Page 12 of Primal Urges

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.

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