Daddy Fox (MC Daddies, #9)

by Laylah Roberts

His baby needed her stuffie, and damned if he was going to fail her.

“You’re such a bummer, Daddy.”

If the guy who kept visiting

kept visiting? as in plural? thus far he's met him once?

suddenly, he was in the Fox’s arms. Held tight against his chest. For a moment, he froze, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then his body realized this wasn’t a threat. That the Fox was comforting him. And it was exactly what he needed. Wrapping his arms around the bigger man, he hugged him back. “That’s it. Good boy. That’s my good baby boy.”

Today, he had mousy brown hair and greenish-blue eyes. His complexion was darker. His nose looked wider.

He was standing over her, and the look in his eyes . . . it made Brody’s stomach go whoosh. It . . . the other man looked vulnerable. Human.

And I felt this weird thing toward you. Possibly gratitude. Or maybe it was gas.”

You are worthy.

Oh, fuck. The look in his eyes. Yep, Brody could now see that he might have misread things.

I had to protect you. Because. You. Are. Mine. Got it?”

“Maybe I found her first, but that doesn’t make what I feel for you less in anyway. Understand? I don’t find this easy, recognizing what I’m feeling, talking about my emotion, but I need you as much as I do her. And you’re going nowhere.”

you’ll know that when I claim something, I never let it go. We’re going to be one little happy family. The three of us.

“Yes, Sir.” “Good boy.” Shoot. That was definitely his kryptonite.

“Please, just go.” She wanted to wallow. To cry and sulk and feel sorry for herself. And pee. Lord, she needed to pee. A memory danced at the edge of her mind. But she couldn’t quite pin it down.

“I’m sorry if that seems stalkerish. You seemed sad and alone and scared. And I just wanted to make you smile. I know that sounds stupid.” “Actually, it sounds really sweet.”

Tutu isn't a good judge of sweet>stalker. Tutu loves and trusts an assassin who sleeps under her bed.

I can’t believe I did that. I’m never this klutzy.” She was always this klutzy, but he didn’t tell her that. He wasn’t a complete idiot.

brat.”

“It’s only for special occasions.” “I don’t know, Brody-bear. Every day is a special occasion. Life is short. We should drink hot chocolate and eat cake for breakfast and cookies for lunch.”

Turning, she beamed at him. There was glitter over her face and hands and some tinsel hanging out of her hair. He’d never seen her look happier. “Well?” she asked. “What do you think?” “Gorgeous.” “Do you think so? I thought I might have overdone the tinsel.” Tinsel? Oh, the tree. Well, the tree was kind of a mess. It looked like it had been decorated by a toddler having a tinsel-induced temper tantrum.

“Where did you meet your Hero?”

“It’s classified. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“What does he look like?” “That’s currently unknown.”

“Name?” “Also a mystery.”

“Yet you don’t consider him a stalker?” “No! No, he’s not. He’s protective of me.”

“He’s courting you.”

What if . . . what if you could have us both?” “I . . . um . . .” “Autumn,” he coaxed. “It sounds like a dream. He makes me feel safe. He represents safety. And you’re my comfort. And I . . .” “You need us both to survive.”

As long as you’re mine.” “I’m yours. I’m always yours. I love you,” he told her.

“You do?” “Yes. Although, I planned to tell you that differently. Something romantic. See . . . I’d programmed my robot to . . . never mind. That was probably just nerdy and stupid.” “Nothing about you is stupid,” she told him fiercely. “And I love you too.”

Inside was a baby bottle with a large nipple. It had a picture of a fox on the front and Foxy Baby was written along the bottom.

“How did he know you’d been naughty? Oh my God, he’s not really Santa, is he?” “He’s so far from Santa it’s not funny.” She giggled.

He smiled as he watched them through the cameras, wishing he could be there with them. Watching them play together was something he could never grow tired of.

That he was his. Just like she was. The Fox’s family. One day, he’d be there playing pirates with them, sipping hot chocolate and opening presents. Soon.

Also, you need to warn a person that you’re around before you give me a heart attack.” “Do I? But what if I enjoy scaring you?” Darn. He probably did. He likely got off on it.

