to pick up the car and drop it off at a different location. Then you’d drive to the location in some sort of disguise, get the car, drive to Marjorie’s building, and climb into her trunk before she comes to work.”
It’s not a perfect plan, but it will work until we can figure out something better. The reality is that Timber is not low profile, so no matter what we do, sneaking around is going to be complicated.
“Do you trust the people who work for you?” Timber asks.
“I don’t know.” A part of me has always assumed that some of them were being paid off by the Monroes to spy on me. In the past, it didn’t seem worth it to worry about it.
“Can you rearrange their schedules so there are a few days a week when no one is in the house but you and Marjorie?” he asks. He trusts my judgment about Marjorie. After being declared mentally incompetent by the courts, that’s nice.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“We’ll need burner phones. Have Marjorie arrange to meet with me about disbanding the contract, and she can give me the keys and the phone then. They may be following her as well, so make sure she’s careful when she buys the phones.”
Timber’s knot is soft now. He pulls out of me and gets up to retrieve our food. The plate of grilled cheese is still warm when he hands it to me.
A little bit of comfort to go with our plans.
“Do you have a filming schedule we should plan around?”
He gives me a sad smile. “Oh, baby boy. You didn’t think I’d do porn after committing myself to you, did you?”
“But it’s your job. Working isn’t cheating.” Like Davey said, porn is a performance. It’s nothing like the relationship Timber and I share. I don’t want him to feel like he has to change to be with me.
“It was my job. If I really wanted to continue performing, I’d tell you, but this feels like a good reason to stop. I’m ready.”
A part of me is sad at the idea of Timber not performing in porn anymore. That’s how I fell in love with him. But another part of me gets it. I couldn’t sleep with anyone else either. Not even as a performance.
“If you change your mind, I understand,” I say.
He bends over and kisses my forehead. “Thank you, baby boy. That means a lot to me.”
He sits next to me, and we make our plans. I get to look at his naked body while we plot and scheme. I notice him glancing at mine too, his eyes resting on the places where he’s marked my skin with his teeth. My ass is so sore I probably shouldn’t take him again. I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
But as soon as our food is gone, I already want him to fill me. I feel so empty.
Timber doesn’t seem to mind.
14
Andrew
We spend our remaining time together reading, making love, and eating room service. I wish it could last forever.
But it doesn’t.
Before long, we’re packing our things up and heading to the airport. Timber touches me every step of the way and holds my hand for the entire four-hour flight. I savor each and every second I have left with him. I don’t know how long it will take to set up our next meeting. It could be weeks.
I try not to think about it. The idea of not seeing Timber for weeks is too much for me to bear right now.
When we get to baggage claim, he kisses me one last time. The kiss is tender, but brief. We don’t know who is watching us, all we know is someone probably is. And they need to believe I’m never going to see Timber again.
“Keep your chin up, baby boy,” he says. Then he walks away without another word.
As I watch him leave, a familiar sadness settles into my heart.
The drive back home feels eternal. When my driver finally pulls up to the house, I scramble out of the car and sprint for the flight of stairs that leads to the roof. I take them two at a time, my lungs burning with exertion, until I get to the door that opens up to the night sky.
My dragon form is private. I’m only supposed to shift while I’m around family or in times of danger. So the richest dragon shifters have a landing pad on the top of their homes that allows