Page 3 of Primal Urges (Bikers of Mayhem #1)

CADEN

S tanding outside the bar, Caden watched as some dude made out with his girl while sitting on his Harley.

It wasn’t an uncommon sight. Some rough-around-the-edges biker dude, getting his face swallowed by some pretty little thing with long black hair, tattoos up and down her arms, and a miniskirt that introduced the world to her vagina.

Ride ’em Hard was the name of the bar.

It was the bar of choice for those who lived a little more on the…

wild side . Mostly, it was bikers, gang members, and newly divorced women—and a few men—looking to let loose and take a little ride on the untamed, rougher side of the testosterone pool.

Perhaps hook up with someone in one of the less-than-desirable bathrooms or receive sloppy head out back where people pretended nothing happened.

Caden loved it here.

Officially, he worked as a bouncer, making sure that everyone followed the rules and things didn’t get too rowdy or too out of hand. There had to be a bit of excitement, or people would not continue to return.

Mostly, Cade stood around, looking ripped and menacing. It wasn’t very often that he had to crack open skulls or take people out back and introduce them to the pavement. But when people misbehaved, Caden had no issues getting a little blood on his boots.

Not many caused trouble though. Most people were too afraid of Marcus to disrespect him or his place of business.

His boss had a bit of a reputation.

Everyone knew that Marcus earned a living doing things that would most likely earn people a VIP ticket straight to the fiery gates of hell. They all enjoyed partying with him but knew better than to get on his bad side. That was how people disappeared.

But Cade didn’t judge.

It wasn’t like he was a saint himself and hadn’t done things that might make others cringe or pass judgment.

When all was said and done, he, along with all his fellow coworkers, would be partying it up in hell right next to their boss and fearless leader.

Even if the tank could still outbench him any day of the week…

In addition to owning Ride ’em Hard, Marcus was also the leader of the Shadow Vipers , a motorcycle gang that dabbled in drugs, weapons, and rare antiquities. Basically, Marcus and his crew could get anyone, anything… for a price, of course.

It was this knowledge that Marcus was the leader of a biker gang that kept people shaking in their boots.

Caden was also a member of the Shadow Vipers—the same as most of the guys who worked at Ride ’em Hard. Being a bouncer at the bar was what Caden reported to Uncle Sam. The rest of his income came from crew business.

“How’s it lookin’?” a voice asked, sneaking up behind him.

He turned his head slightly and gave his buddy Nikolai an up nod with his head. He was still fixed on the amateur porn shoot taking place just steps away from where he stood.

“It’s good. Just watching Daddy Bear over there get his face licked off by Princess Peach .”

A guttural moan escaped Nikolai’s throat.

“Fuck, that piece looks nice and juicy.”

Caden wasn’t sure which person his buddy was referring to.

He’d heard rumors that perhaps Nikolai liked to take it both ways, but was never able to confirm whether the man ever took dick or not.

He knew that the man was notorious for participating in three ways, but he never really got into the “who stuck what where” part of the stories.

He would just randomly make generic comments like the one he just made, leaving everyone to guess and speculate.

Not that Caden had an issue if the giant beefy Russian was bi. If anything, he pitied the man… or woman who had to take his Russian piece of meat. He’d seen what the guy was packing, and let’s just say god used double the amount of clay when he was sculpting his junk.

“Tell me about it,” Caden agreed. “How are things going inside?”

Nikolai took his position on the other side of the entrance and folded his arms across his chest. If the man wasn’t intimidating before, he definitely looked like he enjoyed eating puppies for breakfast and scaring young children for fun.

Having two big, scary-looking dudes manning the entrance was great for business. It gave the place that rough, bad-boy feel while telling the world that they didn’t put up with bullshit.

Tearing his eyes away from the two fornicating on the motorcycle before them, Nikolai nodded over his shoulder.

“Had to break up a fight between Eddie and Dusty, then had to remind Thelma and Louise that their tits had to stay inside their shirts even when dancing at the back of the bar.”

Thelma and Louise were two middle-aged women who began coming to the bar when they both left their husbands five years ago.

The crew referred to them as Thelma and Louise because of how they dressed and acted.

They always came in wearing the tiniest miniskirts and cowboy boots.

