“Are you standing up to me, Pup?” The Fox purred. “Yes. Because if Autumn can’t ever have sex with us, then that’s fine. Isn’t it?” “Well, of course that’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be? I mean . . . it’s going to mean that you’re a lot busier, boy. But I’m sure your mouth, ass, and hands are up for the task, aren’t they?” Brody gulped. She stared at them both. Then put her thumb on her forehead. “Dibs getting to watch.”
