Page 74 of Pose for Me
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, and his breath hitches.
I’m still in this, wanting to stay and be with him, even if that means I’ll never step foot off this property again. I need Ryell. I can’t live without him. But I have people out there that love me. Not my mom and dad, since they never loved me and cut me off at seventeen. But the people I chose. ThepersonI chose to be my brother. My partner.
I need to find a way to get him a message that I’m alive. That he doesn’t have to worry about me anymore. But how?
Ryell catches my attention when he clasps my chin and pulls me closer to him. I go to him easily, accepting the kiss that he plants on my lips. I place my hands on his biceps, falling into the kiss as easily as I always do.
Only Ryell can give me this peace when I’m with him. Only he can make me feel like I’m not broken, and if I am, he’ll put me back together. Hell, he’s already put me back together once, so I’m sure he can do it again.
When he pulls back, he searches my face. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but he must find it because he sighs and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, the affection he usually aims my way is back, and it sends flutters through my belly.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod and smile at him. I hope it’s believable, as my mind is still reeling. “Yeah, I’m good. Are you done?” I ask, pointing to the sketch pad.
His eyes ping-pong back and forth between mine, and he nods. “I’m done.”
“Can I see?”
Ryell flips the sketch pad around, and I smile at how he’s captured me. My eyes are closed, my eyelashes fanned across my cheekbones, and my cheeks are hollowed as I suckle at his semierect cock. He even added his hand in my hair, though it wasn’t there when he was sketching.
I trace my finger over the sketch, falling in love with it like I do all the others. “It’s perfect. Can I keep this one?”
I’ve asked Ryell for almost every one of the pictures he’s drawn of me, but he always tells me no, that they’re for his personal collection.
But this time, he gives me an almost sad smile and nods. “Yeah, baby boy. It’s yours.”
Grinning I launch myself at him, kissing him deeply.
But my mind is still on Brock.
In fact, I don’t stop thinking about Brock for the rest of the evening. Not when we eat dinner, not when Ryell washes me in the shower, and not when I’m curled up beside him, my head on his chest.
As he sleeps deeply, breathing slowly and evenly, I’m wide awake, my mind racing. How can I tell Brock I’m okay without him coming to look for me? I can’t mention Ryell. Over my dead body will Ryell be cuffed and sentenced to life in prison or worse, the death penalty. I know I should hope for nothingbuthis incarceration so he can pay for his crimes, but I can’t live my life without him.
At that moment, it clicks that if I gain my freedom, if Ryell still wants to keep me, I can’t continue to be an FBI agent. There would be too much risk to him and too much at stake. I would gladly give it all up for him.
Figuring that out is fine and well, but it doesn’t help me in planning to get a message to Brock.
If I just leave it somewhere, he’ll think it’s some kind of hoax, that someone is playing games to give him false hope. If I get away and see him, he’ll find a way to take me in, and Ryell will think I sold him out and kill me and everyone I love.
But what’s the alternative? As much as I love Ryell, I love Brock too. A brotherly love but still love. I don’t like being responsible for his pain and suffering.
All I have to do is give Brock word that I’m okay.
Easier said than done. Mainly because of the ankle monitor, but also because I don’t know where Ryell put my phone, so I can’t call Brock.
I have my clothes from the last night I was seen, though. Ryell has them hanging in his closet. Maybe if I…I don’t know…wrap a letter in my tie, Brock will get it, and he’ll know I’m okay. He’s seen my handwriting enough to recognize it.
I’ll write that I’m not under duress, that I’m okay, but I have to disappear and won’t be coming back. That should be enough.
Right?
Fuck it, it’s the only plan I have.
Ryell’s alarm goes off as I iron out my plan, and I smile as I peer up at him. I have a way for us to be together, with no one looking for me. I’ll probably have to wait a few months before we can go out in public, but we can have dates. Maybe late at night, way out of town, but we can be together like a normal couple.
I kiss Ryell all over his face to wake him up. He grunts but chuckles and grabs me around my waist, pulling me to straddle him. His large hands land on my hips, and he smiles sleepily at me. “How did you sleep?” he asks.
