Page 40 of Pose for Me
I think back to Lane, asking me if I could feel anything for anyone. I said my brother, but I include Alayna in that as well. I love my sister-in-law. She’s the opposite of me and Jacob; she actually has a kind heart and cares about those around her. She’s good for Jacob, helping him fit in as a normal person.
Thinking of any conversation I had with Lane has my hackles up. Though I’m still pissed at his question, I’m curious to see what he’s doing.
When I checked the app yesterday after he woke from his latest drugging, he cried and begged for me to come back. The tears running down his face made my cock swell in my pants, but I stayed away from him. Though I did stroke myself off at his misery. He refused to eat his food, babbling about how I broke my promise. I watched him long enough to get my nut, then I clicked the feed off.
What is he doing now? Has he eaten? Did he throw the food across the cell like he did yesterday? Do I have to fucking force-feed him so he doesn’t lose any more weight?
Lane has been sufficiently punished for this thoughtless question by now. When I get home tonight, I’ll make sure he eats, and I’ll give him another bath.
My sister-in-law bumps me, pulling me out of my Lane-induced thoughts. “I’m kidding,” she says seriously. “This is all Jacob’s fault. He wanted you to come and offered your services to Helen.”
“He’s an asshole.”
She laughs, then sips her champagne. “He is, but I still love him.”
“Who do you love?” Jacob asks when he comes over, giving Alayna a kiss on the cheek.
“Only you,” she says and pecks him on the lips. A pang lights up my chest as I look at their open display of affection. I don’twant that, not like they have, but I want someone that’s obsessed with me. Someone that looks at me and only seesme.
Is Lane that someone?
Holding back a scoff, I shake my head and turn away from my brother and his wife. Lane is my current obsession, nothing more. When I’ve had my fun, I’ll get rid of him and move on to the next.
Alayna finishes her champagne and puts the glass on the bar. “I’m going to the ladies’ room. You two behave.” She smiles at us both and walks away.
“Do you really love her?” I ask Jacob, studying his face.
His answer is quick. “Yes.” He chuckles in bemusement. “Surprised me too. Didn’t think I’d ever find a woman like her.” He narrows his eyes at me. “You love your FBI agent?”
I scoff. “Hardly.” Dropping my voice, I say, “He’s in his cell crashing the fuck out right now. Look.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and open the camera app. Before I can show it to Jacob, he presses my phone to my chest.
I flick up an eyebrow, but he inclines his head to some double doors. “Let’s step outside. Don’t want anyone to hear or see anything they shouldn’t.”
Again, my blood fucking boils. Lane has my head so fucked up that I already said too much with too many people around.
After we order another drink, Jacob and I walk outside. When I’m sure no one is around, I reopen the app and show it to Jacob. As I assumed, Lane is tossing the food I left him out of his cell, tears running down his cheeks as he shouts something. I keep the speaker turned off just in case someone comes out here and overhears.
Jacob laughs but then clucks his tongue. “He’s smaller than he was when I saw him on the news. What did you do to him?”
I’m not sure why, but that question puts a foul taste in my mouth. “He’s only been eating one meal a day.”
“You’ve only beenfeedinghim one meal a day, you mean?” Jacob laughs again. “You forget I know how you think, little brother.” His smile slides from his face and seriousness enters his gaze. “Be careful with him, Ry. If he gets away?—”
“He won’t. I’ll kill him before he does.”
Jacob nods. “I take it you don’t like Helen, then?”
I give him a deadpan look. “No. She keeps draping herself over me like a shawl. Makes my skin crawl.”
I don’t mind touch, but I don’t likeherhands on me. She’s too…soft, her perfume too strong, her touch too…underwhelming.
Lane didn’t touch me like that. He was more tentative but reverent. Like it was his pleasure to put his hands on me. He was hard and strong, no give to his toned body.
Glancing over at my brother, I figure he can help me figure out why I haven’t gotten the urge to kill anyone. The only sketch ideas that have come to mind are of Lane, very much alive, gazing at me with lust-drunk eyes.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I sigh and say, “I haven’t caught a body since I took him.”
