Zone Entry (Camrose U, #1)

by Maia Kinley

“Or maybe I’ll take yours, golden boy.” “Golden boy…?” “You heard me. Or do you prefer campus hottie? Prom king?” Frowning, I mutter, “What are you going on about?”

“If you tell me you have a crush on Nick Sandoval, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Fuck. I was wrong. He’s not a fake-ass golden boy. No… Nick Sandoval’s a fucking doormat.

“Never had a girlfriend, never will.” “Because of your pleasant personality?” He grins. “Wow, feisty. Actually, it’s because I’m gay as fuck.”

He suddenly closes the space between us and reaches for me, and it’s so sudden and unlike him, I don’t even have the time to react. Nick wraps long fingers around my throat and squeezes it, his eyes hardening. Show me the real you, golden boy. I can’t help but smirk. Jesus, I need help.

Note to self: Next time I want Caleb to shut up, all I need to do is grip his throat.

“Nick, go to bed,” I murmur. He huffs a laugh. “I like it more when you call me Nicky.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Caleb.” “What? I’m serious. This is exhausting. Give it a rest and be honest for once in your life.” His eyes snap open and he grabs me by the front of my shirt, and I’m just about to shove him away when he does the last thing I ever expected. He slams his mouth against mine.

And then I do what makes sense—I fist my hand in his hair and yank him closer, smashing our mouths together once more.

“You’re so fucking irritating,” Caleb hisses between kisses. “I don’t know if I want to knock you out or fuck you.”

Then he pats my cheek as if I’m a puppy and whispers, “Good boy.” I choke in surprise and Caleb grins wickedly.

Not tearing my gaze away from him, I say, “I’m going to suck you off, Nicky. Tell me I can.” Nick sucks in a breath, then he nods once.

“I need you to use your words.” “It’s okay. More than okay.” “Good boy.”

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.

“Beg to come.” “Please. Baby, please. I want to come.”

“No,” he says, also laughing. “Thank you again for coming back. I didn’t know I needed you until I saw you.” I’m pretty sure my heart is about to burst out of my chest. “Jesus, Nicky. You can’t just say shit like that.”

It’s been a while since I’ve kissed him, and I remember what I’ve been missing out, and it’s a wonder I could hold out this long. Nick clutches at the front of my shirt, and when I pull away to study his face, he says, “I missed you.”

Then he mumbles, way too softly, “I’d do anything for you.”

“I’ll tell you,” I say. “God, Caleb, what I need right now is to have you in me.”

“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.

“I’m falling in love with you,” I blurt out.

“Start the car, baby,” he says. “Need you in me, and I’m not about to be arrested for public indecency.”

“Yeah, but I love you, and I know you’ve got this,” he says, and my heart thumps. I blink at him, stunned.