Page 7 of Primal Urges

Marcus had set up a jukebox at the back of the bar that played some rock and heavy metal. He even added a Taylor Swift album in case any of therainbow crewdecided to give the bar a go.

Ace was openly gay. Occasionally, he’d bring in a friend or two who usually sat nervously in the corner while a bar full of drunken biker men and women watched them with curiosity.

Everybody knew that Ace was Marcus’s little brother, so nobody would ever dare say a word to him about being gay, but occasionally, they did get the bigoted traveler who stopped in for a beer and decided to run their mouth. They usually left the bar with a fat lip and matching black eyes.

None of Marcus’s crew would ever allow one of their own to be disrespected, be he gay, straight, bi, or other. There was a certain code that they all lived by, and standing up for one another was part of that code.

They were the Shadow Vipers.Nobody messed with their family.

“You going to be alright out here? I’m going to head inside and take a leak.”

Nikolai nodded, turning his attention back to the princess who was grinding her cooch up against her man with such intensity Caden was surprised it hadn’t burst into flames.

At least someone was taking advantage of the opportunity to get themselves off.

Making his way through the bar, Cade nodded at regulars and patted guys on the back as he passed them by.

It was a Saturday night, so the place was packed to the rafters.

They lived in a small town called Baton, just outside of Roswell, New Mexico. The population was less than twenty-five thousand and hadn’t even found itself a place on the map.

Other than drinking and fucking, there wasn’t much else to do in the small podunk town. Teens seemed to love the movie theater, but mostly, it showed films that had already come out on DVD. The town wasn’t too concerned with keeping up with the rest of the world around it, it seemed. It had its charm, but mostly, people lived there to be left alone.

The town had one sheriff, a man by the name of Sheriff Burke, who basically only got off his ass when there was a fire or some traveling tourist decided to run their mouth and had two of their teeth punched in. Locals didn’t take kindly to people running their lips or thinking that they were better than them.

Truth be told, the order of the town was mostly maintained by Marcus and his crew—crew being the guys who stood behind Marcus and most of whom worked at this very bar. There were a few guys and girls who did other work for Marcus, but the majority of the crew was stationed at Ride ’em Hard.

Stepping up to the urinal, Caden unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He let out a sigh as his bladder began to empty.

He’d been needing to take a piss for the past forty-five minutes, but Nikolai had been busy doingGod knows whatinside the bar. He didn’t dare leave the door unmanned,especially on a Saturday night. You never knew what drunken idiot might stumble in—or out—of the bar, causing trouble that would reflect badly on Marcus and the rest of the crew. It was just safer for everyone if he held his dick like a grown man.

Shaking himself off, he tucked his dick back into his jeans and washed his hands in the sink.

Glancing up at the water-stained mirror, he fixed his hair and adjusted his shirt. The fabric stretched tightly around his swollen muscles, making his biceps look huge and firm. Ladies liked a man with big, strong arms.

Deciding that he looked decent enough to catch the eye of one or two horny chicks, he adjusted his package and tried to remember if he replaced the condoms in his wallet. He always made sure he had at least two on him at all times, just in case his lay wanted to bring a friend.

He needed to get laid.

He hadn’t busted a nut in the last three days, and he was starting to get a little edgy. Walking around a biker bar with a semi was great for the ladies but not so great for the dudes.

“Don’t worry, little guy. We’ll get you some attention tonight,” Caden said to his reflection before reaching for the door and stepping out into the hallway.

It happened so fast that Caden barely had any time to react.

A tray of empty glasses went flying into the air as some tiny thing dressed in a tight black shirt barreled into Caden’s right side.

Without thinking, Caden reached out and caught the scraggly frame before it had a chance to crash into the wall across from them.

The tray and glasses were left to their own fate and crashed to the floor with a wondrous roar.

Cheers and laughter erupted from the bar as witnesses to the tragic collision expressed their enthusiasm for the violence and chaos that had unfolded right before them.

“Shit!” the startled young man gasped, grabbing hold of Caden and abandoning his duties asguardian of the tray.

“Whoa,” Caden exclaimed, pulling the young man into his chest in a gesture that could only be described as “protective lover.”

“Oh! Umm, I’m sorry,” the bashful young man exclaimed, glancing up at Caden with wide eyes and an expression of terror.

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