“You gave me coal!” “No, that was Santa.”

His hair was dark and short, his skin tanned. Was this the real Fox?

Brody’s heart raced. Danger. Danger. And yet, his dick didn’t seem to understand that. That idiot didn’t know the difference between arousal and peril.

I take care of what belongs to me, even though I don’t always know the best way of doing that. I want to give you both whatever you want.” “You can’t give us everything we want.” The Fox tilted his head to the side. “Why not?” “Because some things you might not be able to give.” “Really? Like what?” “Ahh, a billion dollars, an island, the crown jewels.” “You don’t think I can manage that? Pup, you have a lot to learn about me.” Oh, hell. Did he ever.

“How’d you know how to say all that stuff?” he ended up asking. “I did my research. Did I get it right? Who am I kidding? Of course, I got it right. I’m a fucking genius.” He was full of himself. But rather than turning Brody off, it only seemed to up his arousal. Seriously. What. Was. Wrong. With. Him.

God, I’m good. On fucking fire.”

Do you want your spanking, my Pup?” He had to bite his lip because he didn’t. And yet, he also kind of did. “No. I . . . I don’t?” “Hmm. You don’t sound very certain. Your ass would look fucking sexy red.” “Do you know what else is sexy?” Brody asked. “You.” This man was killing him. He was so arrogant and pushy and bossy. And yet, sometimes, he just came out with these things that made Brody’s knees go weak. “Consent is sexy.”

“And rules and boundaries?” The Fox scowled. “There will be no boundaries between us.” Brody stared at him in surprise. “Ahh, there are some things I won’t do.” “There will be nothing that you hold back from me. You will not lie. You will not keep things from me.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I meant. I meant . . . like I’m not really into blood play. No knives. No whips. I don’t like the sound they make. No calling me names or putting me down. That’s something we need to discuss.” “Why would I want to put you down? I only want you to see yourself as amazing. Like I already do.” Holy heck. “Right . . . that’s what I mean. You’re not into degradation either.” “I will allow no one to degrade you. Not even yourself. Understand me? You will tell me if anyone talks badly about you. And I’ll kill them,” he said fiercely. “You can’t kill everyone who says something bad about me.” The Fox cupped the side of his face. “Of course I can.” Of course, he could. He was the Fox.

“You like me taking charge, dominating you, doing what I like with you . . . but you don’t fully trust me?” “No, that’s not it.” “You’re going to trust me. You should trust me.” He didn’t understand. “But I will give you time. And a safeword until you do.” Relief filled Brody. “Good. I’ll use red.” “How much time do you think you need? A week?” Brody couldn’t help but grin. “How about we play it by ear?”

it would upset me if you harmed them.” “I would not like to upset you,” the Fox murmured. “Good.” Whew. One crisis averted. “But what they said upsets me. And you should make sure that I’m never upset.” Yeah, that wouldn’t be a good thing.

“You want to meet my family?” he asked in a high-pitched voice. “That is what happens, yes? When you have someone in your life, you meet their family.” The Fox frowned. “Unless you’re ashamed of them?” “No, I’m not ashamed of them.” “Then what is the problem? Because I know you’re not ashamed of me.” Ashamed of him, no. Terrified he might take offense at something his sisters said and rain terror down on them, yes. Being with an assassin with a warped moral code and a lack of respect for society’s rules was going to be slightly stressful sometimes.

“Were you not naughty?” He didn’t like being called naughty. It made him feel all squirmy inside. He was a good boy at heart. He followed the rules. So, this was unusual for him. “Not really.” The Fox gave him a firm look.

“You’ll honor my safeword?” “If I must?” “Yes.” The Fox sighed. “I don’t like following the rules.”

“Is this good aftercare?” the Fox asked. “Yeah. It’s good.” “I knew it would be. I am excellent at everything I attempt to do. Still, I’m glad I got it right for you, Pup. This comforting thing doesn’t come naturally to me. But I want to make sure you have what you need.”

From pastries to pieces of cherry pie to chocolate-coated strawberries.

cherry-flavored energy drink