Page 8 of Primal Urges (Bikers of Mayhem #1)

CADEN

I t had been about a week since the “incident.” Caden hadn’t spoken much to Lucas. He’d been actively trying to avoid the guy for fear that he might have another reaction or inappropriate thought involving him and rubbing his face all over the boy’s body.

Not that he wanted to be creepy and make love to the guy’s skin, more like he was curious as to how his soft skin might feel… rubbing up against his…

Was it soft? Would Cade’s body feel coarse against his skin? Would Lucas tremble when Caden ran his fingers slowly down the smooth curve of his back?

He wasn’t sure what it all meant.

When Cade was with women, he often enjoyed lying with them and caressing their soft skin after fucking their brains out.

Yes, he fucked them rough and hard and loved the way they cried out his name just before they came. But once it was all over, he liked to hold them close to his chest and feel their tender skin up against his body.

Something about their silky, smooth skin and the beating of their heart calmed him and took him to a place where he could be at peace. That peaceful feeling never lasted long, but for those first fifteen minutes or so, he felt like all his troubles had faded.

Cade never mentioned this to any of the guys in the crew. Showing tenderness or anything that resembled romance was looked down upon. Guys in the gang were supposed to be tough. They didn’t discuss feelings or emotions or how much they enjoyed a good cuddle after an intense boning session.

That all remained unspoken.

These new thoughts were his to unpack and figure out all on his own.

Whatever. He didn’t need anyone’s help.

“Hey, Alexis, how’s it going?” Caden asked, taking a seat on one of the barstools.

“Hey, Cade. Not much. I’m low-key freaking out here.”

“What? Why?”

“My dance instructor had to cancel on me. Apparently, her mother fell sick, so she’s off to Texas to go and be with her.”

“And… you’re upset that she’s seeing her sick mother? That sounds mean, even for you.” Cade gave a chuckle, knowing it had to be more than just that. Alexis was tough, but she wasn’t evil.

The blonde-and-pink bombshell gave Cade the middle finger.

“It was for my wedding. I hired a professional to teach me how to dance. Then I thought I could do a little performance at the ceremony for Jake. You know, show him how much I love him.”

Alexis and Jake had recently gotten engaged, and half the town was invited to their wedding. It was in a couple of months, and Caden was still trying to find a way to avoid attending.

Stomach flu? Leprosy? Cat stuck in a tree?

He knew he was being a jerk, and there was no way in hell Marcus would allow him to miss young Alexis’s nuptials.

While they might not be related, everyone in the gang was treated as family.

So, when one of them got married, they all happily attended—even if deep down, the thought of watching two people profess their love to one another made him want to take a drill to his eyes.

“Can’t you hire someone else?” Caden asked, wondering why this was such a big deal. There must be loads of people around who know how to slow dance or do the chicken… whatever it’s called.

He didn’t care much for dancing. Shaking his hips and getting his nut sack all sweaty didn’t exactly sound like a good time.

Alexis shook her head. “I’ve tried that, but everyone local is already booked or can’t make it.”

“I could do it,” a voice beside Cade offered.

They both looked up to see Lucas standing next to Cade with a tray full of empty glasses.

He placed the tray down on the bar and slid in between Caden and the barstool next to him.

“What sort of dance do you need to learn?”

“Anything. I’m not much of a dancer when there’s no pole in front of me.” Lucas and Caden exchanged a look. “Oh! You know what would be cool? Learning that fancy dance named after Walt Disney.”

“Walt Disney?” Lucas asked, looking confused as hell. “Oh! Do you mean the waltz?”

“Yeah! That’s the one. Do you know that dance, Luc?” Alexis’s eyes lit up at the possibility that she might have found her new dance instructor.

“Well, yeah, I know how to waltz. But for that, I would suggest that I teach both you and your fiancé. Then, at least, you can both dance together,” Lucas suggested.

“Were you a dance teacher or something?” Alexis asked, leaning up against the bar and showing the guys why her husband was really marrying her.

Her tits were two sizes too big for her body. There was no chance in hell that they were natural, but that didn’t matter to her fiancé, Jake. He loved boobs and took every opportunity to remind people that he did.

“Umm, no. I studied musical theater in college.”

“Oh my god! That’s amazing! Did you do any musicals or plays? I love seeing musicals,” Alexis gushed.

