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)
No. Fucking. Idea.
Brody sat with Autumn on his lap as the Fox jogged down to the nursery and got her high chair out of storage.
Hauling it back up, he could still hear them laughing. This was precisely what they all needed. Some time together without the rest of the world interfering.
He set the high chair up, then lifted her into it, securing her in the straps.
“I’ll go get her some things to play with, Papa,” Brody said as the Fox started mixing the pancake batter.
“Okay, Pup. Careful on the stairs, please.”
“I’m not a baby, Papa.”
He reached out to stop him from leaving the room. “You’re my baby. Never forget it.”
Turning him, he sent him on his way with a slap to the ass.
Brody watched as the Fox put cut-up pieces of pancake on the tray of Autumn’s high chair tray. She looked so carefree. More than he could ever remember seeing her look before. This was just what she needed.
And apparently, being put in a cock cage and exploring his Liddle side was what he needed today. Not every day, though. Nope.
He ate a piece of chocolate chip pancake that the Fox had already cut up for him. Delicious.
Autumn picked up a piece of pancake that had already been smothered in maple syrup and squished it in her fingers.
Eww. That was really gross.
He had to giggle as she dropped it with a grimace. Then she proceeded to wipe her hand on her cheek. Syrup had somehow gotten into her hair. Even Freddy Fox was covered in the sticky stuff. The bib that the Fox had put on her hadn’t done much to protect her.
The Fox turned at his laugh, staring at Autumn in horror.
“Shit! How are we going to get maple syrup out of your hair?”
Autumn’s lower lip started to tremble.
Oh no.
“It’s not her fault, Papa. Don’t get mad!” he said.
“Of course it’s not. It’s mine for putting syrup on her pancakes. Shit. Here, baby girl. Let me feed you the rest, and then we’ll go give you a bath. Another one.” He shook his head. “Two baths in two hours, huh?”
Brody finished eating. “I’m going to go on my computer.” He wanted to make sure everything was ready for tonight.
“Nope,” the Fox told him as he carefully drew Autumn from her high chair.
What did he mean, nope?
“No computer for you. You’re having a bath as well, Pup. Come along.”
So he followed the Fox to the bathroom. He settled Autumn on the floor and quickly turned on the bath.
“Come here, Pup. I’ll strip you.”
Brody blushed, but let the Fox take off his clothes. Once he was naked, the Fox crouched down to undo the cock cage.
Wow. That wasn’t embarrassing or anything. He could feel himself growing hard.
“Poor Pup.” The Fox ran a finger along his dick. “You’ll need to get this under control because you’re going back into the cage after your bath. Get in first, you might need to hold our girl while I wash her.”
Great. Even more torture for his poor dick.
But he climbed in after the Fox checked the temperature. The Fox then stripped Autumn and placed her in the bath in front of Brody so her back was to him.
“Right, let’s get you clean, baby girl. Brody, see if you can turn and hold her while I wash her hair.”
He winced as her foot smashed against his thigh. Could have been worse, could have been his cock.
After the Fox washed her hair, he turned her again, so she lay back against Brody’s chest again. Then he started cleaning Freddy Fox.
“Naughty Fox, getting all dirty,” the Fox told him.
Brody pretended to eat her neck and she giggled, kicking her feet and sending water spraying everywhere, including all over the Fox.
They both froze, staring up at him as he stood there, soaked.
Brody started laughing first. Then Autumn joined in. Eventually, the Fox shook his head and grinned.
“You two are trouble.” He started to strip off and Brody sucked in a breath. That wasn’t doing anything for his raging hard-on.
Go down.
When he was in just his boxers, the Fox crouched again to wash Autumn. Eventually, the Fox drew Autumn out and dried her off, laying her on a clean towel with another one over her to keep her warm. Then he turned back to Brody.
Uh-oh.
“How is your cock doing, Pup? Still hard?”
He moaned. “Yes.”
“I’ll tell you what. I’m in a generous mood. If you can get yourself off in the time it takes for me to clean you, I’ll let you come. If you can’t . . . well, I guess you’ll be holding an ice pack on your cock until you calm down.”
No thanks.
Shit. Was he really going to jack off in front of them both? Because Autumn was now peeking over the side of the bath at him.