There must be others.
Therehasto be others.
Because there’s no way inhellthe one man is Kayden motherfucking Lockwood.
Niko ruffles my hair. “Aw, welcome to the club. You top or bottom? Verse?”
“Just shut it, Niko.”
“You give bottom vibes.”
“Why the fuck would you think that?” I’m genuinely offended. Why is he so sure I bottom? Me? Being fucked.
Impossible.
“Because you don’t take a lot of initiative, cousin, and you’re such a prince. Though maybe you could be verse? Dunno. It depends. Experiment a lot and you’ll find out which position works best for you. Though I knew from the get-go that I love fucking, not the other way around. But people are different. Some know straight away—or gay away,see what I did there?—while others use trial and error.”
I’m deeply uncomfortable with this talk, but I still ask, “What does trial and error even mean?”
“A number of things. Like bottoming and hating it. Or topping and being ill at ease. Some people like switching it up, which means topping and bottoming. Some people hate those terms altogether. It depends on the person. You’re usually the top if you like fucking and being in control, though there are power bottoms who take control but don’t do the fucking. If you love being pounded or come by prostate fucking without dick stimulation, you’re usually a bottom.”
My ears heat. No way in fuck. “Who the fuck came up with these rules?”
“No one really. And there are no rules. Everyone is different. I’m speaking generally and in terms some might agree with yet others wouldn’t. Anyway, I’ll give you a free course on butt stuff. Lesson one, always have lube on you, likealways. And prep yourself. Start with small butt plugs, then scale up. You’ll thank me later?—”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough. Get the fuck out.” I push him out, then slam the door shut.
I bite on my thumb as I let out a long groan. There’s no way in fuck I’m gay, let alone the one being fucked.
I do the fucking. Next time I see Kayden, I’m taking the upper hand.
Not that I look forward to that.
Absolutelynot.
11
GARETH
Two days later, I’m early for criminal law class.
Not because I want to test Niko’s theory about trial and error, but it’s more because I’m actually a good student. And I’m not allowing some immoral professor to tarnish my track record.
My eyes zero in on him as he walks into class. Everyone grows silent, almost reverent.
Professor Lockwood has built an impenetrable reputation in the couple of weeks he’s been teaching at TKU. Sort of a cult, really.
Girls visibly fan themselves when they see or pass him by—they love how he’s so mysterious and strict and justso hot—and even the guys respect him.
He’s annoying competition.
Though they’re right about the mystery factor. I’ve been thinking, and I believe maybe the reason he’s messing with my head—and, subsequently, my body—is because I can’t figure him out.
His actions don’t match his profile, so maybe when they do, I’ll lose interest. Ialwaysdo.
His gaze flits in my direction as if he knows I’ve been thinking about him, and a small smile grazes his lips before it disappears.
Asshole loves getting on my last fucking nerve.