Daddy Fox (MC Daddies, #9)

by Laylah Roberts

A quick job is a good job is a clean job. I should make that my motto. Perhaps I’ll get business cards printed up. Kind of a mouthful, though. I’m sure I can do better.

“No! No, get away from me!” Fury filled him. Followed by a wave of protectiveness that was just bizarre. But she kept drawing him back like a moth to a flame. He slid himself out from underneath her bed. Yes, he liked to lie under her bed while she slept. There was nothing weird about that. Standing, he loomed over her. The first few times she’d had a nightmare while he’d been in her room, he’d had no idea what to do. Looking after others wasn’t something he was familiar with. So, he’d just stood there like a dummy. But eventually, it had become impossible to just watch her suffer.

See what a good guy he was? He needed a prize. Really, he was vastly underestimated as the hero of this story. Now, he came here whenever he could to watch over her. She calmed him. Helping her gave him a buzz of satisfaction. He was the only one who could soothe her when she had a nightmare. He was really quite remarkable, wasn’t he? Was there anything that he couldn’t do? Sometimes, he even amazed himself, and he was well aware of just how magnificent he was.

“Why are you still here?” she asked. “It’s my allure, isn’t it?” “Your allure?” “Uh-huh. You can’t resist it. I’ll try to tone it down,” she promised. “I hadn’t noticed your allure. Does it come out of your nipples?”

There was nothing like having your sister barge in on you when you had morning wood to truly traumatize you.

Shoot her now. “I didn’t say that!” she said in a high-pitched voice. “I’ll forget I ever heard it!” he said hastily.

“Brody, I just want you to be you. Because that’s who I care about. That’s who I enjoy having around.

If that’s something you need, I don’t want you to ever think you can’t tell me. Okay?” “If you agree to do the same.” She held out her hand. “Spit oath.” He grimaced. “Without the spit,” she added with a grin. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Oh, I have a better way of sharing spit.” She giggled. “Sheesh, that was terrible,” he groaned. “It sounded so much better in my head.”

She gave him a small smile. “Not feeling very verbal right now, huh?” He eyed her. She shook her head. He brushed her hair back gently before kissing her again. “That’s all right. When you need me to, I’ll be your voice.” Damn. Just damn.

But he was the best of the best. He excelled at sneaking into places undetected. Normally, he would be there to murder someone. Or gather data. This was a different sort of reconnaissance. So, of course, they hadn’t sensed that he was here. See? He could be understanding. And generous. He was really growing and no one around to bask in his magnificence. That was a damn shame. He thought about waking them up so they could applaud him, but his Bunny needed her sleep. He was killing this Daddy Dom stuff. Look at him putting her needs ahead of his. He didn’t know why he hadn’t done this already. Being in a relationship was going to be so easy.

Had he really just given her his number? Damn, her allure was working overtime at the moment.

“But I’m not sure things can go any further. We don’t really know each other.” “We know the important things, Bunny. I want you and you want me.” Good. Lord. “It’s my allure,” she moaned. He pressed his lips to her cheek. “It’s not your allure. It’s you.”

“They don’t really deserve to die just because they’re jerkfaces.” “You’ve got such a soft heart, Bunny.” She breathed out a sigh. “It’s a bit of a flaw. I should try to fix it. But strangely, I rather like it. It makes you very different from me. I shall try to guard your soft heart and ridiculous feelings of guilt about people who deserve to die.” Okay. Right.

“Go to sleep, sweetie. I’ll guard your dreams for you.”

Because they were building trust. That was part of the plan. Well, not the original plan. That involved him keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn’t talk. It hadn’t included getting close to her. Wanting her. But she kept pulling him in. He didn’t like feeling this attached to someone. It made him uneasy. So he’d decided to make her so dependent on him that she couldn’t live without him. That was what a relationship was, right? Ah, well, apparently, there was also mutual trust, communication, honesty, respect, blah, blah, blah. He’d read all that nonsense in the relationship books he’d bought. But what it would really come down to is that she wouldn’t be able to live without him. Because he was coming to think he couldn’t live without her.

