Page 29 of Primal Urges (Bikers of Mayhem #1)

LUCAS

W hen they got back to Caden’s place, Lucas was still in panic mode.

Had Darryl seen the video? Did his ex know where he was? Perhaps he should grab his stuff and leave town .

What stuff? You lost it all in that fire .

The fire.

Was it even an accident?

They were still waiting to hear back from the fire marshal regarding the cause of the fire.

Stop it. Don’t jump to any weird conclusions. It’s a barn. The fire could have been caused by many things.

He wasn’t exactly the most careful the other night.

He had been drinking; he’d been distracted by Cade.

He could have accidentally bumped a heater or perhaps overloaded one of the fuses, causing a spark.

Who knew? There was no point in panicking about it until they got back the results of the investigation.

Now, there was this video. He shouldn’t have been in such a rush to delete the damn thing. He should have checked first to see who had viewed it.

All six hundred thousand names?

Yeah, that was kind of a stupid plan. But still. If he had been able to see who viewed the video, he would have been able to confirm whether Darryl had seen it.

If he used his regular handle.

No. Darryl was smarter than that. He was a police officer with nearly twenty years under his belt.

He knew how to conduct investigations and surveillance without being caught.

That was one of the other reasons why he was so afraid of him.

It would only take one slip, one small mistake, to lead Darryl right to him.

Should he take off again… just in case?

“Stop. I can see you getting inside your own head.” Caden’s voice cut through the panic beginning to take hold. He was right. He was starting to lose it.

Caden entered the room, carrying a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He sat down next to Lucas on the couch and popped the cork on the bottle.

After pouring two glasses, he slid his body behind Lucas’s and pulled Lucas up against his chest.

With his arms wrapped around him, Cade rested his chin in the crook of Lucas’s neck.

“Look, we don’t know who saw the video. It was only up for a few weeks, and the internet is a big place. Six hundred thousand could be spread out across the world. What’s the likelihood that one specific man happened to see that exact video?”

Lucas turned his head slightly.

“That asshole from college did,” Lucas reminded him.

“Yeah, well, it sounds like he trolls around looking for trends so that he can steal them for himself instead of trying to be original.”

During the ride home, Lucas told Caden about his connection with the mystery commentator on his viral post.

Lucas snaked his fingers in between Caden’s.

It was moments like these that Lucas cherished the most—the quiet, calm connection where it was just Caden and him. The gentle caress of Caden’s caring touch made Lucas feel safe and protected as if he never had to worry about anyone ever hurting him again.

“Thank you for this.” Lucas’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I told you that I would always be here for you. I’ll always protect you and be whatever it is that you need me to be.”

He loved hearing those words. If only they were the truth.

They weren’t a couple, and Lucas had no idea where they stood.

Were they friends? Lovers? Friends who occasionally fucked?

He loved the idea of having Cade by his side forever, but he wasn’t ready to find out if that was something that Caden wanted as well.

Lucas hoped so, but he knew that that was something Caden had to figure out on his own.

“Right now, I need you to be my drinking buddy,” Lucas said, leaning to the side and grabbing their wine glasses. The liquid had breathed long enough.

Caden chuckled. “Sure thing.”

They polished off the bottle of wine in less than an hour, then moved on to a second. Lucas had to admit that wine and cuddles were the perfect solution to an overloaded mind.

It was around ten when Lucas decided to take this evening to the next level.

“How about we take this party upstairs to the bath?”

“As in, you and I naked in the tub together? Or as in, I kneel next to the tub, washing your back and feeding you grapes while you relax?”

Lucas sat up. “Well, I was originally thinking the first scenario, but I’m kind of liking the sound of the second one much more.”

Caden wrapped Lucas up in a bear hug and began playfully nibbling at his neck. Lucas squealed as the evil man happened to hit every single ticklish spot he didn’t know even existed.

God, the man was great at getting him out of his own mind.

In the last thirty minutes, he had managed to go from “his life is coming to an end” to “they overcooked my steak.” That was the sign of a true partner.

Someone who could be there for you when you needed them and help walk you back from the ledge when necessary.

Laughing, Lucas was able to fight Caden off and head up the stairs, shedding clothing as he ran. Distracted, he barely remembered the panic and terror he had felt only a few hours earlier.

