But it was. A big fuckin’ deal.
“Catch you later, kid,” Caden added, giving him one of his panty-dropping smiles.
Lucas felt his heart swoon as he watched his sexy knight in shining armor strut away.
He was in such big trouble.
Flipping open his new phone, Lucas opened the contacts folder. And there, standing all by its lonesome, were two little words, “Sexy-ass Bouncer.”
Smiling, he selected the name and shot off a text.
Lucas: Who Dis?
He watched as Caden pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and slowed. Stopping, he turned and shot Lucas one of the sexist smirks he had ever seen.
Caden typed out a message quickly before shoving his phone back in his pocket.
Lucas’s phone dinged.
Sexy-ass Bouncer: I thought the name said it all.
Shaking his head, Lucas turned and began walking in the opposite direction.
Why were all the charming guys he liked always straight?
8
CADEN
Dancing with Luc had been the hardest thing Caden had ever done. Literally the hardest! It took all of his willpower and concentration not to pop a boner while dancing with the guy. The smell of the boy’s lotion, the feel of his body as it bumped against his, the terrified yet hungry look in his eyes. All of it. It was all torture!
It took every last ounce of his straight-bro control not to throw the guy down on the bench, rip his pants down around his ankles, and shove his fucking cock deep inside those perky ass cheeks of his. The hunger he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
What the fuck was happening to him?
He had never felt this way before, not even with a woman. Sex had always just been sex—a fun activity he enjoyed and that made him feel good.
But this? This was something else entirely. And to be honest, it kind of scared him.
Caden had been raised in a hypermasculine environment. He’d been raised to believe that guys needed to be guys. They didn’t show emotions, didn’t talk about their feelings, anddefinitely did not fantasize about throwing down their male coworkers and pounding the shit out of them.
His thoughts were both confusing and foreign. In all his life, he had never once felt sexually attracted to another dude. Was that even an option?
What was it about Lucas that had him feeling all these strange feelings?
Was it possible to want to devour somebody yet serve and protect them all at the same time?
There was something about the boy that was getting under his skin. Some carnal need. An awakening he had never experienced before. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it both terrified and excited him.
Standing in a towel, Caden stared at the three-inch scar just below his left rib cage. The scar had faded over the years but was a constant reminder of how close he had come to having his life cut short. He hadn’t noticed the man sneak up behind him in the shower. Thankfully, his cellmate, Dre, had been showering two showers over from him and jumped in before his attacker had an opportunity to do lethal damage.
DeSantis, his attacker, belonged to a rival crew that dealt drugs out of Austin, Texas. He had been instructed to send Marcus a message to keep off their territory by eliminating one of Marcus’s crew members. And who better to target than the vulnerable, naked man showering with his eyes closed?
Caden wasn’t even aware that he had been stabbed until DeSantis’s face smashed up against the tile wall, and his homemade blade had fallen to the floor.
Pain shot through Caden’s side as he reached down to inspect the open wound that was leaking blood at an alarming rate.
Shouts and grunts ensued as Dre pummeled DeSantis into the tiled shower floor.
