Page 44 of Primal Urges

No matter what guys say, they are always competing to have the biggest dick at any urinal. It’s in their DNA.

Letting out a slow breath, Caden relaxed his body and let the river begin to flow.

“So, you must be the new boyfriend,” Caden growled, staring ahead at the tile on the wall. He didn’t have to scope out thecompetition. He knew that his dick was already way bigger thanLittle Miss Douchebag’s.

“Excuse me?” the boy asked, confused and turning his head slightly.

Caden caught him glancing down before snapping his head back toward the wall in front of him.

Caden smirked.Guess there’s no doubt about who the true alpha is in this scenario.

“Lucas. I assume that you two are dating. This is the second time you guys have been out on a date this week.”

The boy smiled. “Ya, he’s smoking hot, and I would love to get him down on his knees, but no, we are not dating.Yet.”

There was something predatorial about the way thedouchebagspoke. Perhaps it was all in Caden’s head, but either way, he didn’t like the thought of Lucas getting down on his knees for this beta. Lucas deserved an alpha. A man who could protect him and give him exactly what he needed inside and outside of the bedroom.

Too bad you’re straight, that voice inside his head said, taunting him and reminding him that he had no place in Lucas’s life.

Caden shook his cock before turning to face his new nemesis. He tucked his dick back into his jeans, reminding the punk who the true alpha was in this scenario.

“Yes, Lucas is a great guy and sexy as hell. Which is why I thought it was important for me to introduce myself. I’m Caden, Lucas’s… friend. I’m also very protective of my friends. So if I catch you doing anything…inappropriateor mistreating the guy in any way…” Caden did up his fly and fastened his belt buckle. “Me and my brothers will take you out back and break every bone in your body.”

The pipsqueak swallowed hard as he listened intently.

“Do we have an understanding?” Caden asked, flexing his muscles as he glared at the boy metaphorically pissing his pants.

The boy nodded.

“Good. You should also probably say your goodbyes and call it a night. Lucas has a lot to do tomorrow, so he needs his rest.”

The man nodded, still standing at the urinal holding his dick. He’d stopped pissing a few minutes ago but seemed to be in some sort of frozen state.

“Oh. And I don’t need to tell you to keep this little conversation between us. My brothers and I hate it when our private conversations are shared with others. And how much more private can a conversation be than one standing at the urinals while holding our dicks in our hands.”

“Got it. Between us.”

“Good boy,” Cade said before moving to wash his hands. “Nice chatting with you,little dude,” he said while pushing open the bathroom door and leaving.

Across the bar, Caden watched asMr. Douchebagslinked back to his table. He whispered something into Lucas’s ear before waving to the others and then making his way to the door.

Lucas shook his head as if confused by the man’s sudden departure. Ace reached across the table and squeezed his hand.

Caden hated to see such disappointment on the boy’s face, but that loser wasn’t good enough for him. Lucas needed someone confident and strong, someone who wasn’t afraid to walk up to a person taking a leak and threaten their life. Someone who would do whatever it took to protect him and always keep him safe.

What about love and care for him?that pesky voice inside his head asked.

Yeah, that too. That was sort of a given.

Or was it because it’s only strength and protection that you can offer the guy? That’s why you only mentioned those two attributes.

I care for the guy. I bought him a friggin cell phone and walked him home late at night. Even now, I’m making sure that he doesn’t get hurt by losers like Mr. Crooked Dick Man.

And yet you’re willing to let Lucas believe that the guy left because of something that he did.

That wasn’t my intention.

No. It wasn’t, was it?

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