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 will not!” Autumn protested.
“If she’s too naughty, I’ll just spank her bottom or put her into timeout.”
Autumn gasped. “But I’m a good girl. I don’t need a spanking.”
She put her hands behind her to cover her ass. Which was adorable.
“Have you . . . have you guys discussed rules and punishments?” Brody asked.
“Our Pup likes to talk,” the Fox explained.
“I know. But he’s so cute when he gets all serious.”
“He is, isn’t he? However, I particularly like when he blushes.”
Don’t blush. Don’t blush.
Yeah, too freaking late.
“There it is.” The Fox lightly pinched his cheek. He should probably be annoyed, but he liked being the focus of their attention.
She leaned closer. “Triangles are the best shape, remember?”
They sure were.
“And no, we haven’t had that discussion, Pup,” the Fox told him. “We should, though.” He crouched, placing a hand on each of their legs.
Brody gave him a surprised look. He’d been expecting him to brush him off. Maybe a Fox could learn new tricks.
“I dunno. Rules don’t sound very fun. I don’t think I need those. I’m a good girl.”
Both of them looked at her.
“You need them,” Brody said.
“I disagree, but what are the rules?”
“Neither of you is to do anything that risks your safety. No walking around at night. No performing dangerous stunts. You obey all road rules. Wear your seatbelt. Look both ways when crossing the road. Bunny, you always hold Pup’s hand. No juggling with knives or walking through fire or anything like that.”
“Darn it, there go my plans to become a knife-juggling fire-walker,” Brody mourned.
Autumn giggled while the Fox appeared alarmed.
“It was a joke,” Brody said hastily.
“It better have been,” the Fox replied warningly.
“Okay, I guess those rules make sense,” she said.
“Yep,” Brody agreed.
“Keep yourselves healthy. No smoking, no excessive drinking. Autumn, you’re only allowed to drink alcohol when one of us is around.”
Autumn nodded solemnly. “Okay, Daddy. It was a mistake, though.”
Reaching out, the Fox gently cupped her cheek, making Brody’s heart melt. “I know. But I don’t want you at risk.”
“Both of you need to be in bed by eleven unless you’re working.”
“What?” Brody asked in a high-pitched voice.
“That’s really going to affect Brody-bear’s gaming time,” Autumn said.
“Also, if you’re ever in danger, then you’re to call me as soon as you possibly can. There might be more after you come to live with me.”
“Live with you?” Autumn asked nervously.
“Don’t worry. Not now, but eventually, that’s what will happen. I wish we could all be together now, but things are in motion that I can’t stop. And I think you both need some time.”
Brody nodded. Autumn couldn’t handle too much change too quickly. This house had become her safe place, but he hoped with time that they would be her safe place.
“Are both of you clear on the rules?” the Fox asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good,” he replied.
“Okay, Daddy. Now, will you kiss Brody-bear?” Autumn asked. “Please.”
“You never have to beg me for that.” The Fox rose up, bending in to crowd him.
Fuck. His heart raced, his dick pressing against his pants. The Fox cupped his cheek, then bent down and kissed him. Brody was stiff and tense for a start, but gradually, he relaxed into the kiss, moaning quietly.
When the Fox drew back, he was breathing heavily.
“That was so darn hot,” Autumn said with a heartfelt sigh. “More?”
Shoot. Any more and he’d be close to coming in his pants.
The Fox gave him a knowing look, then turned to Autumn. “I thought you wanted to play floor monster?”
She clapped her hands. “Floor monster! Floor monster!”
Autumn laughed hysterically as she raced through the living room and jumped toward the couch. The Fox was making scary monster noises as he chased after her. Luckily, he was moving much slower, otherwise his longer legs would have caught her ages ago. Brody was already in the monster’s cage. Which was really just some pillows on the floor in a circle.
“Run, Tutu, run!” Brody yelled.
Unfortunately, she miscalculated and only her toes hit the couch. She wobbled, her arms flapping in the air as she tried to catch her balance.
“Daddy!” she cried.
Suddenly, she was caught in the Fox’s arms, held against his chest. “Daddy isn’t here! Only Monster Daddy is and I have you now! I’m going to eat you!” He put her down on the sofa on her back and pretended to eat her.
She giggled so much that she nearly peed herself.
“Mercy! Mercy, Monster Daddy!”
He stopped, staring down at her out of that creepy mask. And a different sort of excitement stirred. What would it be like to have him touch her? Would she be able to orgasm then?
Removing the mask, he bent down to kiss her lightly, his lips moving against hers. She wriggled around on the sofa, feeling arousal pulse through her. When he drew back, her heart was racing and she was tempted to drag him back down to her.