Page 23 of Primal Urges

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LUCAS

Alexis and her fiancé were not horrible. They just lacked finesse, coordination, and, of course, the ability to let go and feel the music. Jake had a bit of trouble putting his manhood aside and becoming one with the music. Alexis… well, she was a little too comfortable letting the music take control.

Lucas had to keep reminding Alexis that children would most likely be in attendance at their wedding, so it was probably best if she kept her vag off Jake’s bulging hard-on.

Like, seriously. The two acted like a pair of horny college students alone in a cabin in the dead of summer. At first, Lucas thought that perhaps they were playing with him, trying to make him uncomfortable with their borderline pornographic dance or porn-star mating ritual… whatever one might call it.

It was Lucas’s fault, really. He asked them if there were any dances they were familiar with, to which Alexis pulled out a chair, shoved Jake into the seat, and then proceeded to give the man a million-dollar lap dance.

Nope.Not wedding-appropriate.

Definitely not.

Alexis failed to mention that she used to work as a stripper and that Jake was her number one client. She stopped stripping once they started dating.

Talk about ameet-cuteromance. Eat that, Hallmark!

“You guys are doing great. Let’s try that again, one more time.”

“I don’t see why I wouldn’t just have my hands on her hips in the first place. That way, I can grind my junk against her and remind her why she’s marrying me.”

Jake was a bit of a pig. He fit that rough-and-tough biker stereotype that was often seen in the movies or on cop reality shows. In a way, it was kind of hot, but also, it was kind of annoying.We get it; you’ve got a big dick.And if anyone was the lucky one in this scenario, it was Jake. He was getting to marry one of the sweetest girls Lucas had ever met.

Yes, she looked rough on the outside, but she also possessed class and charm that she tried to keep hidden from the rest of the guys. Lucas sensed that she believed it wasn’t acceptable to show such a soft side. Yet here she was, learning to waltz with her fiancé, hoping to class up her wedding, which was sure to be overrun by loud men with big egos and mouths just as dirty as her man’s.

“Jake!” Alexis shouted as she slapped her fiancé’s shoulder. “Stop being so rude. Plus, we all know the real reason you are marrying me is because of these.” Alexis shook her chest, smiling as her man’s eyes went wide and his lips parted in a hungry grin.

If anyone has ever wondered what a starving lion looks like when it comes across an injured deer, it kind of resembled Jake’s current expression—except less man-boner and more salivation.

They really were perfect for each other.

“Okay, let’s try it one more time.”

Lucas pressed play on Alexis’s laptop—the source of their waltz music, thanks to the magic of YouTube.

He watched as his students began to move together. With enough practice, their movements would eventually become a dance. For now, at least it didn’t look like Jake was trying to impregnate his fiancée on their pretend dance floor.

“Wow, who knew that Jake had moves?” a deep voice asked, startling the trio mid-waltz.

Lucas looked up just as Caden stepped into the garage.

The man was created by the sex gods.

He was wearing a torn, sleeveless Rob Zombie T-shirt and tight blue jeans that were ripped across his thick thighs. To say that the material barely stretched across his legs was an understatement. Caden definitely did not skip leg days.

For a straight man, Caden sure knew how to dress. His clothing was stylish yet masculine, current but looked like it had been used and worn. Not to mention that every article of clothing hugged the man in all the right places.

“I’ve got moves that will put all you guys to shame,” Jake bragged, grinding his junk deep against his lady.

The move was clearly something that man had seen once—or twice—in a pornographic film. Probably starring some big-breasted woman and a dirty, slow-speaking mechanic. Lucas was getting the sense that that was the sort of thing Jake was into—big boobs and blue-collar men.

“Argh!” Alexis protested, breaking away from her fiancé and taking a step back. “I felt the head and everything!”

Jake chuckled. “That was the whole point, babe.”

“Have you been hard this entire time?” Alexis shouted, not seeming to care which of her neighbors might overhear.

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