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)
“You’re not good. You were walking around like you still had a candy cane plug in your ass. But with the bent end up instead of the straight one,” the Fox told him.
Jesus.
He closed his eyes as Autumn leaned forward to kiss him lightly.
The Fox let go of his ass cheeks and Brody let out a sigh of relief. At least that part was over. But when he tried to move off the Fox’s lap, the other man placed a hand on his lower back.
“Did I say you could move, Pup?”
“Um, no.”
“No, I didn’t. I want you to reach back and part your cheeks while I apply this cream.”
“What? Um, I can do that.”
“I suppose you could. It would be kind of difficult, though. Still, you’re not going to, because I am. Now, part your bottom cheeks or I will have Autumn do it.”
“I can do that, Brody-bear.” She was practically bouncing at the thought.
Dear Lord.
“I’ve got it,” he mumbled, feeling his face growing red. This was kind of embarrassing. And yet, it was also sort of nice . . . he had to admit that he liked being taken care of and being dominated.
It’s not that different from getting your ass plugged.
He guessed not.
Reaching back, he pulled his cheeks apart and held them there while the Fox applied a numbing cream. He hadn’t hurt him exactly. It was just that things had gone fast and hard.
Autumn climbed onto the sofa and lightly ran her fingers through Brody’s hair.
The Fox finished putting the cream on Brody’s asshole, then patted his bottom. “All done. You can get off now.”
Brody scrambled off his lap and pulled his boxers up before settling on the Fox’s other side.
The Fox grabbed the remotes. “Time to watch my favorite movie.”
“You never told us why you want to be a matchmaker, Daddy,” Autumn said.
“Simple,” the Fox replied. “I’m great at it.”
“Really?” Brody asked. “You’re good at it?” He wasn’t sure, but he figured that a matchmaker would have to have a good understanding of the human psyche. Perhaps even be empathic. Things that the Fox often wasn’t.
“Yes, look what I did with all the Iron Shadows men and their women. I totally matched them all up.”
Brody shared a look with Autumn. What was he talking about?
“What couples did you match up, Daddy?” Autumn asked.
“Ink and Betsy. Getting them together was all my idea.”
Hmm. It was?
“Millie and Spike. I gave her the money that sent her on the path to find out what happened to her sister.”
“That didn’t match her with Spike, though,” Brody pointed out.
“All right. Then you can’t deny I matched up Reyes and Emme.”
Sort of.
“I’ll give you that one,” Brody allowed.
“I think I should get some cards made up with my business details. Things like that.”
Autumn gave Brody a worried look. But Brody wasn’t really worried. The Fox often went off on these tangents.
“You’ve already got a full-time job, though, Daddy,” Autumn said.
“Taking care of you two?” the Fox asked. “Hmm. It is a fulltime job. But if I’m getting out of the killing business, I need some way to keep you two fed.”
“You have more money than a small country,” Brody replied. “Besides, I’m still working. I can support us if need be.”
The Fox frowned, and the mood in the room changed.
Uh-oh.
Autumn stared at him with wide eyes, shaking her head. Yep. He knew as soon as he said it that it had been the wrong thing to say.
The Fox grabbed him around the back of the head, turning his gaze to his. “You do not support us. That is my job.”
Sometimes, the Fox had very set ideas about things. Autumn had told him that it was because he was a badass assassin. Brody thought she might be right. But he also believed it was because of the way he was raised.
“I know,” he told the Fox. “And you do it really well.”
“Good. Just remember who is in charge, Pup.”
“I know it’s you, Papa.”
The Fox’s gaze lightened. “My baby boy.” He ran a finger over his cheek. “I think you’re working too hard.”
Crap.
He’d hoped that they wouldn’t have noticed how tired he was. There was a lot going on at work at the moment. And that meant that he could put in plenty of overtime.
And he had some things he wanted to get for Christmas presents.
“I’m not. I’m fine.”
The Fox frowned. “I’m going to talk to Ink about your hours.”
“No, don’t! I’m going to be working fewer hours now.”
“Are you sure?”
No. But he’d have to try. The last thing he wanted was for the Fox and Ink to have a chat about him and his work.
Not. Happening.
“Yep. I should be working less soon.” Drat, he couldn’t cross his fingers where they wouldn’t see him. He needed a distraction.
“I don’t think you can claim that you got Duke and Sunny together, though, Papa,” Brody told him.