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)
“Got it,” he whispered, his heart racing.
He really cared about him.
“Maybe I found her first, but that doesn’t make what I feel for you less in anyway. Understand? I don’t find this easy, recognizing what I’m feeling, talking about my emotion, but I need you as much as I do her. And you’re going nowhere.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good Pup. Don’t forget it.”
“But I fucked up.”
“And you think because you fucked up that I should get rid of you? Throw you away? That’s what you think of me, Pup?”
He met the other man’s gaze. “I don’t know you.”
“Then you’re going to get to know me,” he whispered harshly. “And once you do, you’ll know that when I claim something, I never let it go. We’re going to be one little happy family. The three of us. But I need you to help me look after her.”
Brody nodded. Had she tried to hurt herself? He felt sick at the idea.
“I’ve thrown out everything except her liquid painkiller. I’m thinking about getting some that go in your bottom. Hmm, I like the idea of those. I should run and get those now.”
“You can’t stick something in her ass, Fox!”
“Why not?” he murmured, leaning into him.
Oh, Lord.
He licked his lips and the Fox moved in, running his own tongue along Brody’s lips.
That shouldn’t have been sexy.
It should have been weird.
Only, his dick didn’t think so. If his dick was a person, it would be shouting yeehaw and slapping its own ass.
His dick had gone rogue. And he needed to stop thinking about it before he did something ridiculous.
Like come in his pants.
Or sink to his knees and release the Fox’s cock. Because he could feel it pressing against his stomach. Hard and thick.
Do not think about his dick. Do. Not.
“Are you jealous, Pup? Because you don’t need to be. I’m very happy to stick something in your ass as well.”
Brody groaned. “I can’t believe you said that. And no, I’m not jealous.”
Although, now he couldn’t stop thinking about the Fox fucking him. Yep, he was so close to coming that it was embarrassing.
The Fox pressed his lips against Brody’s and then bit down sharply on his bottom one. Not enough to break through the skin, but the bite of pain cleared his head.
“Why can’t I say stuff like that when you’re mine?”
His phone beeped and he abruptly moved back, leaving Brody leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.
What was wrong with him?
Why was he like this?
Why did the Fox affect him this way?
The other man’s phone beeped and he glanced down at it. “I need to go.”
Go?
He was just leaving? How could he leave? Brody could barely think because all the blood had rushed to his dick. Yet the other man was standing there, cool as a cucumber.
“You’ll stay here and take care of our girl.”
Brody straightened. He didn’t need to be told to do that. “Yes, I’ll look after her.”
“That’s my good Pup. But you’ll also look after yourself. Understand? You ever walk anywhere on your own at night again, and I will sear your cheeks every night for a week.”
His eyes widened. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
Shoot. That was definitely his kryptonite.
“I’ll be watching when I can, but call me if you need something. Behave.” He spun Brody around and slapped his ass twice before disappearing down the passage.
Good. Lord.
“I do not find that sexy. I do not find that sexy.”
He closed his eyes. Did any of that just happen? After the encounter with the Fox the other day, he’d managed to convince himself that he hadn’t meant half the stuff he’d said. That he was toying with him.
But it seemed like he did mean it.
The guy was hot and charismatic and protective and commanding.
He was also completely batshit crazy.
And he had zero boundaries.
So, it might be up to him to teach the Fox about boundaries. And consent.
But only if this was something Autumn wanted too. Because he wasn’t giving her up. Not for anyone. She was worth everything.
Even letting the Fox go.
Although that might be harder than it sounded.
15
Autumn felt like ass.
Complete and utter crap. Her stomach was bubbling with nausea. Her mouth had the most God-awful taste in it. She went from hot to cold then hot again.
Rolling over, she pushed at the bedcovers. How the heck had she managed to tuck herself in so tightly?
“Off. Get off.”
The room spun and her stomach bubbled with nausea.
Sick. She was going to be sick.
“Off! Off!”
“Easy, Tutu. Here, let me help.”
“Gonna be sick!” It was coming. Oh no.
The covers were ripped off her, then a bucket landed under her mouth just as she vomited up what was in her stomach.
Oh. Gross. Gross. Gross.
Someone held back her hair, speaking to her in a low, calm voice as her stomach erupted.
When she was finished, she lay back. Her head was throbbing. She closed her eyes, trying to will herself to feel better.