Page 62 of Pose for Me
I smile at him. “I’ll reimburse you.”
Jacob’s smile slowly fades, and he says, “You’re doing the right thing, avenging him. That’s not what a normal person would do, but we’re not normal. It’s how we show our love.”
“I don’t love him, Jacob. I’m obsessed with him, like you said. It’s not that deep.”
He smirks but doesn’t say anything further on the subject. “Do you want him to know about you avenging him?”
“No. He said they tossed him out before his high school graduation and he hasn’t heard from them since, so I’m sure he’ll never know they’re dead. I plan to make it look like a robbery gone wrong. No one but you and I will know.”
“No one that will live long enough to tell, you mean.”
We look at each other for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.
I really do love my brother. It’s different from what I feel for Lane. Lane is mine, I want to be with him every waking moment, for him to depend on only me, to want me as much as I want him. That’s not love. That’s possessiveness.
I open my mouth to ask Jacob how he knew he loved Alayna, but before I can, there’s a knock at his door.
“Come in,” Jacob says.
His receptionist steps inside and says, “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt, but your wife is on line two. I told her?—”
“It’s all good,” I say, getting to my feet. “I’ll see you soon, Jacob.” I give my brother a hug, and he pats my back.
“Be safe on your trip.”
“I always am.”
Just as I stop out of his office, I get a flash of a sketch in my mind, and I smile to myself. I’ll have to make a pit stop to gather some supplies before I go home, then I’ll draw Lane exactly how I saw him.
“Pose for me,”I say to Lane after I’ve greet him. It’s nice coming home to someone. Someone that asks how my day is and actually wants to know. Someone that is happy to see me. Every day I get home, Lane’s eyes light up, and his face radiates pure happiness.
A light, unfamiliar feeling fills my chest when I lay eyes on him. I like having him here, in my space, in my clothes.
Lane grins and nods. “Okay. In this?” He motions at the clothes he has on, a pair of my scrubs and a tank top that’s too big on him. He’s gaining weight but not as much as I’d like. He said his stomach fills up quickly and if he tries to stuff himself, he gets sick. I don’t complain, but I don’t like that his ribs are still so prominent.
Shaking my head, I pull the bag from behind my back. “No, in this.”
He peers at the bag suspiciously but doesn’t ask questions. He takes it and pulls the items out, grinning shyly. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.”
“I saw a sketch with you in these.” I tap the bralette and thong that he has in his hands. “This thin strip of fabric nestledbetween your nice ass. Your pecs pressing against the seam of the bra. You’d look really fucking good with them on, baby boy.”
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes wide.
I nod and drop to my knees in front of him to remove the cuff from his ankle. When it’s gone, I take his pants and underwear off, then take the thong from his hands. Pulling him to his feet, I have him step into the underwear and slide them up his thighs. His dick lengthens, but the underwear keeps him encased.
Lane runs his hands over the material and shivers. “I…I like how they feel. I’m surprised I don’t mind a piece of material up my ass like this, though.” I chuckle, but it’s abruptly cut off when Lane turns his back, and I get a full view of his ass in those pretty panties.
Swallowing thickly, I rearrange myself in my pants and stand to my full height. I run my hand down the curve of his ass, feeling the softness of his flesh against my palm. “You look good like this.”
“Can you buy me more, Daddy?”
“As many as you want, baby boy.”
He bites his lower lip and drags his shirt off. Quickly, he slides the bralette over his head, arranging it until it rests how he wants it.
I turn him around and step back, needing to see his entire body. Even though he’s thinner, he’s still plenty fit, his hard thighs and toned calves a sharp contrast to the delicate, pretty panties and bralette, his pecs beautifully defined in the cups of the lacy material.
I blow out a long breath. “Fuck, boy. I don’t have words for how fucking sexy you look.” Lane’s cheeks pinken, and he drops his head, but not before I see the wide smile that spreads across his face.
