“Come along, we’re late. I don’t like to be late. You miss things when you’re late. It’s always better to be early. The early bird catches the worm. Although Brody had the worm this morning. Not really a worm. More of a snake. An anaconda.”
“Are you calling your dick an anaconda?” Brody asked.
The Fox helped Brody into his seat first, pulling the seatbelt across and checking that it was working. Then he led Autumn around to the other side. She had a special car seat. Grasping her around the waist he lifted her into the seat, buckling her in before getting into the driver’s seat.
He turned to them both. “Now, would I call my dick that?”
“Yes,” they both answered.
Damn right he would.
“Well, what would the two of you call it?” he asked as he drove toward Ink and Betsy’s house. “A hotdog? A hose? No, I’m not sure I like it being called a hose, Brody. Yeah, don’t call it a hose.”
“I didn’t call it a hose,” Brody pointed out. “You did.”
“What about you, Bunny? What would you call my cock?” he asked
“Delicious,” Autumn said quietly.
“Good answer,” the Fox drawled. “You just might get to come tonight, now.”
“I wasn’t going to get to come?” Autumn asked. “That doesn’t seem very nice.”
“Well, you were just punished,” the Fox told her.
He looked in the rearview mirror to see her shifting around in her special seat. Obviously, her bottom was still tender from her spanking.
“Now what are the rules while we’re out of the house?” the Fox asked.
“We are to stay in your eyesight at all times,” Autumn repeated. “And if you have to leave, we stick by Duke or Ink.”
“I don’t see why I have to,” Brody said. “I go to work on my own.”
“I always have eyes on you, though,” the Fox told him as he drew up outside Ink and Betsy’s house. “Remember, I’m always watching.”
4
INK AND BETSY
Betsy ran around trying to find more plates. Where were the rest of the paper plates? She was certain she’d bought plenty of them. But she seemed to be short.
Not good. Not good at all.
She was the hostess. She was meant to be prepared for everything, not running around like an idiot looking for more plates.
Betsy searched through the storage closet, the kitchen cupboards, heck she even checked under the bed. Where the heck were they? Then she raced through the house toward the garage. Maybe she’d left a packet in the trunk of the car. Before she could reach the garage, though, Ink stepped out of his office and grasped hold of her, pulling her close to him.
“Ink! Everyone is going to be here soon! Let me go. I’ve got to finish getting ready.”
Instead of letting her go, he picked her up in his arms and carried her through the house. He walked into the kitchen where Baron, Royal, and Zippy were all sitting at the island, having a snack.
“What are you all doing snacking?” Betsy asked. “We’re about to have a barbecue!”
The boys shrugged.
“We’ll still eat, Ma,” Baron told her. “We’re growing boys.” They both patted their stomachs at the same time.
“And I’m a growing girl!” Zippy said. “But I probably won’t eat any of that barbecue stuff. I’ve decided to be a vegetarian.”
