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)
“I think that’s the perfect idea. She needs you. So, tell her you’re moving in.”
“I can’t just tell her I’m moving in. It doesn’t work like that.”
“It should.”
Brody glared at him, which he didn’t appreciate.
“Secondly, she needs both of us,” Brody said. “Not just me. There are things you can do for her that I can’t. She needs her Daddy.”
She did. She needed him. “And you, Pup? Do you need me?” He held out his hand to the other man.
“Yes, I need you too.” Brody grabbed hold of his hand.
The Fox drew him up against him. “Good.” Because they were pretty much all he thought about. They were a distraction. But one he wanted.
“Soon, I hope to be with you both more. But things are very busy now. I came here to tell you that I want you to put cameras in her house so you can watch her when I can’t.”
“What? No!”
“Why not? Move in with her, and put cameras in for when you’re at work. Or work from home.”
“I can’t do that.”
The Fox spun them, pressing Brody back against the wall. He could feel Brody growing hard. Could see his arousal in his eyes, in the way that his breath had quickened.
The other man wanted him.
So why couldn’t he give him what he wanted?
It was simple, really.
Spy on their girl. Keep her safe. He knew that Brody wasn’t good at the physical side of things. But he didn’t have to be. The Fox had that shit covered. He’d protect them both. However, things were getting hectic and he wanted eyes on their girl constantly.
This was the perfect solution.
Only Brody was being stubborn.
“Yes,” he countered, slowly pulling off the other man’s T-shirt. “I want her protected. At all times.”
“You’ve never asked me to do this before.” Brody eyed him.
“Things change.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s changed?” Brody asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t have you in danger either.”
Brody closed his eyes. “You can be such a demanding jerk, then you turn around and say the nicest things.”
He’d said something nice? When?
“Then you’ll do it?”
“No!”
“Well, why not?” he asked, disgruntled. Leaning in, he licked Brody’s nipple. His Pup wasn’t built as broad or muscular as he was, but he was still toned. And the Fox liked their differences.
“Because it’s an invasion of her privacy.”
“I have cameras on her.”
“Sir,” he groaned. “Don’t tell me that.”
“I thought you knew.”
“I had an idea, but I didn’t know for sure. Now, you’ve put me in a hard place.”
“Something else is hard.” Fox cupped the other man’s dick through his sweatpants.
Gray sweatpants.
Who the hell knew they could be so darn sexy?
Not him.
But his girl seemed to like them. Or at least those books she sometimes liked to read talked about how sexy a guy in gray sweatpants was.
Seems those books were right.
Of course, the majority of her stories were about reverse harems. That wasn’t happening. She had to be happy with a ménage.
“You have to do what I say. I’m the Dom. I’m your Sir. Your Papa.”
“That’s not how it works,” Brody groaned as the Fox reached under the elastic waistband of his sweatpants to wrap his hand around his dick.
The man had a fucking amazing dick.
Brody was the first guy he’d been attracted to. Then again, he’d never been that interested in anyone until meeting his Bunny and Pup.
“It’s not?” he murmured between laying kisses on the other man’s chest.
“Noo,” Brody groaned, breathing heavily as the Fox continued to jack him off. “You can’t expect me to do everything you tell me to do. I get a say.”
“Huh.” He paused, and Brody let out a disappointed grunt.
The Fox ran his thumb over the head of the other man’s dick. “Seems I need to do some more reading. Or I could kidnap another Daddy Dom. Have him teach me.”
Brody cupped his face between his hands, surprising him. “Sir, you can’t kidnap anyone.”
“Why not?”
“Because . . . you can’t . . . you promised to try not to do crazy shit, remember? Like killing anyone who insults us.”
“I still think that should be allowed. And I still have my job to do.”
“But this isn’t part of your job. This is our lives.”
“Our lives, huh? I like that.”
“Me too,” Brody whispered. “Lord help me.”
“You shouldn’t pray to him,” Fox replied. “You’ll get more help from the Devil when it comes to me.”
“Don’t say that,” Brody said. “You’re not evil or irredeemable.”
The Fox ran his thumb over the other man’s plump, full lips. Seriously. How the fuck was a mouth this perfect?
“You’re too fucking innocent and sweet for me. But you’ll just have to deal with the lot life gave you because I’ll never let you go. I don’t care if it’s selfish. You and my Bunny, you’re what I want. And what I want, I take.”
“I know. I see you, Sir.”