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)
“My babies,” the Fox said with a sigh. He kissed the top of her head. “My baby girl.” Then he leaned over and kissed Brody’s lips lightly. “My baby boy.”
Brody blushed and it made her giggle.
“I’m not a baby.”
“Someone is protesting too much,” the Fox said to her.
She nodded, agreeing. Brody liked to pretend he didn’t like the Fox calling him that, but he did.
The Fox sighed and leaned his cheek on the top of her head. “I apologize for losing it like that and not doing this right away.”
“It’s okay,” she told him. “I know you need to process things your own way.”
“And unfortunately, my way of processing is killing someone. Or, apparently, digging up a skeleton and bashing it into little bits.”
“Isn’t he buried in a cemetery somewhere? Or was he cremated?” Brody asked. “I don’t remember ever hearing.”
She’d rather not know.
“Oh, I know where he’s buried,” the Fox replied. “His family paid for some plot in a cemetery in the middle of nowhere. He doesn’t even have a headstone.”
She didn’t know why that would be. Maybe because his family was ashamed of what he’d done?
“Now, we need to go get you some dinner, little one,” he said to her. “Your stomach was making a lot of noise.”
“It’s not because I’ve been eating beans,” she blurted out.
Brody leaned back, laughing.
“What?” Fox asked.
“Never mind,” she replied, lightly kicking Brody to get him to be quiet. “Sure, let’s go eat dinner. Brody can cook.”
The Fox settled his girl on his lap at the kitchen island while Brody cooked. Which actually meant he stuck some frozen pizza in the oven. The Fox should probably make them something healthy.
But that would involve letting Autumn go, and he couldn’t do that.
Not right now.
He nuzzled against her neck. He wasn’t convinced he could let her out of his sight tonight. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known what that asshole had done to her . . . he had. But hearing her talk about it made it all so real. The reminder of what that bastard had done to her . . . and the knowledge that she’d never experienced anything but pain and abuse. That she’d never experienced real pleasure. That he was still messing with her mind now.
It made him fucking furious.
Brody cleared his throat as he looked over at them. He came to lean across the other side of the counter. Reaching out, he held out a hand for their girl to take. She slid her hand into his. Brody wasn’t a big guy, but her hand looked tiny in his.
So small. So fragile.
He should be more careful with her.
Treat her like the princess she was.
“I want to be normal,” she said suddenly. “I don’t want the two of you to tiptoe around me and my issues.”
He growled. “Nothing about you is an issue or a problem or a bother or whatever else is going on in your head. And normal? You’re in the wrong relationship if you want normal.” He winked to soften his words.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise. Then she smiled. “Never thought about that, but I guess you’re right.”
“Course I am. I’m always right.”
“Except for when you want to go digging up corpses to torture them,” Brody pointed out.
Well, he didn’t consider himself in the wrong about that. Just poor timing.
“But I do want to be intimate with you both.”
“At the same time?” the Fox asked. Now, that was a good thought.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Hopefully. Watching you together was so hot.”
“Did it make you wet?”
“Fox! Inappropriate,” Brody chided.
“No,” she said. “Please. I just told you not to tiptoe around me. I loved watching the two of you. I want more of that. And I want to be able to join in. That was so much fun when I got to fingerfuck your ass.”
Brody groaned. “Jesus.” He adjusted himself.
“I feel like I should say I want to go slow. But at the same time I feel like the last thing I want is to keep waiting.”
“Oh, but I’m very good at taking it slow,” he replied.
“She’s not talking about you edging her, Fox,” Brody told him. “That’s just torture.”
“Torture is kind of my thing.” He let out a fake evil chuckle that made her giggle. Then he kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll figure this out. Whatever my baby wants, she gets. Just let us take care of you right now.”
She nodded. He lifted her, carrying her over to the dining table where Brody had laid out pizza. He set her on his lap. When she tried to get off, he tightened his hold on her.
“Stay still. I’m feeding you and this will be easier for me.” Not really, but he wasn’t ready to let her go.
When she didn’t protest, he picked up a piece of pizza and blew on it until he was certain it was cool enough then held it up to her mouth. He felt a great deal of satisfaction as she took a bite.