Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Too much. She couldn’t take much more.
“I’m . . . I’m . . . please!”
“Not yet.”
So, so mean. She needed to complain to someone about this. Right after she came, she’d do that.
“I can’t hold back.”
“You can.”
“You have . . . a lot more . . . faith in me . . . than I do.”
The Fox removed one hand from her hip to cup her breast, tweaking the nipple. “Do I?”
He did. Because she was right there.
Then she heard those delicious words.
“Come, baby girl.”
She screamed as she came, Brody lightly playing with her clit as the Fox gave his own yell and followed her over.
Wow. What a way to end the evening. From thinking there was something wrong to the Fox kidnapping Brody to punishment and orgasms.
Yum. Just yum.
“You need to learn to communicate better,” the Fox told Brody.
They were all cuddled up in bed. The Fox had dried them off before getting Brody dressed in a pair of Superman pajamas.
Brody had gone red at having the Fox dress him. He didn’t generally regress so far that he needed someone getting him dressed.
Autumn, on the other hand, liked being dressed by Daddy. She’d laid back on the mattress as the Fox had put on her fox onesie for her. Then he’d found Freddy Fox and tucked them into bed before heating her up a bottle.
Now, the Fox was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. She had her head on his stomach as she snuggled up to one side of him. Brody matched her position on the Fox’s other side.
And for some reason, the Fox had decided to give Brody a relationship talk.
“Yes, Papa,” Brody agreed. They had a nightlight on, so she could see the amusement on his face.
“Relationships do not thrive without proper communication. You have to learn not to be so secretive and not to keep things to yourself.”
Brody’s mouth dropped open and Autumn had to bury her face in the Fox’s abs.
“Well? Is that not true?”
“Um, yes, you’re right,” Brody agreed. “Communication is important.”
The Fox huffed out a breath. “I know. I’m excellent at this relationship stuff. Honestly, I really don’t know how people find it so difficult. Just make your intentions clear, keep the people you love safe and happy, and spank their butts on occasion. You know, I’ve changed my mind.”
“You have?” Autumn asked, confused. “About what?”
“About becoming a matchmaker,” the Fox stated.
“You are?” Brody asked.
“Yes. I think I should become a relationship counselor instead.”
Oh. Dear. Lord.
“Really?” Autumn asked before biting her lip to stop herself from bursting into laughter.
Brody shot her a look, and she tried to get herself under control, taking a couple of deep breaths. She really did.
But she could barely keep her composure.
“Yes. All those silly movies you watch, Autumn, where the people have this great miscommunication, could be easily fixed if they’d just come to me. I would tell them what they’re doing wrong. And what they need to change about themselves. And then they could go on, living a happy life.”
“Hmm,” Brody said. “I’m not sure that people like being told what to change about themselves.”
“Well, they should if they’re doing something wrong. Why wouldn’t someone want to be corrected?”
“Um, do you like to be corrected when you’re doing something wrong?” Autumn asked gently.
“Pfft. Irrelevant. I never do anything wrong.”
Right. She’d walked right into that one.
“Perhaps I can use my fountain of knowledge to help Duke. Lord knows he needs it. And my Sunny deserves the best.”
“Yeah, not sure that would go down well with Duke,” Brody told him.
“And he seems like a good husband to Sunny,” Autumn added.
“But he won’t go away on holiday with us. The two of you deserve a family holiday. And that means that Sunny must join us. And by default, that man she married.”
Autumn widened her eyes as she glanced at Brody.
“Uh, Papa,” he said. “It’s nice you want to give us a family holiday, but we really don’t need anything. I mean, if we want to be around family, we can go spend time with my crazy family. During the summer holidays, we’d often go to visit my grandparents in Colorado. It wasn’t that great. All of us were trapped in a car for hours. Lissy used to get motion sickness. Try travelling for seven hours trapped in a hot car with the smell of vomit.” He shuddered.
“My grandparents used to go on holiday down to Florida at Christmas time,” Autumn said. “But the weird thing was they would never take me to the beach. They said they hated the sand..”
“Well then, that sounds like you both need a decent holiday,” the Fox said.
“We could go away, just the three of us,” Autumn suggested.
“You know, tonight has given me an idea.”
“What?” Autumn asked, feeling alarmed. The Fox’s ideas were often outrageous.
“I’m going to kidnap Sunny and bring her with us on holiday.”