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)
“That’s it. Good boy. That’s my good baby boy.”
Fuck. Him.
Baby boy? He wasn’t a baby. But he liked being called that. And right now, he needed all the sweet words. Even if the Fox didn’t necessarily mean them.
Gradually, he started to calm down and his body realized that he was being held by a sexy, dominant man.
Darn it. His dick was so dumb. His dick had no impulse control.
Totally. Inappropriate.
There were probably dead bodies less than five feet away from him. He was being comforted by an assassin.
And his dick had decided it was party time.
The Fox drew back, cupping Brody’s face. The Fox’s hands were slightly rough and warm. And Brody couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of them running over his body. “You’re good?”
“Ah, yeah, better, thanks.” Embarrassment flooded him. “Sorry I was no help.”
The Fox sighed. Loud and long.
Dramatic, much?
“Pup, I already told you not to apologize for that. You did exactly as you were told. You obeyed me beautifully. And if you weren’t already in a hell of a lot of trouble, you’d get a reward for that.”
What sort of reward?
Wait.
“I’m in trouble?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You’ll find out once you’re safe. Now, we need to go before someone comes along.”
“Right. Uh, yes. Because that would be bad. Really, really bad. We don’t want that. Are they dead?” He was rambling. He needed to stop rambling.
And of course they were dead.
Lord, he was an idiot.
There was no way he would have left them alive. This was the Fox.
“You don’t need to know that. Now, keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise.”
“But how am I going to walk with my eyes closed?” he asked.
“You’re not. I’m going to carry you.”
“C-carry me?” Was he for real?
“Yes. Now, be a good boy and do as you were told.”
He would not cave just because he’d told him to be a good boy. He would not. Even though those words seemed to be his kryptonite.
“You can’t carry me.” Brody knew he was kind of lanky, but he wasn’t small by any means. And he didn’t need to be carried around like a toddler.
“Pup, you’re on thin ice with me,” the Fox growled at him. “You’d do well to do as you are told. Without argument.”
Mayday. Mayday.
For some reason, an obstinate part of him reared its head. Maybe because he was still upset over what had happened and the fact that he’d had to be rescued like a damsel in distress.
“No.”
“No?” the Fox whispered in a silky voice.
Oh. Crap.
Abort.
He really had lost his mind. His heart was racing as he licked his dry lips. “I don’t need you to carry me. I’m too big for that. Unless you have super-strength.”
“I’ll worry about whether I’m strong enough to carry you. And I promise you, I am. I didn’t ask what you wanted, did I, Pup?” the Fox said. “I told you what I expected of you.”
“Just because you say something, doesn’t mean you get it.”
He moved in closer so he could whisper in his ear. “Oh, Pup, that’s where you’re wrong. It does.”
“I’m too heavy for you. It’s ridiculous that you would want to carry me.”
“Really? You think telling me I can’t do something is the way to go? I can assure you it’s not.”
Right. Shit. Fudge.
He was taking the wrong stand. This wasn’t the way to get the Fox to do what he wanted.
“Please let me walk,” he told the other man. “I need to feel that I’m not completely helpless.”
The Fox relaxed, and Brody let out a small breath.
“You need this?” the Fox asked.
“I do.”
“It’s important to you?”
“It is. Please?”
“Fine. You may walk. But you will keep your eyes closed and I will guide you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, baby boy, I like hearing you call me Sir.”
“I’m not a baby. I’m a Middle, not a Little.”
You’ve already told him that.
“Doesn’t matter what you are,” the Fox said. “If I want to call you my Pup, I will. I want to call you my baby boy, I will too. Got it?”
“Um, okay.” Two steps forward. One step back. At least he wasn’t being carried, even if he was being called baby boy.
Shut up. You like it.
“Now, I suggest you stop arguing. You were meant to take care of our girl and you didn’t. And now you’re in trouble.”
“You still think we’re going to share her? Wait, is she all right?”
“Yes, she’s ours. And you are mine. Decision is made. No future correspondence is needed. And no, she’s not all right. I’ll explain that on the way. Face against my chest.”
What did he mean, she wasn’t all right? What was going on?
Brody was in shock as the Fox pressed his face to his large chest and guided him out of the alleyway.
“Should we do something about the bodies?” he whispered.
The Fox snorted. “I called a service. They’re coming.”