Chapter 20

Nick’s skin throbbed against Alec’s tongue, the blood rushing to the surface. He was going to have a hell of a hickey in the morning. Alec liked the thought of that more than he probably should. But his behavior on the island was well known at this point, and up until now, his skin had been completely flawless. No hickeys, no love bites, no scratches from desperate fingers trying to grip slick skin. But chances were good that for the rest of the week, he’d be wearing the reminder of that night—and everything they did and didn’t do.