Daddy Fox – MC Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
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“Wait here until I come for you both.”

Brody nodded, undoing his belt. He glanced back at Autumn worriedly. Brody might have been the one shot. But she’d been grabbed by a stranger intent on kidnapping her.

A bad feeling filled Brody’s stomach.

“I thought you’d died. I saw you fall and I thought he’d killed you.”

Oh, shit.

He needed to hug her.

“I’m sorry I scared you, sweetie. I’m fine. It was just a graze.”

“I know. Just a graze.” She kept her gaze down as she undid her belt.

Suddenly, the door beside her opened and she screamed, falling into the footwell of the car.

“Bunny?” the Fox said, sounding shocked. “What’s wrong?”

“I . . . I’m okay. Y-you just scared me.”

“We just weren’t paying attention and you caught us by surprise,” Brody told him.

“You should always be paying attention,” the Fox scolded them.

He was right. Especially with what just happened.

“I’m sorry,” Brody apologised.

“Me too,” Autumn added.

“I just . . . I need the two of you safe. That means always being aware of your surroundings. You need to listen to me. Especially when it comes to your safety. Let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

Brody remembered the Fox’s threat and his ass clenched. Fuck. Having a belt applied to his ass? Yeah, he really wasn’t looking forward to that.

But he’d likely earned it.

He should have trusted the Fox to take care of things.

Ouch. Yep. He might have just earned himself a painful punishment for no good reason.

That really sucked.

Brody took Autumn’s hand, standing next to her as they reached the door. The Fox glanced at them and nodded in satisfaction, shielding them both.

Not that Hack would harm them. Brody squeezed her hand. “You’ll like Hack. He has a treasure chest for Littles when they’ve hurt themselves.”

“I’m not hurt though.”

Maybe not physically.

The door suddenly opened and Hack stared out at them. He looked pale, with dark marks under his eyes. Had he been working long hours lately? Brody frowned with concern. Was anyone looking out for him?

Hack’s gaze took in the Fox. Brody wondered what he thought as he stared at him. Even though he was in disguise with extra wrinkles, blue contacts, and messy white-blond hair under a baseball cap with a fake gut over his pants, all Brody ever saw was the man underneath.

Hack moved his gaze to Brody. “Fuck. Get in here.” He reached out to grab hold of Brody and the Fox snapped his hand out, encircling Hack’s wrist.

“No touching unless I say so.”

They all froze.

Okay, he’d known the Fox was on edge. He probably should have anticipated this. But he’d agreed to bring Brody here.

“Easy,” Brody said. “He has to touch me to help fix my arm.”

“But he’s not fixing your arm now.”

They were all at a standoff, until Autumn, bless her, moved to the Fox’s side. The Fox turned his glare from Hack to glance down at her.

“Are you a good doctor?” she asked.

The Fox slowly let go of Hack, watching as his arm dropped, before he tucked Autumn in against him.

Hack’s demeanour softened as he took her in.

“Hello there. I hope I am.”

“You’ll make sure Brody is okay?”

“I will.”

“Hack, this is Autumn, and the Fox, of course. Now that we know each other, could we go inside? I’m cold, sore, and tired.”

Everyone gave him a concerned look.

“Of course, come in.”

The Fox walked in first with Autumn following, her hand firmly in his.

Hack eyed Brody worriedly.

“I’m good,” he reassured him. “It’s just a scratch. It doesn’t need more than a Band-Aid.”

He hoped. Because he wasn’t sure how he’d do with stitches. Likely cry. That would be embarrassing.

Don’t be such a wimp, Brody

“Just a scratch? Who is the doctor here?” Hack grumbled, leading them into the kitchen where he had some things laid out on the table.

Hack drew out a chair, holding it for Brody. “Sit.”

The Fox let out a warning noise. “Do not speak to him like he’s a dog.”

Autumn peeked out from behind Fox, peering around nervously. She sent him a wobbly smile before disappearing again.

Brody wasn’t upset with her. Stress tended to make her anxious.

Hack stepped back from Brody, letting out a slow breath. “This isn’t going to work if you don’t let me take care of him.”

“You can take care of him. But you’ll move slowly and you won’t speak to him like that.”

Considering how much the Fox liked to order him around, it was a bit ironic that he was objecting to Hack doing something similar. But he guessed he understood.

Brody belonged to the Fox.

And the Fox belonged to him.

“All right,” Hack said in a low voice.

Shit. Had he made a mistake in insisting that they come here?

“Sorry,” he whispered to Hack.

Hack stared down at him. “Why are you sorry?”

“I asked the Fox to bring me here because I wanted you to take care of me. But I didn’t mean to make things hard for you.”


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