One would never guess, given the large number of tattoos that stained her body.

Alexis was a blend of Pamela Anderson from Baywatch and Katey Sagal, who played Gemma in Sons of Anarchy . Little did people realize that she was also a closeted Broadway diva— apparently .

Lucas’s face flushed. He glanced around the bar as if worried that someone might have overheard them.

Was he embarrassed?

Caden was still having trouble trying to read the boy’s body language.

“I did a few shows in college and had a few auditions before—” His voice caught in his throat. A pained look flashed across his face. Clearly, this was something that he was not comfortable discussing. “Well, anyway, whatever dances you want to learn, I can teach you.”

Lucas picked up the tray and walked around the bar to where the dishwasher was tucked away. He opened the latch and began loading the dirty glasses.

“Ah! I’m so excited! You’re the best.” Alexis pulled out her cell and unlocked it. “Give me your number, and I’ll set something up.”

Lucas’s body tensed. He remained bent over for a moment before slowly straightening up.

“Umm, actually, I don’t have a cell phone.”

“What?” Alexis looked shocked, like her best friend had just told her that the sky was actually a deep shade of orange instead of a gentle, soft blue.

“How do you not have a cell phone? Can people actually function without one?” Then her eyes widened.

“ Oh , is it some kind of weird religious thing or something?”

It was clear that Alexis had trouble fathoming that someone could actually survive not being a slave to their phone.

Alexis’s social media feed read like an audition for Biker Chicks Gone Wild . There wasn’t a thing that she and Jake did that didn’t end up on that damn thing. Caden was surprised that they hadn’t started an OnlyFans page, given some of the pretty raunchy videos that they sometimes posted.

Caden had to admit that he had popped a boner a time or two while scrolling through her page. Seeing her and Jake in that hot tub video they had posted had made his jeans painfully tight.

“Umm, no. I just… don’t have one.” The boy’s face was beet red as he continued to stack the washer with mugs and pint glasses.

Caden had never met a person who didn’t own a cell phone. Well, perhaps his grandparents when he was younger. But that was before cell phones became an extension of people’s bodies.

Alexis was right. How did the boy function without a cell phone? How did he pay his bills? Post on social media? Watch porn?

What self-respecting guy in their twenties didn’t beat his meat to porn on his cell phone?

FYI, don’t ever pick up a guy’s cell phone. You don’t want to know what microbes or bodily fluids are caked onto that thing.

You’ve. Been. Warned.

“So, how will I get ahold of you?” Alexis asked, still not convinced that Lucas was telling the truth.

“How about we meet up tomorrow around eleven? This will give us a few hours to practice before our shift starts at night. You got a place where we can practice?”

Alexis nodded and then wrote down her home address on a bar napkin. “We’ve got a large garage that we can practice in and a portable stereo that can play music.”

“That sounds perfect,” Lucas said, glancing up at Cade before blushing and glancing away just as quickly. “Got to run,” he muttered before dashing back around the bar and disappearing into the back once more.

Caden was confused. Something didn’t feel right about the elusive Lucas Braden.

He spotted Marcus sitting in a booth toward the back of the bar, scrolling through his cell phone, and decided that he should probably go and have a chat with his boss.

“Hey, boss, got a sec?”

Marcus placed his phone down on the table and nodded. “Sure, what’s up?”

Caden slid onto the bench across from him and did a quick scan of the bar to make sure that no one was in earshot of their conversation.

“I was just wondering about Luc. What do you know about the guy?”

“What do you mean?” Marcus asked, confusion and concern growing on his face.

“Well, where did he move from? What did he do for work before moving here? The guy always changes the subject whenever you ask him anything personal. Did you know that the dude doesn’t even have a cell phone?”

Marcus glanced over at where Lucas was wiping down a table and wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Why? Has he done something that I should be concerned about? Has he done anything inappropriate?”

Caden’s brows furrowed as he shook his head.

“No, not that I’m aware of. I’m just saying there’s something off about the kid. There’s something that he’s hiding. I can feel it.”

If the boy was dangerous, Caden needed to protect his family. All the guys in the gang were under his protection. Even his massive six-foot-four beast of a boss.

Marcus’s jaw tightened. He interlocked his fingers, then leaned forward on the table.