Chapter 88

Or Scooter. Andy slanted a gaze at him, because Scooter wasn’t exactly wordless either most of the time.

“Can youkeep quiet?” Andy asked, half-teasing, half-curious. He slid his hands up Scooter’s sides, and around to the front to rest on Scooter’s chest.

Scooter shivered, peeled off his shirt to give Andy better access. “Maybe? I might mark you up a little, bites and…” He kissed Andy’s neck, nuzzled at Andy’s ear. “Feel so good, so intense. Need a bit of an outlet. Won’t bite, if you rather I don’t.”

Andy hummed—quietly!—and tipped his head for easier access. “I don’t mind if you don’t,” he promised.