Daddy Fox (MC Daddies, #9)

by Laylah Roberts

“I have something to tell you, but I don’t want you to get upset.” “I promise I won’t get upset. Tell me.” He blinked down at her. “No, you can’t just . . . you can’t just say that you won’t get upset.” “Why not?” She spoke around the candy cane in her mouth. “Because what if what I say does upset you?” “But I promised not to get upset. Brody, just tell me.”

“The Fox . . . the Fox . . .” “What did he do?” Her eyes widened, horror filling them. “Did he hurt you? Brody?” “He spanked me,” he said in a rush. She stared at him for a long moment. “Ohh, thank goodness.”

“Wish I’d been there,” she said with a sigh. “I bet that was pretty hot, huh?”

“This is not how I was expecting this conversation to go.”

“He forced you?” “Not . . . not exactly. I think he kinda tricked me. He says all these things, and they all sound so reasonable. And the next thing you know, you have your pants down to your ankles and your hands against the wall with your ass poking out, getting your butt spanked.” “Whoa.”

Whoa was right. “I would pay good money to see that.” “What?” “Um, what?” she said innocently.

“Ouch.” “Sweetie, are you hurt?” “I’ve got a sore bottom now. My butt has sympathy for yours.”

Show me the good stuff, big boy.”

Opening it, he held up the T-shirt inside. Along the front were the words, Foxy Nerd with the image of a fox beside it.

Everything had cherries or foxes on it. He’d bought her so many cherry lip balms that she wouldn’t run out for years.

He was silent as he concentrated. Still and focused. While she buzzed around. Shifting up and down, singing, she even got up to do some pirouettes in the middle. And he never once got irritated with her. True love.

“Have you really been courting me?” she asked. “Of course. Didn’t you understand that with my gifts? Was I too subtle? Funny, no one has ever accused me of being too subtle.”

“You listen to me,” he told her fiercely. “You dying wouldn’t have helped them. Wouldn’t have helped anyone. And it would’ve meant that I continued to go on through life, alone. And Pup would have kept burying himself in work and video games to avoid risking his emotions, never wanting to try because he was scared of rejection. You are the reason we both have hope.” She sucked in a breath. “Me?” “You. Next time you feel guilty about being alive, remember that. Then come find me, and I’ll heat your ass for your stupid thoughts.” “I don’t think you’re supposed to call my thoughts stupid.” “Why not? They are.” Well. He’d told her.

There was a butt plug on the nightstand.

“Oh my God, he’s starting.” She clapped her hands while still holding onto the butt plug. It was slightly disturbing. Suddenly, the thing flew out of her hand and landed right in his mug of coffee. Which he’d been about to take a sip from. He quickly held the cup back so coffee didn’t splash all over his face.

Leaning his free hand against the wall, he loomed over Brody, making him feel small. Almost fragile. And he ate it up. He enjoyed being dominated like this. Loved the difference in their size and strength.

He’d make himself indispensable to them. Ensure that they were safe. He winced as Autumn nearly smashed her hip into the kitchen island. Also, he might need to babyproof the den.

In some ways, his Pup was a walking disaster. He rarely remembered to comb his hair and he was constantly spilling food on himself and losing track of time. But he was kind and caring. The emotional support that his Bunny required. The Fox was coming to realize how much she needed them both. He wasn’t sure he would ever have the emotional awareness that Brody had.

“Did somebody call for Daddy?” “Oh wow. You’re like Batman. I sent up a signal with my mind and here you are.” “I think he’s the opposite of Batman,” Brody said dryly. “I always felt more of a kinship with the Joker,” the Fox admitted. “I like the Joker,” she told them. “I always thought he was misunderstood.” The two of them stared at her.

“Triangles have always been my favorite shape.”

“Good boy, such nice manners will get you a hand job later.” “Fox!” Brody protested, going red. “Damn, I’d pay good money to see that,” she said. “I’d never charge you, Bunny.” The Fox winked at her. “Aww, thanks Foxy.”

“Sit. Do not move.” “Woof. Woof.”

“Are you sure?” “I’m sure.” “Are you sure you’re sure?” she asked. “I’m sure that I’m sure that I’m sure.” That made perfect sense. And he did seem really sure.

There was a lot of falling. It was traumatic.”

“Poor Tutu.” “I need cuddles. It’s been a very traumatic day.”