They were a lively duo who enjoyed teasing the men in the bar and occasionally going down on them when they were feeling horny.

But piss them off, and you were done for.

Marcus had set up a jukebox at the back of the bar that played some rock and heavy metal. He even added a Taylor Swift album in case any of the rainbow crew decided to give the bar a go.

Ace was openly gay. Occasionally, he’d bring in a friend or two who usually sat nervously in the corner while a bar full of drunken biker men and women watched them with curiosity.

Everybody knew that Ace was Marcus’s little brother, so nobody would ever dare say a word to him about being gay, but occasionally, they did get the bigoted traveler who stopped in for a beer and decided to run their mouth. They usually left the bar with a fat lip and matching black eyes.

None of Marcus’s crew would ever allow one of their own to be disrespected, be he gay, straight, bi, or other. There was a certain code that they all lived by, and standing up for one another was part of that code.

They were the Shadow Vipers . Nobody messed with their family.

“You going to be alright out here? I’m going to head inside and take a leak.”

Nikolai nodded, turning his attention back to the princess who was grinding her cooch up against her man with such intensity Caden was surprised it hadn’t burst into flames.

At least someone was taking advantage of the opportunity to get themselves off.

Making his way through the bar, Cade nodded at regulars and patted guys on the back as he passed them by.

It was a Saturday night, so the place was packed to the rafters.

They lived in a small town called Baton, just outside of Roswell, New Mexico. The population was less than twenty-five thousand and hadn’t even found itself a place on the map.

Other than drinking and fucking, there wasn’t much else to do in the small podunk town.

Teens seemed to love the movie theater, but mostly, it showed films that had already come out on DVD.

The town wasn’t too concerned with keeping up with the rest of the world around it, it seemed.

It had its charm, but mostly, people lived there to be left alone.

The town had one sheriff, a man by the name of Sheriff Burke, who basically only got off his ass when there was a fire or some traveling tourist decided to run their mouth and had two of their teeth punched in.

Locals didn’t take kindly to people running their lips or thinking that they were better than them.

Truth be told, the order of the town was mostly maintained by Marcus and his crew—crew being the guys who stood behind Marcus and most of whom worked at this very bar. There were a few guys and girls who did other work for Marcus, but the majority of the crew was stationed at Ride ’em Hard.

Stepping up to the urinal, Caden unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He let out a sigh as his bladder began to empty.

He’d been needing to take a piss for the past forty-five minutes, but Nikolai had been busy doing God knows what inside the bar.

He didn’t dare leave the door unmanned, especially on a Saturday night.

You never knew what drunken idiot might stumble in—or out—of the bar, causing trouble that would reflect badly on Marcus and the rest of the crew.

It was just safer for everyone if he held his dick like a grown man.

Shaking himself off, he tucked his dick back into his jeans and washed his hands in the sink.

Glancing up at the water-stained mirror, he fixed his hair and adjusted his shirt. The fabric stretched tightly around his swollen muscles, making his biceps look huge and firm. Ladies liked a man with big, strong arms.

Deciding that he looked decent enough to catch the eye of one or two horny chicks, he adjusted his package and tried to remember if he replaced the condoms in his wallet. He always made sure he had at least two on him at all times, just in case his lay wanted to bring a friend.

He needed to get laid.

He hadn’t busted a nut in the last three days, and he was starting to get a little edgy. Walking around a biker bar with a semi was great for the ladies but not so great for the dudes.

“Don’t worry, little guy. We’ll get you some attention tonight,” Caden said to his reflection before reaching for the door and stepping out into the hallway.

It happened so fast that Caden barely had any time to react.

A tray of empty glasses went flying into the air as some tiny thing dressed in a tight black shirt barreled into Caden’s right side.

Without thinking, Caden reached out and caught the scraggly frame before it had a chance to crash into the wall across from them.

The tray and glasses were left to their own fate and crashed to the floor with a wondrous roar.

Cheers and laughter erupted from the bar as witnesses to the tragic collision expressed their enthusiasm for the violence and chaos that had unfolded right before them.

“Shit!” the startled young man gasped, grabbing hold of Caden and abandoning his duties as guardian of the tray .