, he wondered what Marcus and the guys would think if they discovered the confusing thoughts he was having about their latest brother. Would they view it as reprehensible? An act of betrayal? Would they treat him differently?

Marcus had never given him a reason to suspect that he would treat anyone differently based on whom they chose to sleep with. In fact, Marcus went out of his way to show him and the other guys from the crew just how much he appreciated them.

Caden had just turned twenty-four when he took the fall for Marcus and his brothers.

They had been transporting cocaine and heroin over state lines when the police flagged down their van.

Knowing they had been caught, Caden insisted that Marcus and Ace slip out of the van as they were driving across a bridge before he pulled over and allowed the police to search their vehicle.

At first, Marcus had protested, insisting that he was their leader and he would never abandon his crew.

But Caden pushed back, arguing that he was part of the family and family protected one another.

While Marcus might be the leader, he also had other responsibilities that he needed to tend to.

Caden would take the hit for the crew and, in time, rejoin them as a free man.

Luckily, a judge took pity on Cade and only sentenced him to two years in prison, removing the heroin charge—something to do with issues of chain of custody while processing the heroin into evidence.

During the next two years, Marcus and rotating members of the crew stopped by to visit Cade. They added money to his commissary and even smuggled in a few items of pleasure—one of them being a pocket pussy for those long and lonely nights while his roommate was sleeping.

Caden had laughed his ass off when he saw the silicone pussy. The guys really were the best.

“I’ll never forget what you did for Ace and me,” Marcus said to Cade once during his weekly visits.

While Marcus wanted to do the right thing for his crew, he also wanted to protect his stepbrother, Ace.

The thought of Ace being sent to prison, where Marcus couldn’t protect him, was something that Cade knew weighed heavily on the man.

It was one of the reasons he pushed so hard when Marcus tried to remain in the vehicle with him when they were about to be pulled over.

Caden knew the struggle his boss was facing and decided to remove the decision from his hands.

Taking a breath, Caden ran his hand across the condensation that had accumulated on the bathroom mirror. They had all been through a lot of shit together as a crew, and no matter what, they always had each other’s backs.

He hoped that, no matter what happened in the future, they would always continue to have his.