“Where does it hurt?” the Fox asked as he prodded her foot. “Here? Or here? Is it numb? That’s not a good sign.” “Um, Daddy?” “Yes, baby girl?” “It’s my other foot.” He glanced up at her. “Why didn’t you say something?” “I don’t know. You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“Life’s too short, Daddy. Eat dessert first, I say. What if I choke on dinner and die, huh? Then I would have missed out on the good stuff.” The Fox turned to glare at her. Uh-oh.

What kind of assassin did catch and release? And for a mouse? It was unheard of! He’d get kicked out of the assassins’ guild. If such a thing existed.

My grandmother would roll in her grave if I let you do your own dishes.” “Your grandmother is rotting in hell,” he told her bluntly. “Sit your butt down and give me your plate.” She gaped at him.

“She likes looking at your ass when you bend over,” Brody explained. Oh. She did, huh? That was good to know. “Like you don’t,” she said to Brody. He pushed his glasses up his nose. “It is a rather fine ass.” It was. Turning, he bent over, making sure to wiggle his butt as he picked up the ice pack. “Oh yes. Do it again, Daddy. Do it again.”

“Thank you, Daddy, you’re my hero.”

“Again! Again!” She raced over to kneel on the sofa next to Brody. “Please, again!” Brody’s cheeks grew flushed. “You liked it?” “Gosh, yes. Please.”

“But I’m a good girl. I don’t need a spanking.” She put her hands behind her to cover her ass. Which was adorable.

“I thought you wanted to play floor monster?” She clapped her hands. “Floor monster! Floor monster!”

I want to try giving you a blow job. I like things in my mouth, in case you didn’t know that already.” “I did. I’ve seen you eat suckers. Never knew candy could give me a hard-on.”

“Autumn. Hey, baby, are you okay? Tutu?” She gazed up at him, blinking heavily. His dick was starting to go limp, but she still kept him in her mouth. “Can you talk to me?” Sliding back, she stared up at him with sleepy eyes. “I don’t wanna.” “You don’t want to what, sweetie? Stop sucking?” She nodded. “Want to keep going, please?”

“Brody-bear, whatcha doing?” she mumbled sleepily as he drew on his pants. “Putting you to bed.” “Don’t wanna.” “It’s bedtime.” “No.” Brat. “Daddy said you do have to.” “Okay then.” He managed to get her onto her feet and she leaned into him. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. “You’re the bestest.”

Freddy Fox was poking out the pocket of her pajamas, looking over at him as if to say, ‘what the fuck is this woman doing?’

As far as he was concerned, caffeine was the worst thing for her right now. She was so wired she was about to climb up the walls. And he wouldn’t be able to get her down off the walls because he was scared of heights.

MC-squared. He was making a mess of this.

When she didn’t say anything, he worried that he’d said the wrong thing. He glanced up at the Fox, who was looking thoughtful. But he winked down at Brody so he guessed he’d said something right. Who knew . . . it wasn’t like the Fox was a good judge of what was right or wrong.

“I’m going to remove every one of his nails and then make him eat them.” “Fox,” Brody warned. But Autumn giggled. “Make him a toenail sandwich?”

“What do you call me?” the Fox asked in a low voice. Uh-oh. “Um, Papa. Sir. Sir Papa.”

Suddenly, she realized that he looked slightly different than he had the other day when he’d played floor monster with them. Yet to her, he always seemed the same. Odd.

“You do not need to do things for us in order to secure our feelings for you or to prove your worth. Understand? Your worth is immeasurable. It is worth more than all the gold in a dragon’s lair. Got me?”

“Daddy, I think you’re right. He could have bruises that we can’t see.” Brody gave her a wide-eyed look. “I’m only in my underwear! What else is there to look at?” “Quite a lot from what I can see,” she told him. “Hubba-hubba.”

“You can’t go around getting revenge on anyone who has hurt me,” she told him. “That is basically my entire purpose for living. To make sure those who harm either of you suffer. And to eat pie. I do love pie. Especially cherry pie.”

“Because our girl is gorgeous and sweet. And you’re commanding and hot. I just wish it listened to me when I told it to behave. Because this isn’t exactly the right time to be playing up.” She wasn’t sure there was ever a wrong time. Maybe at a funeral. “Yeah, getting turned on at a funeral would be bad,” she said. Both men stared at her. “Um, well, I . . .” “That’s quite true. That would be a social etiquette issue,” the Fox agreed. He turned to Brody. “Do not get hard at a funeral.”

“You’re going to spank him?” “Yep.” “Hot-diggity. I really want that popcorn now.”

“Thought you said there was no time for food.” “Changed my mind. I can do that. I’m the Daddy.”