Now, I’ve already told you to stop stressing. It annoys me when you worry.” “Urgh!” She stomped her foot on the porch. That was new. Was she having a temper tantrum? That delighted him.

He gave her a strange look. “I’m weird, aren’t I?” she asked. “Weird is the new sexy,” he told her.

For the first time in his life, he asked himself a question that he never thought he would. One he never wished to ask himself again. What would Duke do if this was Sunny? He shuddered. That made him feel ill. Why would he want to think like that biker? Yet Sunny did seem enamored of him. So, the Fox guessed he was doing something right. Sometimes.

“Tanks, Daddy, you da best.” Tanks? Did she mean thanks? And yes, he was the best. But it was still good to hear it.

“Open up,” he said, knowing she’d obey him immediately. She shook her head. Well. That was a blow to the ego. Luckily, his ego was bigger than a normal man’s. It could take a minor blow like this and barely feel it. Still, he’d be telling her off for this. Once she felt better, of course. He wasn’t a monster, after all. Actually, yes, he was. But he was her monster.

Gradually, he started to calm down and his body realized that he was being held by a sexy, dominant man. Darn it. His dick was so dumb. His dick had no impulse control. Totally. Inappropriate. There were probably dead bodies less than five feet away from him. He was being comforted by an assassin. And his dick had decided it was party time.

“Do you think I claimed you lightly, Pup? That I want you only because she does? I’ll confess, in the beginning, I wanted to get rid of you. I thought I could make her forget you. But she does better when you’re around. And I felt this weird thing toward you. Possibly gratitude. Or maybe it was gas.” Gratitude wasn’t enough. It wasn’t desire. It wasn’t want. Need. You are worthy. Stone’s words echoed in his brain. “But that all changed tonight. You were nearly hurt, Pup.” “And that makes you . . . gassy?” He winced. Why did he say that? Idiot. “It makes me furious.”

If his dick was a person, it would be shouting yeehaw and slapping its own ass. His dick had gone rogue.

Because as long as I have you and you have me, we can face anything, yeah?” “Like Batman and Robin,” she said with a smile. “Or Wonder Woman and her lasso.” “Oh, dibs being the lasso.” She put her thumb on her forehead. He had to chuckle. “So, I’m Wonder Woman?” “Well, you’ve got the ass for that outfit.” Throwing his head back, he laughed. “Good to know, baby.”

Although, that kick to the balls was probably punishment enough. Poor little bally-balls.” He grimaced. “Please, don’t ever call them little bally-balls. You’ll give them a complex.” She bit her lip, laughter dancing in her eyes. And that’s when Brody knew they were going to be okay. Even if he was about to be subjected to her teasing. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Do they have names? Ethel and Bethel? Donatello and Michelangelo?” He groaned. “Stop. Stop, I beg you.” “But I’m just getting started. Peanut and Butter. Ooh, that’s a good one.” “My balls are not called Peanut and Butter. And you’re a brat.”

stumbling at the last moment and sending them crashing into the sofa. “Oh my God! I didn’t hurt Prancer and Dancer, did I?” What the heck did two of Santa’s reindeer have to do with them falling? Unless . . . He groaned. “You are not calling my balls Prancer and Dancer.” “Why not?” she asked with fake innocence. “It’s Christmas-themed. Although I guess Twig and Berries is suitable too, since you’re holding mistletoe.”

“Hmm, you should have a gun.” Perhaps his Bunny and Pup needed to learn how to shoot as well. “I can’t have a gun. I don’t know how to use one. And I have young boys in my house.” “What about a taser, then? You can probably get child-proof ones.” “Good idea. You’re so wise. And smart.” “I like you,” he replied. “I’m thinking I should keep you.” He didn’t mean it, of course. He wasn’t interested in her like that. But he had to get his kicks somehow, and messing with the Iron Shadows men was a fun hobby of his.

