Page 95 of Caged Hunger

Basher looked over at Marcus.

“If it’s alright with you and Brad, I’d like to switch clubs and stay with the Shadow Vipers permanently.” He reached for Cameron’s hand once again. “I’ve found my home and can’t imagine my life without this amazing guy.”

Marcus smiled.

“We’d love to have you, brother. You know the whole crew already considers you as one of us. That’s why they all came out to rescue you. They did that for you, not because I asked them to.”

Bradly patted Basher on the chest.

“You’ll always be one of our brothers, too, Bash, and anytime you and your man want to visit, you’re always welcome.”

“Thanks, boss. I’d love to see the rest of the guys, for sure.”

“Well, in that case.” Bradly turned toward the door, where several burly men with beards and tattoos were hovering, waiting impatiently to see their biker brother.

Basher’s eyes went wide.

All the guys from the Death Cruisers were standing in the doorway.

“What the?” Basher began before his room was flooded with pushy, rough, and rowdy men.

“What the fuck, Bash? We didn’t send you to New Mexico to fucking die!” Felix, one of his brothers from the Death Cruisers, chirped.

“You could have at least told us you were planning on smashing face with those Caplan bitches,” another added.

“Seriously, bro, we missed the fuck out of you,” Armen, a five-foot-eight brother, gushed as he stepped past the other guys and wrapped his arms around Basher’s bruised and battered chest.

Basher winced. He couldn’t believe all the guys were here.

More men flooded in, some accompanied by members of the Shadow Vipers, some distracted and hitting on the nurses who came into the room, wondering what was going on in the suddenly noisy space.

“Is this your new guy? I always had a feeling you liked dick,” Elliot, one of the youngest members of the club, asked, smiling over at Cameron as he slapped Basher on the chest. “He’s cute. I see now why you don’t want to leave this place.”

“Keep your eyes in your head, or I’ll rip them from your skull,” Basher warned. “This one’s mine, and I’m keeping him.”

“It’s all good, man. I saw a cute one out in the waiting room earlier. I think he might be straight, but you never know with these horny biker dudes.”

Cameron chuckled.

“It’s nice to meet you too. You’ll have to tell me which guy it is, and I can give you the lowdown on his sexual preferences later.”

Basher could see the excitement in Cameron’s eyes. Love was addictive, apparently.

“For sure. He’s cute as fuck, likes to build fires, someone told me.”

“Hmm, that almost sounds like Damian,” Cameron said, glancing over at Ace, who was eagerly listening in on all their conversations.

Ace gave Cameron one of his evil smirks.

“If it is Damian, I’m pretty sure he’s let the odd dude suck him off once or twice in the men’s room.” Ace gave Cameron a wink. “I even caught him once, railing a chick from behind as her boyfriend played with his ass. So, you never know.”

Marcus slapped his little brother on the back, causing the guy to squeak.

“Perhaps you should stop sharing intimate details of your brothers’ sex lives? The last thing we want is to out someone who’s not ready to come out.”

Ace turned to his brother. “You’ve got a point. But if that boy is closeted, I don’t think he realizes that his closet is translucent. The whole fucking bar can see what that boy is playing with.”

They all chuckled.