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)
Crap.
Sure, he didn’t have the muscled bulk of the Fox, but he was no lightweight either. And the Fox just picked him up like he weighed nothing.
Then they were moving. He made another muffled protest. Surely, the Fox wasn’t serious.
Right?
He attempted to wriggle off his shoulder.
Smack!
Brody froze. Had he just smacked his ass? This was not happening.
What if someone saw them? Probably the best thing for him to do was to stay quiet.
No way did he want anyone to see him like this. He also didn’t want anyone trying to confront the Fox. Because he knew for sure that the other man wouldn’t appreciate any interference.
The Fox was whistling as he left the building. Actually. Freaking. Whistling.
Dear. God.
He was losing it. He’d just kidnapped Brody from his place of work. The Fox stopped and let Brody slide off his shoulder. Brody glared at the other man and tried to speak. Which was really dumb since the Fox couldn’t understand any of what he was saying.
“What’s that? You’re mad? I shouldn’t have kidnapped you? It was inappropriate? I need to take the gag and cuffs off?” The Fox said, pretending to understand.
Actually, it seemed that maybe he could follow what Brody was saying.
He didn’t want to think about why the other man could understand so easily.
“Ahh, well . . . I wouldn’t have to kidnap you if you were being a good boy and had been coming home on time. You have a bedtime. And a bed. And two people who want you in it. What you are not going to do is sleep on a lumpy sofa in your office and eat far too much pizza.”
The Fox glanced down at Brody’s shirt. He looked down at it, too. Damn it. How had that stain gotten there?
Suddenly, a finger landed under his chin, and his face was tilted back. “You are not taking care of yourself, Brody. I gave you time. I thought you might see what you were doing to yourself and to Autumn. But now, it’s time to step in.”
Wait. What? What did he mean, what he was doing to Autumn?
He tried to communicate that question, but either the Fox didn’t understand him or had just decided not to listen anymore. Since his only reply was to open the back door, putting his hand on top of Brody’s head to protect it while he shoved him inside.
What the heck?
The Fox grabbed his legs, unbalancing him, so he ended up lying on his side.
Then something tightened around his ankles. He tried to pull his legs apart, but they were bound.
The Fox had lost his mind! What if someone saw them? Why did he need to secure him?
Brody made more protesting noises as the Fox pressed something into his hand.
“This is a squeaky toy. Squeak it and I will release you. Consent is key,” he sang.
Dear. Lord.
Did he think that Brody wouldn’t use it?
Then again, he wasn’t exactly in any pain. The cuffs and rope around his feet weren’t cutting off his circulation. He sighed. The worst was done now.
“Truth is, this has always been a bit of a fantasy.” The Fox patted his thigh.
Wait. It had?
Well, hell. Brody guessed he could put up with being kidnapped, then.
The Fox straightened and shut his door before he got into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t worry, baby boy. Soon, we’ll have you home, where I can take good care of you.”
Um. What?
Brody wasn’t convinced he liked the sound of that.
The Fox started his car. “I think I’ve been neglecting you lately.”
Neglecting him?
Um. No, no. He didn’t think so.
“If I was taking proper care of you, then you wouldn’t think you could get away with breaking the rules like this, would you? And you wouldn’t try to communicate with me through Autumn, who, by the way, is wondering if she’s the reason you’re spending more and more time at work.”
Brody froze. His breath caught in his lungs as pain lanced through him.
Wait. What? What was the Fox talking about? Why would Autumn think that? It had nothing to do with her. Worry filled him.
“Now, I don’t know why you are spending so much time at work lately when you could be home with us. Which should obviously be your preference since who wouldn’t want to be with us? But when we get home, you are going to tell me everything. You’re in trouble for trying to spend the night at work without discussing it with me. And for using Autumn to talk to me.”
Crap. How had Brody messed this up so spectacularly?
“Just relax, Pup. We will soon be home. I hate to tell you this, but I don’t think you’ll be sitting comfortably for a while. So you might as well just take a load off.”
Great. That was just what he wanted to hear.
8
FOX, PUP, AND BUNNY