This was how life was supposed to be—happy, full of laughter, and carefree.

When they both reached the bath, Lucas quickly plugged the tub and turned on the water.

“Here, let me.” Caden squeezed past him, placing two thick scented candles on both sides of the tub. He struck a match, then lit the wicks.

“Wow. Who knew there was a romantic side to you?” Lucas joked, trying hard not to show his heart eyes to Caden.

“Yeah, well, don’t tell any of the guys. I do have balls and a reputation to keep.”

Stepping in close, Lucas stuck his hand down the front of Caden’s underwear and cupped the man’s balls.

“Yes, you do. Two nicely trimmed pairs, eagerly waiting to get some attention.”

Placing his wine glass on the white tile floor next to him, Lucas sank to his knees, pulling Caden’s underwear down as he went.

An angry, thick piece of meat bobbed out of Caden’s boxer briefs, nearly smacking Lucas in the eye.

“Damn. You’ve got such a nice, fucking dick.” Lucas grabbed hold of the thing by the base and ran his tongue along the underside.

A moan escaped Caden’s lips.

Reaching the tip of his dick, Lucas opened his mouth wider, then placed his lips over the head of Caden’s cock. His hungry, warm mouth slid all the way down to the base, only stopping once his nose touched skin.

There were two things that Lucas enjoyed doing sexually when in bed with a man: swallowing dick and getting rammed from behind doggy style.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” Caden moaned, gently caressing the back of Lucas’s head.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet. Hold on to something.”

With those words of warning, Lucas swallowed Caden’s cock all the way down to the base before beginning his one-man mission to drain all the cum from Caden’s balls.

Slurping and gagging, Lucas went down on that cock like he had been marooned on an island with no food or drink. His only source of sustenance was the glorious load contained within Caden’s balls.

“Ho… ly… fuck, dude,” Caden moaned out as he lost himself in the wickedness of Lucas’s mouth. It was only a few seconds before Caden gripped the back of Lucas’s head and began pounding into his mouth.

Caden was, by nature, a dominant man. It didn’t take Lucas long to discover this truth.

Even when Lucas attempted to take control and serve Caden, somehow, Caden always found a way to regain control and take what he wanted—a quality Lucas found so fucking sexy in a man but also one that had gotten him in trouble in the past.

Lucas could feel the panic begin to rise inside him as he slowly lost control of sucking Caden’s dick. It was a battle. He loved the fact that Caden was making him his bitch, but struggled against that inner voice that feared Caden would become another Darryl.

As if sensing his fears, Caden softened his grip on Lucas’s head and quickly passed control of his cock back to Lucas.

God, the man was perfect.

Darryl would not have considered taking care of and addressing Lucas’s fear—in fact, he would have gotten off on it—and he most definitely would not have passed control back to his partner.

The fear that had been building quickly evaporated. Caden was not his ex. While the two might share some similar qualities, they were also very different.

Darryl got off on control and fear, while Caden enjoyed control but also cared enough about his partners to adjust to any fears their partner might be feeling. While power and control were major turn-ons for Lucas, so were respect and care.

Wanting to give the man more, Lucas popped his mouth off Caden’s cock and looked up into Caden’s lust-filled eyes.

“Got a condom and lube?”

Caden’s eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling. “Really? Sure! Yes. One sec.”

Lucas chuckled as he watched Caden’s pale white ass jiggle as it ran out of the bathroom and into the bedroom across the hall.

He couldn’t see what was happening, only heard drawers opening and slamming shut in a frenzied rush.

It was like listening to an excited virgin about to lose his virginity to the slutty head cheerleader. Not that Lucas was slutty by any means.

Well, come to think about it, how many dicks did one have to suck to be considered “slutty”?

Lucas had stopped counting cocks once he passed fifty.

In today’s day and age, cocks were so readily available that most people didn’t bat an eye when they said they’d sucked more than one hundred dicks by the time they were twenty-five.

"Got it!" Caden declared, his face beaming like Christmas morning as he appeared in the doorway holding up a strip of condoms.

“Got big plans, do ya?” Lucas laughed, wondering how many times Caden thought they were going to plow his ass.