Page 5 of Primal Urges (Bikers of Mayhem #1)

LUCAS

I t was just after three thirty a.m. when Lucas climbed the squeaky old ladder that led up to the loft he now called home. It wasn’t much. Basically, it was a large open space at the top of a barn that Old Man Benson had converted into living quarters.

There was a tiny bathroom and shower that Benson had installed on the main level, with a bed and living space up in the barn rafters.

The place was… quaint. Not something Lucas had ever envisioned himself living in, but hey, he needed to do what he needed to do, even if it was only for a few months.

He was broke and needed to save up cash so that he could find a much better place to live. But for now, Mr. Benson’s barn loft would have to do. Plus, it might be difficult to rent a place without doing a credit and criminal check. He couldn’t afford the additional risk.

Stripping off his clothes, he turned on the water in the shower and stepped inside. The water was cold, turning lukewarm only after rotating the faucet as far to the left as possible and waiting a few minutes.

Fuck his life.

Grabbing the bar of soap, he rubbed it between his hands, working up a nice lather as he waited for the water to heat up.

It’s a roof over your head. It will do for the time being.

He hated his life. How had he gotten to this point? Alone. In a strange town. Broke and constantly looking over his shoulder.

He had once been happy.

On his way to having a promising career, having graduated from college with a degree in musical theater. He’d even started auditioning for a few musicals that he hoped would land him his first role on stage and under the spotlight for thousands of adoring fans.

But none of that had happened. Instead, he met… him .

Lucas tucked his head under the spray and let the promising warm water run over his body.

It felt good, like being wrapped in a warm embrace.

Safe and secure.

Lucas had once felt safe and secure. Wrapped in his powerful, warm arms…

Once.

It had started like something out of a movie. A romance, made-for-TV kind of movie. Not a blockbuster hit, but something that left you feeling all warm and tingly.

But then, somehow, it all went wrong…

Standing at the end of the Santa Monica Pier, Lucas raised his face toward the sky and let the warm California sun drip over his nose and cheeks.

God, he loved the heat.

He was a Cali boy. Born and raised. He had just graduated from college and was excited to finally be able to start auditioning for roles in musicals that were about to open.

If he worked really hard, he hoped that in a year or two, he would be able to land the starring role in one of LA’s biggest musicals.

A few years after that, he hoped to get enough credits and work experience to land him a role in one of the major musicals playing in New York and then eventually move on to London, England.

That was his dream. To become world-famous and perform in London’s famous West End. Perhaps even conduct a performance or two in William Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre. What a dream that would be.

Lowering his head, he took one last look over the Pacific Ocean and smiled. The world was his to conquer.

Reaching for the cache of shopping bags he had nestled by his feet, he winced when the bags were suddenly torn from his hand.

What the fuck? Lucas thought to himself, startled.

He looked up just in time to see a man with dark-orange hair dash down the pier, clutching the bags filled with end-of-school clothing that he had just purchased as a graduation gift to himself.

“Hey! Thief! Stop! Stop him!” Lucas shouted, knowing full well there was no point in yelling. Not one single person was going to stop what they were doing in order to help him catch his robber.

Lo and behold, he was right. Not one single person looked up or reacted to his pleas for help.

Seriously. What was the world coming to?

Lucas watched as the man got about halfway up the pier before he slowed, trying to blend in with those power walking around him.

“Great,” Lucas whispered, wondering how long it would take him to save up enough money to replace all the clothing the man had just stolen.

Further up the pier, a tall man with a buzz cut and a chiseled jaw glanced over at Lucas before turning his head toward the thief himself.

To Lucas’s surprise, the man took off after the thief, tackling him to the ground at the top of the pier.

Lucas watched in amazement as the man struggled with the thief, giving him two powerful punches to the face. The thief stopped struggling and dropped the bags from his grip. He covered his nose with his hands and rolled onto his side in pain.

The modern-day Captain America got off the cowering thief and gathered the stolen bags he had dropped.

Slowly, the mystery man began making his way back to where Lucas was standing, shocked and even a little impressed.

It wasn’t every day that a six-foot-four hunk of man-beef stepped in and came to his rescue.

“Are you okay?” the man asked once he reached Lucas at the bottom of the pier.

He set the bags down by his feet and placed a gentle hand on Lucas’s shoulder.

The man’s touch was incredible—both strong and gentle, like a Disney prince who had come to his rescue.

“Did he hurt you?” the man asked, his chestnut eyes analyzing every inch of Lucas’s face, no doubt searching for signs of injury or trauma.

Swoon.

The man’s eyes were breathtaking and heart-stopping.

Was it possible for someone to be able to see into your soul and know exactly what it was that you needed?

At that moment, he needed a protector and a compassionate man.

“No. I’m fine. A little shaken, but fine.”

Staring at the tall and solid man, the first thought that entered Lucas’s mind was hero . How many people can say that they had a gorgeous man come running to their rescue and tackle their attacker?

If this were a rom-com, it would be the meet-cute that everyone talked about.

“Big, strong man comes to quirky man’s rescue,” the caption would read.

“Still, you should probably get yourself checked out by a doctor. What if you have a concussion or whiplash or something? We can’t have a cute guy like you suddenly falling or passing out on his way home.”

Cute guy?

Lucas blushed. He wasn’t used to hot men calling him cute.

If someone were to ask him what his ideal type of man was, it would undoubtedly be the man standing right in front of him.

Tall, dark, and courageous. Willing to take care of him and ready to jump in to defend the man he loves.

