Page 42 of Primal Urges

“Umm. No, that’s okay. I really need to get going. It’s late, and I’ve got some things that I need to get done.”

The man could not even make eye contact.

Fuck. He’d screwed up.

This was why he didn’t fool around with straight guys. They never know what they want, and then they feel all guilty and weird and can’t get the fuck out of your place fast enough.

“Cade, are you—” Lucas began before being cut off.

“Yeah, man. I just gotta run before I’m late.” He pulled down the back of his shirt and descended the ladder two steps at a time.

Lucas watched from the top of the loft as the hottest straight guy he had ever fooled around with rushed out of his place like he had the plague or something.

So much for a magical morning.

Fuck, why did he give in when he knew better?

Because you were lonely and horny, and for the first time in ages, you didn’t feel ugly.

Argh!

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CADEN

Caden ground his teeth for the fiftieth time that evening. At this rate, he wasn’t going to have any teeth left by the end of his shift.

The sound of their laughter.

Watching the way he leaned in close and whispered God knows what into Lucas’s ear.

Even watching the way he casually rubbed his hand along Lucas’s inner thigh made Caden want to rip the little prick’s throat out with his bare hands.

He wondered how long it would take for the little fucker to bleed out. Grasping at the gaping hole that once was his throat while Caden stood above him, happily enjoying the show.

No, he was not being overly dramatic, and no, he did not think he was being unreasonable. The guy was a douche and clearly only after one thing.

And what do you care if Mr. Douche sticks his prick into that yummy piece of delicious pie? It’s none of your business, is it? You're straight. He’s gay. Gay men sleep with other gay men, and the last time I checked? Mr. Douche was gay.Verygay.

That annoying voice inside his head was right. Cade had no reason to care who Lucas decided to hang out with or who he let stick their dick into his body.

Caden was straight, and Lucas was gay.

It had been two weeks since Caden had freaked out and ran from Lucas’s loft after receiving the best fucking hand job of his life. Seriously, his soul left his body as he was coming and only returned once Lucas released his grip.

It had also been two weeks since Caden began avoiding Lucas like the plague.

And people were starting to notice.

Caden hated the way he reacted. Once he came and his brain brought itself back online, he panicked.

He had no idea what to do or say or how he should be feeling.

Was he gay? Bi? Was he suddenly into dudes? All he knew was, at that moment, he wanted to be as close to Lucas as possible.

Listening to his breathing and feeling Lucas’s warm skin pressed against his as he enjoyed every minute of playing with Caden’s dick—it had all been so… intoxicating.

That was the best way to describe it. His senses were heightened, his skin felt electric, and his dick… well, it had never been so hard in his entire life.

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