Zone Entry (Camrose U, #1)

by Maia Kinley

God, I’m going to grow a complex about how this guy makes me feel so wanted.

“Fuck my mouth, golden boy.”

but what I used to think were flaws are incredibly endearing to me now. That smile? How he’s always polite and stops to make small talk with everyone? The way he never takes the bait when someone from the other team taunts him? I didn’t realize until now that all those weren’t actually flaws. It’s as if I’m seeing him in a whole new light.

Except I don’t want to, because Nick makes me happy without even trying and I don’t want to fuck with that. All I can think of is him. Nick Sandoval has taken up every crevice of my mind, and I find myself seeking him out all the time.

“Deleted the app a few weeks ago because I didn’t need it anymore.”

Nick’s eyes light up and he grins, as if I’ve just agreed to something else entirely—as if I had told him I wanted to suck him off, and not the other way around. How can someone be this enthusiastic about giving head just because he wants to learn? What a fucking dork. Not for the first time, I arrive at the very real conclusion that Nick Sandoval’s going to be the end of me.

Or he does know, and he’s not asking. Same way I don’t ask him about the longtime crush he has on his brother’s best friend.

The crowd roars and Caleb looks around as if seeking someone, and then his eyes land on me. My heart jumps when I find out I’m the one he was looking for—even if I didn’t do shit in that play.

“When I let you fuck me, we won’t be in a hurry,” he says. “We’ll have all the time in the world, and I’ll go slow and ride you. Then, right when you’re at the edge, I’ll hold you down and sit completely still so that you can’t come.”

“I’ll ride you all night. Or I can get on my knees, and you can fuck me from behind, if you’d like. I don’t care. Fuck me how you want, Nicky.”

“Baby…” God. Caleb and his nicknames. It’s the first time he’s used that one, and my heart skips a beat. He murmurs, “Really?” “Caleb, I’ll let you do anything to me.”

I’ll talk to him when I’m ready and when I’ve figured out exactly what all this means—not me being bi, but me being way into my roommate to the point that I forget how to behave. And from the way warmth spreads across my chest when Caleb smiles at me, I know I’ll need to figure it out soon.

Nick’s cheeks are red from the few drinks he had, and he gives me a lazy smile that makes me pause for a moment. It makes me want to grab him by the sides of his face and kiss him stupid.

“No. Not drunk. I’m serious, though. You’re amazingly sweet even if you try to hide it behind a tough exterior. I like it every time you let me see a part of you that you don’t show anyone else.”

Mom doesn’t look the least bit bothered by the way I glare at her. Horrifyingly, I realize my cheeks warm up—I’ve never been a blusher, but apparently, Nicholas Sandoval’s able to bring that out in me. Ugh.

The guy’s taken up every corner of my brain. How that realization doesn’t bother me as much as it should makes me grin as I type out a message to him.

“Okay, so let’s go together. If you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you kiss me when the clock hits twelve.”

“I noticed you wear that color a lot.” And I like how it matches your eyes.

It drives me wild that I can make him lose control like this. Nicholas Sandoval, the campus’s golden boy, the hockey team’s star player, and a man who has a reputation for his undeniable patience and pleasant demeanor. He’s so inhibited in every other aspect of his life, and I can’t believe I have the privilege of making him fall apart like this. He shuts his eyes and grunts, and I trail a hand up his hard chest. I squeeze his throat gently before gripping his jaw. “Look at me,” I demand. He snaps his eyes open and meets my gaze. “Good boy,” I whisper, not missing how he sucks in a breath at the nickname.

“Good?” I ask hoarsely, because sue me—I thrive on praise. It’s something we have in common.

“Thank you again for coming back. I didn’t know I needed you until I saw you.”

The afterglow of good sex has always made me dazed and out of it, but this is different. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. It’s as if Nick’s slowly introducing me to new sensations that I never knew existed.

My jaw drops and I blink at him. I’ve known Rhys for almost my entire life, and I’ve known he’s been crushing on Isaac since they met in middle school. Even if I’ve never asked about it, it’s simply one of those facts in life that I’m aware of. Pay attention to how Rhys looks at his brother’s best friend and it couldn’t be clearer.

He laughs as if I’m joking. “Seriously, though. Caleb likes you a lot. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this smitten by anyone else, but he’s always had a weird way of managing his temper, so I’m apologizing for him and really hope you don’t give up on him.”

“He cares too much for people who are important to him.” Maddox watches me, as if gauging my reaction.

Fuck. I scrub a hand over my face, and my heart thrums in my chest. I don’t deserve him.

And in a moment of clarity, I realize that I will do everything to change that.

This guy, making me all gooey and shit.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Baby,” I say, and he sucks in a breath. “You’re closed off, can’t speak up for yourself, and you put up this weird perfect image that annoys the hell out of me.” “Please continue,” he says dryly, smiling. “But I like you. A lot. I like how you work hard and you play hard, and how dopey you get when you’re genuinely happy.” I pause. “And I like how you fuck me real nice.”

I can’t help it—I kiss him again. He’s fucking intoxicating, and I want to drown in him. I’ve never felt about anyone like this before, and when Nick threads his fingers through my hair and tugs me close, there’s another surge of emotion that escape me. Seriously, what’s that about me?

It’s me falling in love with him, full speed ahead and with no hesitation.

No matter how often we do this, it still makes my heart hammer as if it’s the first time.

“Yes, because we’re dating. We’re actual boyfriends.” He pats my head, ever so patronizing. “You have no clue what you’re getting into, baby. Just wait and see. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever.”

I haven’t really had a good night’s sleep since he’s left me alone in our dorm.

I want to know everything about him, even the things that are difficult to talk about.

That’s why I like to rile people up. People seem much less perfect when I get under their skin.”

“But just so you know, you have nothing to be ashamed of. At all. You’re so fucking flawless that it should be a crime. I’d yell to the world that you were my boyfriend, if you let me.” Caleb titters. “Actually, could I? At our next practice, can I get the attention of the entire team and tell them we’re together?”

My mind has always been too noisy but talking to Caleb like this and melting in his arms, my thoughts settle somewhat. I could get used to this.

“Fine,” Maddox says. “If you win, I’ll tutor you once. If I win, you stop staring at me all the time.” “You actually recognize me?” “Clearly. Your staring’s distracting, and I’d like you to stop.” “He recognizes me!” Schultz turns to us, his face all lit up.

He yells in surprise, as if even he can’t believe it, and Maddox scowls at him. When Schultz isn’t looking though, Maddox’s scowl turns into an amused smirk.

I’m obsessed with him, maybe.

“Nicky,” Caleb murmurs against my shoulder, his voice tired and barely audible. “Go to sleep, love.” My heart leaps and my fingers freeze in his hair, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I wonder if he even realizes what he called me—since the day we met, he comes up with all these new nicknames for me. That one may just be my favorite.

My golden boy scored the winning goal today, and I was so happy I tackled him. Might have kissed him too, if the other guys didn’t pile over us.

anyone who has an issue with it can suck my dick. Well, not literally. Only Nick can do that.

My face heats—nobody’s ever wanted to take me out like this. God, it

makes me feel… special. The fuck is wrong with me?

Goddamn, why does my heart keep doing that? I should get that checked.

he’s so thoughtful, as always. So endearingly cute that I want to squeeze his cheeks, but he’d probably threaten to punch my throat.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.