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)
A service? That took care of dead bodies? He knew that they existed, but he never thought he’d need to use one.
He expected to feel horror. Or fear. But he felt almost numb.
Shock. He was still in shock.
“You can look now, we’re out on the street.”
He turned his head away from the Fox’s chest and snuck a look up at him. Today, he had mousy brown hair and greenish-blue eyes. His complexion was darker. His nose looked wider. How did he do it?
“Come,” the Fox said. He grabbed their wallets. Then taking hold of his hand, the Fox led him to the end of the street. He beeped a car open.
“How did you know where I was?” Brody asked as the Fox opened the passenger door. He blushed slightly, never having had someone open a door for him.
But he climbed in without a word. The Fox closed the door and ran around to get in the other side. Brody fumbled with the seatbelt, unable to get it to connect. Finally, the Fox placed his hand over his, guiding it until the buckle clicked.
“I’m sorry—”
Before he could finish that sentence, the Fox reached over and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his lips to his.
Holy. Crap.
He couldn’t remember the last time a man had kissed him. But it hadn’t felt like this. Hard. Hot. Demanding.
Then the other man drew back to glare down at him. “Shut up.”
Wow. That was rude.
Yeah? So, why’d you find it so hot?
Because there was obviously something really wrong with him, that’s why.
“I told you not to say sorry,” the Fox said gruffly.
“I’m—”
The Fox shot him a look.
“I wasn’t going to say it,” he squeaked.
The Fox grunted. “I’m not the one you owe an apology to.” He pulled the car out onto the road, then drove down the street.
“You’re talking about Autumn,” he whispered. “I know I owe her an apology.”
“Do you? And what do you owe her an apology for?” the Fox asked.
Was this some sort of trick question?
“That’s kind of between me and Autumn, isn’t it?”
“No,” the Fox said firmly. “It’s not. If I’m going to be both of your Doms, then I need to know everything.” He grabbed his phone, checking something. That wasn’t the first time he’d seen him looking at his phone.
“Do you have somewhere to be?” Brody asked, unsure where he found the bravery to ask.
“Yes, back with our girl. I didn’t want to leave her in the state she was in. Thankfully, she’s still sleeping. And I thought it best to come get you in case I have to leave. She’s going to need someone to take care of her.”
“What do you mean, the state she was in?” Fear filled Brody.
“I’ve been away this last week or I would have reddened your ass before now.”
Uh-oh.
And also, holy crap.
Redden his ass?
“I haven’t given my consent for you to punish me. Or anything else.”
The Fox just snorted.
Right. Forget about that for the moment. Find out what’s going on with Autumn.
“Is she ill? What’s wrong with her?” he asked, his worry building. Why had he kept his distance these last few days?
“Ill? Well, she’ll likely be vomiting tomorrow.”
“Oh no! Do we need to get her to a doctor? Should we stop for medication?”
The Fox sent him a sideways glance. “You seem to care.”
“What? Of course I care.” He gave him a hot look.
“Yeah? When’s the last time that you saw her?”
Brody swallowed heavily, guilt settling in his gut like a lead balloon. Perhaps he should let the Fox punish him. Maybe it would relieve some of the weight pushing him down. “Since that last day you came to my apartment.”
“I drove you away from her?”
He turned to stare at the other man and found that his hands were tight around the steering wheel. Darn it. Now, he was imagining the other man’s hand around his dick. Touching him.
Smacking his ass.
Inappropriate. And he didn’t find spankings hot. No, they were embarrassing. He’d only been spanked once at a club and had hated it.
And yet . . . there was something about the thought of the Fox touching him that way . . . in any way . . . that just did it for him.
There had to be something wrong with him. Had the other man drugged him?
Get it together, Brody.
This is about Autumn.
“I needed some time to think. Is she ill?”
“Self-inflicted. Too much Baileys.”
“She’s been drinking? She doesn’t usually drink much.”
“Well, she drank a lot tonight. Not only that, but when I found her passed out on the bathroom floor, she had a bottle of sleeping pills in her hand.”
Alarm filled him. “What the fuck? She took pills on top of alcohol? How many? Why isn’t she at the hospital getting her stomach pumped?”
Had he done that to her? Caused her so much pain she was trying to drown it in pills and booze? But that didn’t sound like his Tutu.