That’s why he’d bought these two buildings. They were close enough that he could move around without being seen. Fuck, he was clever. He really should get that medal.

he used his phone to text an address to Jared Bartolli. Let’s see how he would go about getting to Angie when she was under Zander’s protection. He grinned. Oh, how he’d like to see that. If there was anyone he could admire, it was Zander. The other man was almost as crazy as he was.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Why are you on the back of the sofa?” “Mouse!” “What? Where? Holy heck!” He raced out of the room. Where had he gone? Had he left her on her own to fight the mouse? Then she heard thumps before he appeared with his lightsaber.

“Oh my God! There it is!” “What? Where?” Brody turned around, spotted the mouse, and dropped his lightsaber with a squeal before he high-tailed it onto the sofa with Autumn, settling in next to her. “It was huge!” “So huge! I’m so glad you’re safe.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tight. “That was so close,” Brody said breathlessly. “It nearly had me, Tutu.” “I know. So close.” She turned, spotting his lightsaber on the floor. “Oh no, you dropped your lightsaber.” “I know.” Brody gave her a sad look. “It’s lost to me now.”

He brushed her hair back off her face. “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.

what if you asked us to jump off a bridge?” The Fox sighed. “What is this obsession with jumping off a bridge? Everyone says that . . . if so and so told you to jump off a bridge, would you? If anyone else tells you to do so, without good reason, then no. If I tell you, there would be a good reason because I would never tell you to do that without a good reason.” That one backfired on him. “What if you ordered one of us to do something sexual and we didn’t want to?” “Why wouldn’t you want to?” “I don’t know . . . maybe if we weren’t in the mood to give you a blow job.” “That would be odd. I have an amazing cock. Why wouldn’t you want to suck it?” he asked.

Fox cupped the other man’s dick through his sweatpants. Gray sweatpants. Who the hell knew they could be so darn sexy? Not him. But his girl seemed to like them. Or at least those books she sometimes liked to read talked about how sexy a guy in gray sweatpants was. Seems those books were right.

Brody melted against him, easily giving in to his forceful advance. Fuck, he loved that. Loved the power rush. But he was learning that he couldn’t just take what he wanted and consequences be damned. Which was fucking annoying. However, it was much more fun to have someone want to be with you than to force them to. Fuck. He had this emotional shit down.

“I know, but even a Dom has feelings, you know? I might have needed some validation. A stroke to the ego.” “No, you don’t.” No, he didn’t. He already knew he was magnificent. It was all part of his charm. And he was charming. Ask anyone. Well, anyone who was alive.

“I’m so sorry!” she cried, moving back. “Did I hurt you? Oh no, I didn’t hurt the bullets and barrel, did I?” “The . . . the what?” “You know . . . Mr. Happy and his party of two.”

“Do women not carry that stuff around?” “There might be some in her handbag.” They’d brought that with them. “I’ll get it.” “Actually, why don’t I get it and you go help her,” Brody suggested. The Fox’s eyes widened. “Help her? With what? I don’t have a vagina.”

“No, thanks,” he told her. “Not sure I should approve of chocolate before bed.” “Don’t be silly, Daddy. Calories don’t count when you have your period.”

“Whoa, that’s a big plug,” Autumn commented as the Fox drew it out. “I didn’t know something that huge could fit in a person’s ass. Brody’s butt must be a Tardis.”

Then the two of you can get to the Hubba-bubba part.” “Isn’t that a chewing gum?” the Fox asked. “I think she means Hubba-hubba,” Brody said. “Ahh, hiding the sausage.

“Fox,” Brody said warningly. “Let’s all try to get along.” Ink stared at the laptop, then at the Fox. “What is going on? Are you and he . . .” “Baking the potato? Bringing an al dente noodle to the spaghetti house? Bam-bam in the ham?” A groan came from the laptop. “Really, Fox? Bam-bam in the ham?” Brody asked. “What? I rather liked that one.”