Page 78 of Pose for Me
With his head on my chest, Lane says, “I thought you were going to be in surgery all day. I planned to already be back by the time you found out I was gone, so you’d know I didn’t plan to leave for good.”
“Surgery was canceled. I came back to surprise you.”
“Sorry I ruined your surprise,” he sniffles.
I grunt as we break through the treeline. Only then do I set Lane on his feet. He hisses when he takes a step forward.
“Sit down,” I tell him, and he lowers himself to the ground. Kneeling in front of him, I lift one foot then the other so I can see the damage. He has several lacerations on the soles, some bleeding pretty badly. He also has a gash on his ankle, which I’m sure came from where he cut the ankle monitor off.
I tsk and put his feet back on the ground. Turning, I say, “Climb on. I’ll carry you home.”
He scrambles onto my back, and I grunt as I stand to my full height. Probably not the brightest idea to carry him but he can’t put weight on those feet without being in a lot of pain.
“Walking through the woods barefoot was a choice,” I mutter, slapping him on the ass awkwardly.
He huffs a laugh. “I thought it was smarter than walking up your driveway. Someone could have recognized me from the news and called the authorities. As a law enforcement officer, I know that if there is a report of a missing person, it’s easy to get a warrant to search the property. Imagine what would happen if that came to pass.”
I can’t argue with that logic. I would have been found out, arrested, and Lane would have been taken away from me.
When we get back to the house, I carry him straight upstairs to the bathroom. Lane winces when I set him down on the hard surface, and I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
His cheeks pinken as he says, “My ass hurts from how rough you were.”
Growling, I kiss him roughly, nipping at his lip hard enough to make him gasp.
Pulling away, I reach under the cabinet and pull out my first aid kit. I rinse the leaves, dirt and blood off his feet in the sink first, cleaning them with soap. Lane hisses and squirms but doesn’t try to pull away.
“You should have put on shoes,” I admonish.
Lane shrugs. “Maybe. I was more concerned with Brock not searching for me anymore.” He hooks a finger under my chin and turns my head to him. “We could have been free, Ry. If Brock stopped looking for me, we could have been a normal couple. Going out on dates, walking around in public. I could have shown the whole world my Daddy.” He smiles sadly at me. “Can we find another way?”
I nod, though I don’t think that will happen. If Lane leaves me, it’ll more than likely be in a body bag or my wrist clamped in handcuffs.
The smile he gives me is so beautiful that I consider an alternative. Lane being free and the both of us being out on a date, happy. It’s a pretty thought, but one that will never happen.
Turning away from his happiness before it rubs off on me, making me do something foolish, I go back to cleaning his feet, scrubbing an alcohol pad over the wounds to disinfect them.
When that’s done, I help Lane out of his pants—which are sticky with both of our cum—and his filthy shirt, shoving him into the shower. While he stands under the warm spray, I strip off my clothes and join him.
I wash Lane thoroughly, making sure to clean what’s leaking from his hole and the dirt and grime still clinging to his body.
Once he’s clean, I help Lane from the shower and move him back to the bathroom counter, where I bandage his feet. “You’ll have to stay in bed today. And I’ll have to put on a new ankle monitor. Luckily, I ordered two.”
Lane doesn’t seem to care about the ankle monitor but isn’t thrilled about having to stay in bed. “But Daddy, I can walk. I just have to be careful.”
“You can walk tomorrow. Let the cuts scab over. Until then, you’re in bed,” I tell him sternly. “And if you argue with me about it, I’ll spank your ass red. And you won’t like it this time.”
He grumbles but says, “Yes, Daddy.” I kiss his forehead, then go back to wrapping his feet.
Once I’m done, I carry him bridal-style into the room and lay him on the bed. I sit beside him and push his hair from his face. “I’ll grab you something to eat, and we can hang out here all day. Okay?”
Lane’s eyes droop, but he nods.
I search his gaze and pick up on the tiredness. “You didn’t sleep at all last night, did you?”
“No,” he murmurs sheepishly. “I was trying to think up a plan. I was going to nap when I got back before I cooked dinner.”
I huff and shake my head. “You’re a handful, you know that?” He grins sleepily at me. “Come on, let me tuck you in. I’ll hold you while you fall asleep.”
