Page 17 of Primal Urges (Bikers of Mayhem #1)

CADEN

C aden ground his teeth for the fiftieth time that evening. At this rate, he wasn’t going to have any teeth left by the end of his shift.

The sound of their laughter.

Watching the way he leaned in close and whispered God knows what into Lucas’s ear.

Even watching the way he casually rubbed his hand along Lucas’s inner thigh made Caden want to rip the little prick’s throat out with his bare hands.

He wondered how long it would take for the little fucker to bleed out. Grasping at the gaping hole that once was his throat while Caden stood above him, happily enjoying the show.

No, he was not being overly dramatic, and no, he did not think he was being unreasonable. The guy was a douche and clearly only after one thing.

And what do you care if Mr. Douche sticks his prick into that yummy piece of delicious pie? It’s none of your business, is it? You're straight. He’s gay. Gay men sleep with other gay men, and the last time I checked? Mr. Douche was gay. Very gay .

That annoying voice inside his head was right. Cade had no reason to care who Lucas decided to hang out with or who he let stick their dick into his body.

Caden was straight, and Lucas was gay.

It had been two weeks since Caden had freaked out and ran from Lucas’s loft after receiving the best fucking hand job of his life. Seriously, his soul left his body as he was coming and only returned once Lucas released his grip.

It had also been two weeks since Caden began avoiding Lucas like the plague.

And people were starting to notice.

Caden hated the way he reacted. Once he came and his brain brought itself back online, he panicked.

He had no idea what to do or say or how he should be feeling.

Was he gay? Bi? Was he suddenly into dudes? All he knew was, at that moment, he wanted to be as close to Lucas as possible.

Listening to his breathing and feeling Lucas’s warm skin pressed against his as he enjoyed every minute of playing with Caden’s dick—it had all been so… intoxicating.

That was the best way to describe it. His senses were heightened, his skin felt electric, and his dick… well, it had never been so hard in his entire life.

It's true what they say about having cum fog on the brain. When you are horny and in the throes of passion, everything is fair game. But the second you shoot that load and the fog clears, you’re suddenly bombarded with all the questions…

all the emotions… that you should have considered before going and fucking everything up, chasing after a goddamn orgasm.

Caden could still see that horrified look on Lucas’s face the moment he realized that Caden was leaving.

Charging out the door was more like it.

But what was he supposed to do? Lie there and cuddle? Talk about their feelings and braid each other's hair?

The truth was that he didn’t know how he felt.

He had never had a desire to be with another man.

Now there he was, cuddling and kissing and even getting a hand job from another dude.

God, he was so confused.

Another burst of laughter came from the booth that Lucas shared with Ace and his friends, dufus and douchebag .

Caden had overheard Ace telling Lucas that he had a friend who was interested in Lucas and thought they could all hang out and have some drinks one night this week.

One night this week turned into two.

Was there going to be a third?

None of your damn business. You just spent the last two weeks ignoring the man you hooked up with and then ran away the second you busted your nut.

Classy, dude. Real classy.

“What’s up with the dagger eyes?” Marcus asked, sliding in next to Caden at the bar. He followed his line of sight and gave a groan.

“What?” Caden asked, ignoring the annoying sound that happened to leave his boss’s throat.

“What’s up with you two? You guys have been acting weird these past two weeks. I thought you two were becoming friends?”

“We were—are. Nothing.” Caden huffed. “I just don’t like the way that punk is fondling Lucas under the table.”

“Fondling? The guy’s twenty-four. And judging by the smile on Lucas’s face, I get the feeling he’s enjoying the handy going on under the table.”

Caden glared at his boss.

“Whatever. They should have a bit of respect for this place and at least take it to the restroom or back alley like everyone else.”

Marcus let out a chuckle. “Weren’t you the one fingering that redhead on the pool table last Fourth of July?”

He had no idea what the chick’s name was. She had been traveling through town with her girlfriends when they decided to stop in for a drink. If he remembered correctly, Nikolai showed her friend where the ladies’ bathroom was while Caden kept her company in the bar.

“That was different. I was helping her out with an itch that she couldn’t reach. You know. Good customer service and all.”

Another snort from his boss. “Always the model employee.”

Across the bar, Lucas’s date slid out of the booth and headed toward the bathroom.

