Expensive - Amy Bellows Page 0,12
warm water that rushes at our feet with every swell of the tide. Timber listens to me patiently and asks lots of questions about the books I love.
If I believed in heaven—I’m not sure I do—I imagine it would be something like this. A beautiful man walking by my side in the sunshine. I wish Timber would let me pay him more for this weekend because it’s worth well over a million dollars to me.
As the sun sets in the distance, Timber wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close, whispering, “I’ve been waiting to be inside you all day. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
It sounds so genuine. It would be easy to pretend we’ve simply gone on vacation together as a couple, and after spending a day on the beach, we’re both eager to ravish each other.
And why shouldn’t I pretend? There are plenty of boyfriend porn videos, aren’t there? Other people enjoy that fantasy too. Why should I deny myself?
But I know the answer to that question. Timber and I never agreed to a boyfriend scene. Which means I shouldn’t allow my mind to stray in that direction.
He holds me close to him as we grab my bag and head back through the hotel lobby. His body is sweaty and warm, which is nice once we’re within the air-conditioned halls of the hotel. Timber guides me into the elevator and pushes the button for the roof.
“The roof is for events and stuff. You have to reserve it,” I tell him.
“I know. But a sign by the concierge desk said it’s under construction.”
A sweet thrill shoots through me. “Are we going to… Does that mean…”
Timber slides his hand down to cup my ass. “Yes. I’m going to fuck you on the roof.”
My mouth goes dry.
“I’m assuming you have condoms in that big bag of yours?” he teases.
I nod. Just in case.
His fingers push into my crack through the fabric of my swim trunks. “My sweet baby boy, always so prepared.”
His. I close my eyes. If he says something like that, is it wrong to imagine how good it would feel if it were true?
“Are you going to let me be your first?” He nips at my ear, and I shiver. “Let me sink my big, hard cock inside your virgin hole?”
I blink back the tears. He says the word “virgin” like he really believes it. Like, for him, what happened with my intended mate doesn’t count. I want that to be true more than he’ll ever know. Real sex has to be different than what I had to do when I was eighteen. I just know it.
The elevator dings, and the door opens. The roof has caution tape everywhere, and the beginnings of what looks like a water fountain at the center. There’s no one working on it at the moment, but there are tools spread all around like they might be coming back.
Timber slips his hand underneath my swim trunks and pushes me forward. “C’mon. Let’s go.” He steers me away from the water fountain construction, to the balcony on the other side. We step over boxes of tile and around a tile saw to get to the balcony’s edge. The view here is even better than in the suite. The water appears almost purple as the sun sets in the distance, and deep pinks stretch across the sky.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says.
“Yes.”
He sets my bag down on the ground and steps behind me like he did when I was standing naked in front of the window. “It’s not as beautiful as you,” he says while his fingers pull at my swim trunks and they drop to my ankles. He grabs both of my ass cheeks. “So perfect.”
I’ve never felt more alive. Every inch of me is exposed in the warm air, and Timber’s caressing my body as if he hasn’t been with hundreds of omegas who were more attractive than me.
“Bend over, baby boy.” His voice is gruff, throaty, full of lust.
I do as he says, resting my forearms on the lip of the balcony and pushing my ass out. Suddenly, I feel the heat of his wet mouth and the sharp edge of his teeth. He bites down on my ass. Hard. My heart races. Biting is something alpha red wolf shifters do with their mates. Or so I’ve read. I’ve never seen Timber bite anyone in his videos. A bite is supposed to be intimate. A claim.
I choke out a “yes” when