Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Betsy is stressing herself out getting everything ready. While Autumn and Brody get themselves into a small bit of trouble.
And so do Baron, Royal, and Zippy.
Fireworks, friendships, and the Fox.
What can go wrong?
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1
FOX, BRODY, AND AUTUMN
What face should a person wear to a Fourth of July BBQ?
Hmm, should he be a pale blonde? Maybe with a crooked nose? Or should he go darker this time, perhaps with a streak of gray in his hair? Or use one of his more known disguises?
The Fox heard a sound from behind him. Turning, he saw Brody standing just outside the room.
“Pup, what are you doing in the shadows?” he asked. “Come here.”
His baby should never hide.
Brody practically skipped his way into the room, tripping over a table leg. The Fox quickly got up and grabbed him before he could fall.
He gathered him close, breathing him in. His need for Brody and Autumn never seemed to wane. If anything, it got stronger every day.
Strange for a man who’d always believed that he was incapable of love.
“Be careful, Pup,” he scolded. “You’re going to hurt yourself, and then you won’t be able to go to the barbecue.”
“Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to go?” Brody asked in a quiet voice.
“You don’t want to go?” he asked, confused. Brody and Autumn been asking to go to this picnic at Ink and Betsy’s house for weeks now.
So he thought it was what they wanted.
“I thought you liked fireworks. And food. And friends. And picnics. Don’t you like those things?”
“I do,” Brody replied. “But I don’t want to go if it puts you in danger. That would just be selfish.”
His sweet boy was always looking out for everyone else. But didn’t he know that the Fox would never do anything to put his Pup or Bunny in danger?
And there was no one who could go up against the Fox and win.
“Everything will be fine,” the Fox reassured him. “I’d never let the two of you go if there was any risk.”
Brody nodded but he still looked a bit nervous, so the Fox cupped his chin with his hand.
“Hey, if you don’t want to go, then we won’t go,” the Fox reassured him.
“No,” Brody said. “It’s not that I don’t want to go, I do. I just would never want to lose you.”
“You won’t ever lose me,” the Fox told him firmly. “And if I thought there was any risk, then none of us would be going. So leave the worrying to me. That’s my job.”
“Well, I think we get to worry about you too.”
“Hmm. Let me think about that.” The Fox shook his head. “No, you don’t. That’s my job. So stop worrying. Right now.”
Brody rolled his eyes and the Fox tightened his hold on his chin.
“Are you rolling your eyes at me, Pup?” he drawled. “Now that seems like a naughty thing to do, doesn’t it? If you’re going to insist on worrying, perhaps I need to distract you.”
Brody swallowed heavily and for the first time looked slightly nervous.
As he should be.
The Fox sat back in his chair and widened his legs, then he pointed at the floor between his feet.
“Kneel here, Pup,” he ordered.
Brody kneeled between his feet and gazed up at the Fox who cupped his chin once more. The Fox ran his thumb over Brody’s full lips and then pressed it into his mouth running it up and down his tongue.
Desire filled Brody’s face.
The Fox didn’t believe in luck. He believed that if you wanted something, you did whatever it took to get it.
Which is exactly what he’d done when he’d decided he wanted Autumn and Brody.
He’d made it happen.
And now they were his.
Forever.
“Now, you know it’s my job to worry about the two of you and not the other way around. So the fact that you keep arguing with me must mean that you need some attention.”
Brody tried to shake his head but the Fox had a firm grasp on his face so it only moved around half an inch.
“No? You don’t think so?” the Fox asked. “Maybe I should give you a spanking for doubting my ability to look after us all.”
Brody’s eyes widened and he made a noise of denial.
“Perhaps I should put your mouth to another use? That’s not a bad idea. It will help you calm down, won’t it? I know what you need.”
Brody’s shoulders dropped and hunger lit up his eyes. The Fox congratulated himself for working out what his Pup needed. Not that there was ever any doubt in his mind that he would. He was awesome at this Daddy Dom stuff.
And he knew exactly what his Pup needed at all times.
“Undo my pants and pull out my cock,” he commanded.
Brody’s hands were trembling slightly as he did as ordered and he fumbled a bit with the Fox’s cock as he drew it out. He stared down at the Fox’s dick for a long moment before glancing up.
“What next, Sir?” he asked.
“Lick your tongue across the head,” the Fox ordered. Jesus, his balls were already tight and ready to explode just from watching Brody glide his tongue over the head of his dick.