Alec wasn’t even sure he wantedNick. The man had a nice body, and according to Drew, a great cock. But he wasn’t anything like Alec’s type. More than that, a player always recognized another player. Drew probably hadn’t realized that he was one of Nick’s conquests—he didn’t view sex as a battle to be won. He didn’t leave notches on his bed for each man he slept with. Alec would bet anything he owned that Nick did. Like he could prove something to somebody, or assuage something inside, if he fucked enough men. And now Nick had Alec within his sights, and that was exactly where he wanted to be.