“I need to take a piss,” Caden grumbled, standing from his seat and stomping off toward the restroom. He ignored Marcus’s warnings not to kill any of his customers.

He wasn’t concerned. There would always be bodies to fill empty seats in a bar. People were turning twenty-one every day.

Once Caden entered the restroom, he spotted Lucas’s date taking a piss at the urinals. Of course the jackass was ignoring men’s room etiquette and was pissing in the center urinal. Fuck that bastard .

Caden stepped up to the urinal right next to the douchebag and unzipped his jeans. He fished out his cock, giving it a quick tug to stretch the guy out to its full hanging potential.

No matter what guys say, they are always competing to have the biggest dick at any urinal. It’s in their DNA.

Letting out a slow breath, Caden relaxed his body and let the river begin to flow.

“So, you must be the new boyfriend,” Caden growled, staring ahead at the tile on the wall. He didn’t have to scope out the competition. He knew that his dick was already way bigger than Little Miss Douchebag’s .

“Excuse me?” the boy asked, confused and turning his head slightly.

Caden caught him glancing down before snapping his head back toward the wall in front of him.

Caden smirked. Guess there’s no doubt about who the true alpha is in this scenario.

“Lucas. I assume that you two are dating. This is the second time you guys have been out on a date this week.”

The boy smiled. “Ya, he’s smoking hot, and I would love to get him down on his knees, but no, we are not dating. Yet .”

There was something predatorial about the way the douchebag spoke.

Perhaps it was all in Caden’s head, but either way, he didn’t like the thought of Lucas getting down on his knees for this beta.

Lucas deserved an alpha. A man who could protect him and give him exactly what he needed inside and outside of the bedroom.

Too bad you’re straight , that voice inside his head said, taunting him and reminding him that he had no place in Lucas’s life.

Caden shook his cock before turning to face his new nemesis. He tucked his dick back into his jeans, reminding the punk who the true alpha was in this scenario.

“Yes, Lucas is a great guy and sexy as hell. Which is why I thought it was important for me to introduce myself. I’m Caden, Lucas’s…

friend. I’m also very protective of my friends.

So if I catch you doing anything… inappropriate or mistreating the guy in any way…

” Caden did up his fly and fastened his belt buckle.

“Me and my brothers will take you out back and break every bone in your body.”

The pipsqueak swallowed hard as he listened intently.

“Do we have an understanding?” Caden asked, flexing his muscles as he glared at the boy metaphorically pissing his pants.

The boy nodded.

“Good. You should also probably say your goodbyes and call it a night. Lucas has a lot to do tomorrow, so he needs his rest.”

The man nodded, still standing at the urinal holding his dick. He’d stopped pissing a few minutes ago but seemed to be in some sort of frozen state.

“Oh. And I don’t need to tell you to keep this little conversation between us. My brothers and I hate it when our private conversations are shared with others. And how much more private can a conversation be than one standing at the urinals while holding our dicks in our hands.”

“Got it. Between us.”

“Good boy,” Cade said before moving to wash his hands. “Nice chatting with you, little dude ,” he said while pushing open the bathroom door and leaving.

Across the bar, Caden watched as Mr. Douchebag slinked back to his table. He whispered something into Lucas’s ear before waving to the others and then making his way to the door.

Lucas shook his head as if confused by the man’s sudden departure. Ace reached across the table and squeezed his hand.

Caden hated to see such disappointment on the boy’s face, but that loser wasn’t good enough for him.

Lucas needed someone confident and strong, someone who wasn’t afraid to walk up to a person taking a leak and threaten their life.

Someone who would do whatever it took to protect him and always keep him safe.

What about love and care for him? that pesky voice inside his head asked.

Yeah, that too. That was sort of a given.

Or was it because it’s only strength and protection that you can offer the guy? That’s why you only mentioned those two attributes.

I care for the guy. I bought him a friggin cell phone and walked him home late at night. Even now, I’m making sure that he doesn’t get hurt by losers like Mr. Crooked Dick Man.

And yet you’re willing to let Lucas believe that the guy left because of something that he did.

That wasn’t my intention.

No. It wasn’t, was it?

Caden let out a growl before deciding it was time to resume his duties and guard the front door. He was the protector of this bar, not only the people he cared about inside it.