Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Nah, of course he did. People would kill for a hug this good.
Brody gradually relaxed against him. He rubbed his hand up and down the smaller man’s back.
“I wasn’t expecting this.”
Ahh. So that’s why he was so tense? Because he’d thought he’d go for one of the other options? The old Fox likely would have. But he was a changed man.
Ha-ha not really. But when it came to them, he’d learned that he liked putting them first. Their needs and wants. They were what was important to him.
So he held his Pup until he slumped against him.
“You’re tired, my boy.”
“I’ll be all right until bedtime. I’m a big boy.”
“Not right now. At the moment, you’re my baby boy. And you’re going to be good for Papa and climb into bed to have a nap. When you wake up, we’ll spend the rest of the day playing and watching movies. Okay?”
“Okay, Papa. I’ve got some Legos to build. Tutu wants a princess tower for her dolls.”
“We can do that. We’ll make the best princess tower that the world has ever seen. Now, you sit on the bed while I get your Spiderman pajamas.” He walked over and grabbed them from the wardrobe.
Brody stood when he got close, reaching for them. “I can do it, Papa.”
“No. You can’t. Now, I believe I told you to sit.”
Pup grimaced. “But it hurts.”
“That’s the point of a spanking,” he replied mildly. “Sit.”
Brody sat with a sigh that let the Fox know he was very put out.
Tough.
The Fox stripped off his Pup’s T-shirt before grabbing his pajamas. Crouching, he put the pajama bottoms over his feet, then tugged them up over his knees. Then he moved back slightly to give the other man some room. “Stand up, Pup.”
Brody stood, and his dick was right in the Fox’s face. Well, he was never one to turn down an opportunity like that. Opening his mouth, he took the Pup’s dick inside his mouth in one long movement.
Brody let out a low moan. “Sir.”
He slid his mouth back along his shaft, then licked the head before drawing back and returning to his previous task.
A whimper escaped his Pup as he drew the pajama bottoms up, then stood.
“Sir, please.”
“Uh-uh. You don’t get to come. But if you’re a good boy and have your nap, then I might wake you up with my mouth on your cock.”
“It’s a deal.”
Yeah, he thought he would say that.
6
Fox, Autumn, and Brody
It was Thanksgiving.
The Fox had never celebrated Thanksgiving before. He had never really understood it. What had there been to be thankful for?
Well, he guessed he should be thankful to be so good at his chosen career. His ability to kill and not get caught was legendary.
But he was always thankful for that.
“Here we go,” Brody muttered.
They were all standing at the bottom of the footpath, looking at the small house. It was older but looked after well. Still, the Fox wasn’t sure he approved of this neighborhood. Perhaps Brody could talk his mother into a house in a better area.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” his Pup asked. “Once you go in, there’s no getting out. You’re part of them, and they’ll never let you go.”
His Bunny glanced around him to stare at Brody. “They’re not a cult, Brody-bear.”
“Are you so sure?” Brody asked. “Because I’m not.”
He didn’t like how stressed his Pup was. “If you don’t want to go, then we won’t. We’ll walk away and never return.”
His Pup gaped up at him. “We can’t do that.”
Huh? He was confused. Didn’t he just tell them to walk away?
“You’re stressed, and I don’t like it,” he stated.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to leave. They’re family. Plus, they’ll have seen us by now. They’ll chase us down like a screaming pack of hyenas and rip the flesh from our bones.”
He stiffened. What the fuck?
“Uh, Brody-bear?” Autumn said.
“Yeah?”
“You might want to tone it down a bit before we lose Daddy and get the Fox.”
What did that mean? He was always the Fox.
Brody peered up at him, his eyes widening at whatever he saw. “But this will be fun. It will be great. They’re lovely people. You’ll adore them.” He fiddled nervously with his glasses.
“I am confused.”
“Brody’s just worried about us making a good impression on his family,” Bunny explained, running her hand up and down his arm soothingly. “He’s nervous.”
“Why would he be nervous about that?” he asked. “Of course we’ll make a good impression. Are you saying that Bunny will do something to embarrass you?”
“What? No! Of course not!” Brody said, looking horrified.
“Well, I know you aren’t thinking that about me.”
“I’m not . . . I’m not worried about you guys embarrassing me. It’s the opposite.”
“About you embarrassing us?” the Fox asked. “You could never do that, my Pup.”
“No. It’s them . . . you have no idea what they’re like.”