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)
“But I don’t have to poop! I have to pee!” She shuffled around, nearly falling off the side of the sofa. Brody quickly grabbed hold of her. “Oh no! What are we going to do?”
“You’re going to get down and go pee or poop,” the Fox said. “Whatever it is you have to do.”
“I can’t! The mouse!”
“I’ll carry you to the bathroom.” He came over and held out his arms. “Come here.”
She decided to risk the mouse climbing up his leg to get her, and threw herself into his arms. The Fox stepped back to keep his balance, then settled her onto his hip before turning to look at Brody. “Do you need to pee, Pup?”
“Not at the moment.”
“But what about the mouse?” she asked. “How will we get rid of it? You can’t carry me everywhere. Oh no, do I have to burn my house down?”
“No one will be burning anything,” the Fox told her firmly.
“Are you sure? If that mouse has been in my bed, it’s gone. It has mouse cooties. There is no coming back from mouse cooties, Daddy.”
The Fox took in a sharp breath, gazing down at her in wonder. “Never going to tire of hearing you call me that.”
She glanced over at Brody to find him smiling at them both. This felt so good. So right.
“I’ll get a trap for the mouse.”
“But won’t that hurt the mousie, Daddy?” She pressed a hand to his cheek. “You won’t hurt the mousie, will you?”
“Ahh, umm, well . . . ”
Brody had to stifle a grin as the Fox stared down at the girl on his hip in consternation. This might be the first time he’d ever seen the other man look baffled. He’d have to learn that sometimes, a Little didn’t always make sense. Logic didn’t always work and he wouldn’t have all the answers.
“I thought you didn’t like the mouse?” The Fox carried her to the bathroom.
“I don’t. They’re scary. But that doesn’t mean I want you to hurt it, Daddy.”
This felt so right to Brody. He wished they could all spend more time together.
Suddenly, the Fox reappeared, staring at him with one eyebrow raised. Then he stepped forward and opened his arms.
Brody squirmed. Part of him wanted to jump into his arms. But he squelched that desire. “I don’t need to be carried. I’m not a baby.”
“Ahh, but you’re my baby. My baby boy.”
“I’ve told you several times that I’m a Middle.”
“Hmm.”
What did that mean? Hmm? That he didn’t believe him?
“You’ll always be my baby. Can you get down by yourself then?”
“Yes. Maybe.” He slid off the sofa, feeling a bit silly. As soon as his feet were on the floor, the Fox slid his hand around the back of his neck and drew Brody to him. Bending down, he took his mouth with his. Brody melted. The move should be too domineering for him to be this turned on.
But he was.
And he wanted more.
“My boy,” he growled. “Mine.”
Dear. Lord.
“Come on.” The Fox took hold of his hand and led him into the kitchen.
Brody’s heart was racing and he didn’t protest the Fox holding his hand like he was a child. Occasionally, he regressed further than his usual ten or twelve.
And right now, his insides were dancing with happiness.
The Fox drew out a stool and pointed at it. “Sit. Do not move.”
“Woof. Woof.”
The Fox grinned, then grabbed the back of his neck again. Seriously. Why did that send a wave of arousal straight to his dick?
Stupid dick.
Calm down.
The Fox kissed him, then gave his bottom lip a sharp nip that made him groan.
“Get smart with me again,” the Fox whispered. “I like having to correct you.”
Fucking. Hell.
The Fox drew back. “Sit.”
Brody found himself sitting without even thinking about it.
“Good boy.”
Yep, he was in serious trouble.
Autumn was standing on top of the toilet seat.
She knew she looked like an absolute idiot. But what if the mouse had come in here? It could have snuck in while she and Brody were sitting on the back of the sofa.
The door handle wriggled and she let out a small screech. She’d locked it after the Fox left. He wasn’t exactly known for knocking before he walked in somewhere. And she didn’t need anyone walking in on her while she peed.
Especially not someone who she one day hoped to get naked with. A mixture of arousal and nerves filled her at that thought.
“Bunny? Did you lock the door?” he asked.
Uh-oh. His voice was low and silky-smooth, but something in his tone told her that he wasn’t happy.
“Yes.” She wasn’t sure why he’d asked. Did he think the mouse had locked it?
Silly, Daddy Foxy.
“Unlock it,” he said firmly.
“Say please,” she sang.
What was she doing?
“Unlock the door, Bunny. Now.”
It wasn’t quite ‘please’, but she figured she’d let him get away with it this once. Also, she didn’t want to be anywhere near the mouse.