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)
“Maybe there’s a way for you to both get what you need,” Brody suggested.
She looked at him in puzzlement.
“Tutu, what do you like to do when you get anxious? What helps you relax? And would help the Fox feel close to you?”
Ohhh.
She glanced up at the Fox. “Only if you want to.”
The Fox frowned. “Want to do what?”
“Let me suck on you . . . on your cock,” she said the last part in a whisper.
“Suck my cock? For comfort? To help you?” the Fox asked.
“And maybe help you,” Brody said.
“I’ll get hard.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “You can get hard and come. I just like to suck on you. If you’re comfortable with that.”
“Yeah, I am.” He set her between them on the bed, then reached down to strip off his boxers and pajama pants. He even took off his top.
She took a moment to study him. She’d seen him naked, but there had been so much going on that she hadn’t really taken him in.
And he was gorgeous.
“Like what you see?” the Fox asked, gesturing to his naked body.
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“Of course, you do,” he said proudly. “I’m sexy as fuck.”
Brody groaned. “You’re not supposed to declare that you’re sexy as fuck.”
“What? Why not? My body is magnificent, is it not?”
“It really is,” she breathed.
Brody shot her a look. “Don’t encourage him. He’s already arrogant enough.”
But she loved his arrogance. His self-confidence. He lay on his side. “Is this all right?”
Nodding, she slid down. “You can pull the covers up, turn the lights off and go to sleep if you want.”
The Fox raised one eyebrow. “Somehow, I don’t think I’ll sleep with your mouth around my dick.”
She wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and drew him into her mouth.
They’d see about that.
35
The Fox walked into the playroom.
He’d been gone all day and he felt exhausted. His eyebrows rose as he saw his girl spinning on the hoverboard.
“Tutu, stop! You’re going to make yourself sick,” Brody told her.
“I don’t think I can!” she cried out.
Walking forward quickly, the Fox grabbed her, drawing her close to him. Being away from her today had been awful. All he could think about was what she’d told him.
He was still shocked that he’d fallen asleep last night with her mouth around his dick. He’d never thought that would happen.
He lifted her into his arms. She stared up at him, her face slightly green.
“I’m gonna be sick.”
Turning, he raced into the bathroom, getting her over the toilet as she started retching. Only a tiny bit of food came up and he frowned in concern. She dry-retched for a bit longer before leaning back, breathing heavily. Brody appeared with a glass of water and a cool face cloth.
“Sorry. Too much spinning,” she said after taking a few sips.
“No more hoverboard for you,” he told her.
“But, Daddy, I’ve nearly got the hang of it.”
“No, you haven’t,” Brody said.
She pouted. “No fair.”
The Fox placed his hand over her forehead. She didn’t feel hot. And there was some color returning to her face.
“I’m okay, Daddy. It was just the spinning.”
“Why didn’t you throw anything up?” He picked her up and carried her out into the playroom.
“Huh?”
“Nothing came up.”
“Oh, um, I . . .”
“Did you eat breakfast?” He moved into her nursery, aware of Brody following. She was wearing one of her horrid sweatsuits, and he wasn’t having it.
“I, well . . . I wasn’t hungry. I had two protein drinks, though. Brody insisted.”
“Good Pup.”
“I tried to get her to eat some real food.”
The Fox kissed Brody’s forehead as he walked past. His protective instincts were riding him hard. And it was a war inside him. Staying with his two babies or doing what he could to find Mr. A before he really tried to push him to kill Dahlia.
Time was ticking.
The Fox laid out the outfit he’d chosen for her. A tiered skirt in rainbow colors along with a T-shirt with puffed sleeves that declared she was A Foxy Princess.
A pair of panties with ruffles at the back completed the outfit. He hadn’t put these panties on her yet. He’d see how comfortable she was with him doing this. Although he was about to bare her ass to spank her. So he’d soon be well acquainted with that part of her.
“Daddy? I’m already dressed.”
“I don’t like what you have on.” He cupped her chin. “You don’t need to hide anything from us. Or anyone else. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Fox,” Brody warned. Their boy was always worried about him pushing her too hard. But sometimes, she needed a push.
He shot the other man a look. “I’m in charge right now.”
“When aren’t you in charge?” Brody threw his hands up. Maybe his Pup needed a bit of attention too.
“You giving me attitude, Pup?”
Brody swallowed heavily. “No, Papa.”