Fox, Brody, and Autumn
The Fox carried a sleepy Autumn into their house.
“Time for bed.”
“Nooo,” she grumbled. “I’m not ready for the night to be over. It was so much fun. Can’t we do something else?”
“Something else?” he asked. “What would you like to do, Bunny?”
“How about some hot chocolates and stargazing?” Brody suggested.
Not what he was imagining, but all right. Hot chocolates and stargazing it was.
Fifteen minutes later, both Brody and Autumn had a hot chocolate in their hands, with plenty of whipped cream. He’d put them into travel mugs so they didn’t spill.
As they walked through the woods, the Fox kept hold of each of their hands. Brody, thankfully, only tripped twice and, miraculously, managed to keep hold of his hot chocolate.
They didn’t have an outdoor area as such. He didn’t want to leave any trace of where he lived. But they walked through the forest to a raised clearing so they could see the stars above them.
He’d insisted that Brody and Autumn dress warmly, and he’d also brought several blankets in a bag that he was carrying on his back.
The Fox set out one blanket on the ground.
“Sit,” he told them.
Brody tried to sit without using his free hand and nearly fell backward. Autumn let out a startled giggle as the Fox quickly helped him right himself.
“Oops, thanks. Sorry, Papa,” Brody said quietly.
“No problem, Pup. I’ll always catch you.” Leaning down, he kissed the top of his head. He was totally acing this nurturing stuff. He didn’t know how some people got it so wrong.
Idiots.
“Now, I’ve also got some other blankets.” He set them out over their laps. “Warm enough?”
“Yep,” Brody said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
“Daddy, are you sure you don’t want any hot chocolate?” Autumn asked, offering him her mug.
He shook his head. “No, I’m good. Thank you, Bunny. So you both had a good day?”
“It was so much fun,” Autumn said. “Well, maybe not the cupcake fight. I didn’t want my cupcake to end up smushed.”
“I understand that,” Brody said. “Your cupcake was a work of art.”
“Oh, thanks, Brody-bear,” she said. “I really liked doing that. Maybe I should try baking my own cakes and decorating them. I could make a Fox cake.”
“Hmm, not sure I like the idea of you using the oven on your own,” the Fox told her. “Daddy would have to supervise.”
“Silly Daddy, I wouldn’t set the house on fire.”
“Best not to take any chances.”
“I better not help,” Brody muttered. “I probably would set the house on fire.”
Autumn giggled as the Fox sat on the blanket. Immediately, both of his babies snuggled into his sides. He wrapped his arms around them, and they all took a few minutes to stare up at the twinkling stars.
To his surprise, instead of settling in to drink their hot chocolates, it seemed that they really weren’t feeling tired.
At all.
Autumn started kissing along his chin, putting her drink aside to kneel and take his lips in a kiss that made him groan.
Fuck.
His cock stirred. He’d never thought he would enjoy being touched like this.
Not until he met the two of them.
Brody undid his pants and reached down under his boxers to grab the Fox’s cock.
Fuck.
That felt amazing. Even if Brody’s hand was as cold as ice.
“You should have worn gloves,” the Fox said.
“Sorry, I’ll warm it up.” Brody tried to withdraw his hand, but the Fox grabbed hold, stilling it.
“No, keep it there. It’s warming up. But I don’t want either of you getting cold. We can go inside.”
“But we want to suck your cock outside under the stars,” Autumn told him.
“Please,” Brody groaned as they managed to tug off his pants and boxers before kneeling between his parted legs.
The Fox had always prided himself on his control and strength. But he lost both when faced with their mouths on his dick.
So as the distant sound of fireworks pounded in the background, he gave in.
Because he always wanted them to have exactly what they wanted.
Happy Fourth of July from the Fox and the rest of the crew!
Don’t forget that Daddy’s Trust comes out July 15th.