Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Brody let out a yelp, turning his head to see the Fox leaning against the wall. What? How had he even gotten in here without him noticing?
“Cow. Bell,” he gritted out.
“Foxy!” Autumn said cheerfully, bouncing on his stomach.
He groaned. Not only was she adding to the pain coursing through his body, but every time she moved she managed to rub her ass against his dick.
Not. Cool.
“Bunny,” the Fox said. He walked over and crouched down next to them. Reaching out, he cupped Autumn’s chin, turning her face toward him. “What are you doing?”
“Brody-bear was being mean to me.”
Brody raised his eyebrows at the tone of her voice. And then her words hit him.
“Hey! I wasn’t being mean to you.”
“You were holding the bag above your head so I couldn’t get it.”
“Was he?” The Fox turned to him, eyebrows raised.
“Because she was trying to get into it. And it’s mine.”
“I just wanted to do your washing, Brody-bear,” Autumn told him.
“I don’t want you doing my laundry for me.”
Autumn sucked in a breath, then her shoulders curled in as she gazed down at his chest, blinking rapidly.
“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” The Fox stood, then lifted her off him.
Damn, he was strong. The Fox then held out his hand to him. Brody took it and he helped him onto his feet. He groaned. Shoot. He was going to be bruised tomorrow. Autumn was clinging onto the Fox, her legs around his waist, arms around his neck while she buried her face into his chest.
“Brody? Are you all right?”
He flushed at the Fox’s caring question. “Oh, ah, yep. Just hit the floor hard. And Tutu, I didn’t mean it like that. You know I blurt things out without thinking or fully explaining myself.” He rubbed her back and gave the Fox a worried look. The Fox nodded toward the sofa in the living room and Brody quickly put the cushions back on so he could sit with Autumn on his lap. Brody hovered worriedly.
“Bunny, why are you so upset that Brody doesn’t want you to do his laundry? I’d have thought that would be a good thing. He should do his own laundry.”
Crouching, Brody rubbed his hand up and down her back, trying to figure out what to say. “Tutu, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you doing my laundry because I don’t want you thinking that you have to do things for me. I mean . . . it’s nice when you do things for me, especially when you check my shoes for spiders, and make sure that I have a spare paper bag.”
The Fox raised his eyebrows.
MC-squared. He was making a mess of this. “You do so much for everyone else, Autumn. I just want you to know that sometimes it’s okay to let other people take care of you.”
When she didn’t say anything, he worried that he’d said the wrong thing. He glanced up at the Fox, who was looking thoughtful. But he winked down at Brody so he guessed he’d said the something right. Who knew . . . it wasn’t like the Fox was a good judge of what was right or wrong.
“Bunny? You got anything to say?” the Fox prodded.
She turned her head and glanced over at Brody. He sat on the sofa by the Fox so he could see her more easily. He let out a grunt of surprise as she threw herself into his arms. Then she curled herself into his lap and he let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t fucked up too bad.
“I did everything for Brad when I was with him,” she said quietly.
He stilled not wanting to do anything that might make her clam up again.
“I thought if I was useful, he would keep me, would care about me. But as soon as I was no use, he dumped me.”
“That fucking bastard,” the Fox growled. “I’m going to remove every one of his nails and then make him eat them.”
“Fox,” Brody warned.
But Autumn giggled. “Make him a toenail sandwich?”
“Yes.”
Brody got the feeling she didn’t believe him. But the Fox was being a hundred percent honest.
“You cannot do that,” Brody said firmly.
Fox gave him a haughty look. “Why not?”
“Because . . . he’s the deputy mayor!”
“So? That just makes it more of a challenge.”
“Wait. You were being serious?” Autumn asked. “Of course you were. I forgot. Daddy Foxy, you can’t do that to him.”
“Why not? You just said I couldn’t kill him. Not that I couldn’t torture and maim him.”
“No torturing or maiming,” she said. “Not unless it’s necessary.”
“Necessary?” Brody asked in a higher voice. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Why would that be necessary?”
Autumn shared a look with the Fox.
Out of the three of them, Brody was definitely the most innocent and naïve. She’d once been that way.