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)
“There are going to be times where you or I are alone with him, right?” she asked.
“Right.”
“So why would I get jealous? Although, if anyone else touched you, then they’d be dead meat.”
He widened his eyes, then a smile crossed his face. “Yeah?”
“Damn straight. I’m one possessive badass.”
“You sure are, Tutu. So, we’re all good?”
“We’re always good, Brody-bear. Now that we’ve sorted that out, can we open more presents?”
“I can’t believe they bought that for you.” Brody buried his embarrassed face behind his hands.
She had to hold back a giggle as she looked down at the ‘sex pack.’ That’s what it was called. A collection of naughty toys guaranteed to bring pleasure. Or that’s what the note with it promised, anyway.
His sisters bought her sex toys. Oh, and there was a small note from them.
In case Boo-boo can’t find your clit, then you might need this.
They were terrible.
“Boo-boo?”
He moaned. “Just dig a hole and put me in it.”
She giggled.
He glanced over at her. “No. No. Don’t do it. Don’t you dare start.”
Laughter erupted from her. She rolled onto her back, laughing until her tummy hurt.
“You better stop,” he warned.
Nope. Not stopping.
“Autumn, I’m going to turn you over and spank your ass if you don’t.”
“No, you won’t.” Wiping at her eyes, she did her best to calm herself. Darn, that had been funny.
“Sorry,” she told him.
“You don’t sound very sorry,” he grumbled. “My sisters are brats.”
“Poor Brody.” She crawled over to him, where he sat on the floor, and climbed into his lap to kiss his cheek. “Maybe I could do something to make you feel better.”
“You could try kissing me.”
“Oh yeah? Where? Here?” She moved to his other cheek.
“Somewhere in the middle.”
“Oh, like here?” She kissed the tip of his nose.
“Down a bit.”
“Here?” She kissed his chin.
“Tutu, if you don’t kiss my mouth . . . ”
Her mouth landed against his. It was a bit awkward to begin with, but then he took over, kissing her until they were both breathless.
“I can’t believe they gave you all those toys. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she told him. “I think it’s funny.”
“You think it’s funny that my sisters don’t believe I can find your clit?”
“What? No, of course not.”
Whoops. Poor Brody.
“Here, open this gift from Santa.” She climbed off to grab one of the gifts he’d brought over that the Fox had left him.
Opening it, he held up the T-shirt inside. Along the front were the words, Foxy Nerd with the image of a fox beside it.
He groaned and she giggled again. “I can’t believe he bought this for me.”
“I think it’s cute.”
He muttered something to himself as he put the T-shirt to one side. She opened another one from him, clapping her hands in delight as she took in the fluffy socks.
“I’m a terrible gift giver.” He shook his head as he stared at the socks.
“You are not.”
He shot her a look.
“He got you a necklace that’s the exact replica of that necklace Princess Catherine was wearing the other day. At least, I hope it’s a replica . . .”
So did she. Yikes.
The Fox had also bought her a baby bottle, pacifier, and several onesies with drop seats. Everything had cherries or foxes on it. He’d bought her so many cherry lip balms that she wouldn’t run out for years.
“But these will keep my feet warm! I love them. Here, open the big one.”
When he opened the next gift from the Fox, his eyes widened in surprise and delight. Then his cheeks grew red.
She glanced over his shoulder at the huge box of Legos. It was a spaceship from the series of sci-fi movies he loved to watch. “Ooh, that looks super complicated.”
“Uh-huh. You can make yours while I do mine!” Brody had bought her a smaller, easier box of Legos that was a tree hut.
“I . . . I guess so. It’s really cool.”
“It sure is, Brody-bear! Wanna clear the coffee table and do it now?”
“All right.” He helped her move everything and then they opened both boxes. She tore through all the bags, mixing up the Legos pieces and then started building without bothering with the instructions. Brody laid out all his packages, then opened the instruction booklet first, reading carefully through it. She had the bottom done before he even started his.
“Brody-bear, I’m going to beat you!”
“It’s not a race, Tutu.”
Pfft. It totally was.
He frowned as he carefully built the first part. His tongue was even sticking out slightly in concentration.
So. Cute.
He was silent as he concentrated. Still and focused. While she buzzed around. Shifting up and down, singing, she even got up to do some pirouettes in the middle.
And he never once got irritated with her.
True love.
“There! I’m done!”
Sheesh, poor Brody-bear, he’d only gotten through two bags of pieces.
He glanced over at her creation, his eyes widening. “Um.”