Could his dick get any harder?

As if the mystery man somehow sensed his dirty thoughts, the man gave him a cocky smirk.

“I’m Darryl,” his savior announced, raising his hand toward Lucas’s.

“I’m Lucas.”

They both smiled, temporarily lost in each other’s eyes.

Yup, he was definitely falling for this hunky specimen of a man.

“Thank you for saving my bags. You really are a hero.”

Darryl smiled. His teeth were white and perfect, undoubtedly the result of excellent oral hygiene and regular visits to the dentist.

Standing there, with the sun beating down on their faces, Lucas couldn’t help but notice… something. Something just behind the dazzling chestnut eyes of his newest favorite hero. Something…

Was it cockiness?

There was something about the way that Darryl was looking at him… like he knew that Lucas was weak and basically ready to lie down and spread his legs for him.

Take me now, you massive stud. Have me any which way you want me.

Perhaps Darryl was sensing his enormous attraction to him. That would make any man cocky as shit.

“It’s not every day that I get to rescue such a sexy-looking guy,” Darryl noted, giving Lucas a slow once-over, which, of course, ended with a smug smirk.

Yeah, the guy definitely knew how to flirt.

“Now. As your hero, I insist that you let me take you to lunch. A traumatic experience like that deserves a drink or two.”

Lucas’s face lit up. He would gladly do just about anything if Darryl asked him to. His hormones were racing, and the man appeared to be the embodiment of every sexual fantasy he ever had since puberty.

“Well, how can I refuse such a charming man?”

Picking up Lucas’s bags, Darryl took his hand in his and began leading him up the pier toward the spot where a police officer was placing the would-be thief in handcuffs.

They spent the next six hours enjoying food and drinks while discussing their past experiences with the art of love. It seemed that neither had been very lucky in that department.

It was just after eight in the evening when Darryl escorted Lucas back to his tiny apartment, where he proceeded to spend the next three hours giving him orgasm after orgasm.

A hero’s work was never done.

Placing his head back under the running water, Lucas wondered why he hadn’t noticed the warning signs earlier.

Would things have been different? Would he have been able to escape much sooner?

He wasn’t sure.

But that was the past. This was his future.

A chance to start anew.

No one knew him here. He hoped that, given the small population of Baton, it might be a place where Darryl wouldn’t think to look.

Running the lathered soap across his body, his hand landed on his cock. One person’s face appeared before him.

Cade.

The man was sex on a stick. His body was chiseled, and his biceps were the size of Lucas’s head. Okay, he might be exaggerating, but his muscles were sexy as fuck.

He definitely had a type.

Big, strong, testosterone-fueled, and a protector. Hell, even Caden’s biker-dude beard made Lucas hard as fuck. He could only imagine how good that facial hair must feel being dragged across his inner thighs.

Lucas didn’t want to think about how similar Cade was to his ex. His physical size and dominance, even the way he looked at him with dangerous eyes. It was both sexy as hell and scary as fuck.

He’d spotted Cade at the beginning of his shift but lost track of him once the herd of drunken patrons began stumbling in. He had been so distracted running around all night that he hadn’t even noticed when the bathroom door swung open and the solid wall of muscle stepped out.

Smashing into Cade’s muscular frame was like smashing into a Mack truck. He swore he practically bounced off the guy, only to be stunned when the smoking-hot bouncer reached out and caught him.

Pulling him into those big protective arms, Lucas just about died. He wanted to spend the rest of his life nestled in between those bulging, hot cannons.

Breathing in Cade’s masculine scent, Lucas was surprised that the man didn’t jump back when his cock quickly thickened.

Speaking of cocks, Lucas began rubbing long strokes on his own. Memories of Caden pressed firmly against him had his brain and dick in horny-man overload.

When their eyes locked together, Lucas swore he felt a zap of lust shoot from his balls all the way up to the tip of his cock.

If only that man wasn’t straight.

Lucas would have loved to drop to his knees and swallow that rod all the way down to the base. Show that burly bouncer just how good of a cocksucker he really was.

Yup, Lucas had a type.

Fucking his fist, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the beefy rough bouncer… alone… naked… and waiting for him on his bed.

Cade was the type of guy you knew had to have the perfect cock. His size would be above average, the girth just thick enough to stretch you out without causing pain, and, of course, he would have the most perfectly shaped mushroom head on his dick.

Guys like Caden got any girls they wanted. He was confident, strong, and sexy as hell.

The moment he saw Caden, he knew he had to keep his distance. He didn’t have the greatest track record when it came to falling for men.

Still, he could only imagine how great Caden’s cock must taste.

Leaning his head against the shower tiles, Lucas picked up the pace, moaning as he jerked himself with purpose.

He imagined taking all of Caden’s cock down his throat, gagging and slobbering, feeling it harden in his mouth as he got closer to busting.

Lucas couldn’t hold off any longer. He felt his balls tighten moments before shooting his load all over the shower wall.

His legs shivered, and his body spasmed, but none of that mattered as he imagined himself swallowing down every last drop of Caden’s warm load.

Once the fog cleared from his brain, Lucas realized that the water had once again turned cold.

He splashed water onto the wall, watching as his cum slid down the tile and disappeared into the drain below.

He shivered.

It was time to get his ass into bed.

Lucas reached for the towel as he stepped out of the tub.

He needed to forget about Cade. Fucking around with a straight boy never led to anything good.

The last thing he needed at the moment was trouble.