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)
No longer.
She thought she saw a glint of sadness in the Fox’s eyes. Reaching up, she patted his cheek. “Don’t be sad for me, Daddy Foxy.”
Hmm. When had her Little decided to make an appearance? When the Fox turned up or a bit earlier . . . when she’d been demanding Brody take his clothes off?
Whoops. Not that she was unhappy about that when the result was him sitting around in his boxers which had chemical signs written all over them and his plain socks with holes in them. She sighed. Why didn’t he throw them out?
“Where are your pizza socks?”
“Oh, uh, in my duffel bag.”
“You should have them on,” the Fox told him. “Those socks have holes in them.”
Brody shrugged. “They do the job. Why would you need to maim and torture Brad?”
“I don’t know, much for the same reason that you felt the need to give him a computer virus and turn the IRS onto him,” the Fox replied.
What?
She turned to Brody. “You did that? I thought it was the Fox.”
“Not me,” the Fox said. “I generally like to be a bit more direct.”
“How direct?”
He grinned. “Well, I might have broken into his place. And you know, if he’s going to run through the park at night, then he’s asking to get mugged.”
Brody groaned. “Please tell me that you didn’t mug the deputy mayor.”
Oh, shit.
“What if you get caught? What if someone saw you?” she asked.
The Fox narrowed his gaze at her. Uh-oh.
“Are you doubting me, baby girl?”
“Who? Me? Nope.” She shook her head, making it pound. Ouch. Hopefully no one noticed.
“You best not doubt me,” the Fox said silkily. “Or I’ll have to spank your ass.”
Nooo!
“You can’t spank me for being worried about you! Can he, Brody-bear?”
“That doesn’t seem an acceptable reason for you to spank her, Fox,” Brody said.
“What do you call me?” the Fox asked in a low voice.
Uh-oh.
“Um, Papa. Sir. Sir Papa.”
“Sir Papa, I do like that. But just one of those will suffice.” The Fox turned that dark gaze back to her. Suddenly, she realized that he looked slightly different than he had the other day when he’d played floor monster with them. Yet to her, he always seemed the same.
Odd.
“And I’m not threatening to spank you because you’re worried about me, but because you doubted me.”
She shook her head. “I’d never doubt you. I know you can do anything, you’re my hero. I just . . . I couldn’t live without either of you. Please don’t let anything happen to either of you.” She managed to get her arms around each of their necks, clinging to them like the limpet she was.
“Hey, nothing will happen to us. Will it, Sir?” Brody asked.
“Course not.” The Fox drew her back into his lap then cupped her face between his hands. “Nothing will happen to any of us. Not to me, not to Brody, and not to you. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He brushed her hair back off her face. “You do not need to do things for us in order to secure our feelings for you or to prove your worth. Understand? Your worth is immeasurable. It is worth more than all the gold in a dragon’s lair. Got me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. Then she turned to Brody. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“For basically stripping you, then tackling you to the floor. Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” Brody told her. “And no apologies needed.”
“Perhaps we better do an inspection,” the Fox drawled. “Make sure he’s not lying to us and isn’t hurt somewhere.”
She had to hide a smile as Brody stared at the Fox with a mix of worry and excitement. Oh, he liked that idea. She studied his dick which was pressing against his boxers. She’d loved sucking him off last week. The other night in bed, he’d let her suck on him as well. It made her feel so relaxed and safe. She didn’t understand why, but she wasn’t going to question it.
And Brody was always so careful about making certain he didn’t scare her.
“Daddy, I think you’re right. He could have bruises that we can’t see.”
Brody gave her a wide-eyed look. “I’m only in my underwear! What else is there to look at?”
“Quite a lot from what I can see,” she told him. “Hubba-hubba.”
Oh, good Lord. Did she just say that?
She buried her face into the Fox’s chest to hide her red cheeks as the Fox let out a bark of laughter. “Hubba-hubba? Do I get one of those too? You know, I feel slighted. You’ve never pulled my clothes off like you did to Brody.”
“I wanted to remove the stains on them! I wasn’t stripping him so I could ogle him.” She glanced at Brody. “That was just an added bonus.”
Two red spots appeared on his cheeks. “I’m just gonna go get changed.”
“Not yet, Pup,” the Fox said in a deep voice. “I’ve got something to talk to you about.”