Page 6 of Primal Urges

Standing outside the bar, Caden watched as some dude made out with his girl while sitting on his Harley. It wasn’t an uncommon sight. Some rough-around-the-edges biker dude, getting his face swallowed by some pretty little thing with long black hair, tattoos up and down her arms, and a miniskirt that introduced the world to her vagina.

Ride ’em Hardwas the name of the bar.

It was the bar of choice for those who lived a little more on the…wild side. Mostly, it was bikers, gang members, and newly divorced women—and a few men—looking to let loose and take a little ride on the untamed, rougher side of the testosterone pool. Perhaps hook up with someone in one of the less-than-desirable bathrooms or receive sloppy head out back where people pretended nothing happened.

Caden loved it here.

Officially, he worked as a bouncer, making sure that everyone followed the rules and things didn’t get too rowdy or too out of hand. There had to be a bit of excitement, or people would not continue to return.

Mostly, Cade stood around, looking ripped and menacing. It wasn’t very often that he had to crack open skulls or take people out back and introduce them to the pavement. But when people misbehaved, Caden had no issues getting a little blood on his boots.

Not many caused trouble though. Most people were too afraid of Marcus to disrespect him or his place of business.

His boss had a bit of areputation.

Everyone knew that Marcus earned a living doing things that would most likely earn people a VIP ticket straight to the fiery gates of hell. They all enjoyed partying with him but knew better than to get on his bad side. That was how people disappeared.

But Cade didn’t judge.

It wasn’t like he was a saint himself and hadn’t done things that might make others cringe or pass judgment.

When all was said and done, he, along with all his fellow coworkers, would be partying it up in hell right next to their boss and fearless leader.

Even if the tank could still outbench him any day of the week…

In addition to owning Ride ’em Hard, Marcus was also the leader of theShadow Vipers, a motorcycle gang that dabbled in drugs, weapons, and rare antiquities. Basically, Marcus and his crew could get anyone, anything… for a price, of course.

It was this knowledge that Marcus was the leader of a biker gang that kept people shaking in their boots.

Caden was also a member of the Shadow Vipers—the same as most of the guys who worked at Ride ’em Hard. Being a bouncer at the bar was what Caden reported to Uncle Sam. The rest of his income came from crew business.

“How’s it lookin’?” a voice asked, sneaking up behind him.

He turned his head slightly and gave his buddy Nikolai an up nod with his head. He was still fixed on the amateur porn shoot taking place just steps away from where he stood.

“It’s good. Just watchingDaddy Bearover there get his face licked off byPrincess Peach.”

A guttural moan escaped Nikolai’s throat.

“Fuck, that piece looks nice and juicy.”

Caden wasn’t sure which person his buddy was referring to. He’d heard rumors that perhaps Nikolai liked to take it both ways, but was never able to confirm whether the man ever took dick or not. He knew that the man was notorious for participating in three ways, but he never really got into the “who stuck what where” part of the stories. He would just randomly make generic comments like the one he just made, leaving everyone to guess and speculate.

Not that Caden had an issue if the giant beefy Russian was bi. If anything, he pitied the man… or woman who had to take his Russian piece of meat. He’d seen what the guy was packing, and let’s just say god used double the amount of clay when he was sculpting his junk.

“Tell me about it,” Caden agreed. “How are things going inside?”

Nikolai took his position on the other side of the entrance and folded his arms across his chest. If the man wasn’t intimidating before, he definitely looked like he enjoyed eating puppies for breakfast and scaring young children for fun.

Having two big, scary-looking dudes manning the entrance was great for business. It gave the place that rough, bad-boy feel while telling the world that they didn’t put up with bullshit.

Tearing his eyes away from the two fornicating on the motorcycle before them, Nikolai nodded over his shoulder.

“Had to break up a fight between Eddie and Dusty, then had to remindThelma and Louisethat their tits had to stay inside their shirts even when dancing at the back of the bar.”

Thelma and Louisewere two middle-aged women who began coming to the bar when they both left their husbands five years ago. The crew referred to them asThelma and Louisebecause of how they dressed and acted. They always came in wearing the tiniest miniskirts and cowboy boots. They were a lively duo who enjoyed teasing the men in the bar and occasionally going down on them when they were feeling horny.

But piss them off, and you were done for.

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