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)
The Fox grasped hold of Brody’s hips as he drove himself further into him.
“That’s it, my boy. Take me like a good boy.”
Brody held onto the desk as the Fox drove in and out until he found himself reaching for that peak. Getting higher and higher until he was about to come.
“Run your hand up and down your cock, Pup, but don’t come yet,” the Fox ordered.
Brody started to recite the periodic table out loud as he stroked himself.
He was so cute. And such a good boy.
Brody knew there would be a punishment if he came without permission. The Fox felt Brody clench down around him and knew he had to be close.
Was he being mean making him wait? Probably.
But sometimes it was good for his control to be tested.
“That’s it, boy,” he said huskily. “You’re doing so well.”
“I need to come,” Brody groaned.
“Soon,” the Fox told him. “Keep stroking your cock. I bet it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” Brody said.
He decided not to tease him any longer. Wasn’t that good of him?
“Come now, Pup, come with me,” the Fox urged.
Brody let out a deep breath and his arm stilled as he let out a small moan, clenching down on the Fox’s cock.
Fuck.
That was all the Fox needed to send him over the edge.
Christ, he would never tire of that feeling. Of the rush of pleasure, the connection.
They both slumped over the desk, breathing heavily. The Fox then slid himself out of Brody’s ass and reached for the other man, helping him stand before turning him around so he could hug him.
“You did so well, my Pup,” he told him. “You were so fucking sexy, bent over my desk like that. I could fuck you like that every hour of every day. Maybe I will one day. Keep you in here with me and fuck you every hour. Would you like that?”
The Fox ran his hand up and down Brody’s back. Aftercare came more easily to him now. After all, it was no hardship to touch his Pup or his Bunny.
Hmm, speaking of his Bunny . . . he should go check up on her.
Brody shuddered. “I don’t think I’d be able to walk the next day.”
“Aww, poor baby. I’d take care of you. You could stay in bed all of the next day.”
“Right,” Brody said dryly. “And wouldn’t that lead to more fucking?”
The Fox leaned back to shake his head with a sigh. “You’re insatiable. I put you to bed to recover from fucking, and you’d just want more fucking? You can’t fuck all the time, Pup.”
“Me? I wasn’t . . . I didn’t mean that I . . .”
The Fox grinned and Brody just glared up at him. The Fox couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around the back of his Pup’s head, then leaning in to kiss him.
Fuck. He tasted amazing.
The Fox reluctantly pulled back, waiting for Brody to open his eyes and look at him. “You’re good, Pup.”
It wasn’t a question; he could see it in his face. The soft smile, the dreamy expression, the lack of tension.
His Pup was more than good. He was amazing.
“Come on, Pup. Let’s get both of us cleaned up. And then I think we need to look for Bunny; she’s been quiet for far too long.”
“That’s never a good sign,” Brody muttered.
Truer words were never spoken.
2
FOX, BRODY, AND AUTUMN
The Fox helped Brody pull up his boxers and jeans. They’d need to have a shower after they checked on Autumn. As they headed out of the room, he heard a high-pitched scream.
The Fox took off toward the sound, his heart pounding.
He never panicked. Except when he thought that Brody or Autumn might be in harm’s way. That they might get hurt.
“Autumn!” he called out. “Where are you?”
His voice sounded far calmer than he felt. He was aware of Brody behind him. There was a thump, and the other man cursed briefly.
The Fox glanced back. “What happened?”
“Go, go!” Brody panted. “I just banged my toe.”
“Shit. I’ll check it soon,” he told Brody without breaking his stride. “Autumn? Where are you?”
“Pantry!” Autumn yelled back.
The Fox burst into the kitchen to find Autumn sprawled on the floor of the large pantry. There was a container lying next to her as well as a stool.
Hmm. Now he had an idea of what had happened.
That container had come from the top shelf. And he could specifically recall telling Autumn to wait for him to get it down for her.
“Where are you hurt?” he demanded as he kneeled down, running his hands over her. “Are you all right?”
“Y-yes, I think so.” She sniffled. “I got a fright.”
“Can you sit?” The Fox asked. “Do you need a doctor?”
“No! No! No doctor!”
“I can contact Hack or the Surgeon,” he suggested. He’d called on the Surgeon before when Hack had been away. It was very inconvenient that people wanted to vacation when he needed them.