Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies, #3)

by Roberts, Laylah

  “I wasn’t lying.”

  “That’s two,” he said in a low voice.

  “Two what?”

  “Two lies.”

  “Well, technically, I think that would be one as they’re interwoven,” she slammed her hand across her mouth. Thankfully the uninjured one. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that.

  “So, you admit that is a lie. If you were mine, you’d be lying over that porch railing right now, your pants down at your feet getting your ass spanked.”

  “I...I...you wouldn’t!” But she knew he would. It wasn’t the first time he’d brought spanking up. And since then, she’d been doing a bit of research. “Are you...are you into BDSM?”

  “I am,” he replied. “What do you know about BDSM?”

  “I watched all the Fifty Shades movies.”

  “All right. Guess that’s a start. Although you know that’s a movie, not real life.”

  “I know.” Although sometimes the two things became intertwined in her world. All she had was movies and T.V. shows. “You tie women up and whip them.”

  “Shit. This is not the conversation I came here to have.”

  “Sorry.” She blushed bright red. “I can’t believe I asked you that. That was very personal. Forget I said anything.”

  “No... it’s not that I don’t want to tell you about all of that. But not now. I don’t want to scare you away.”

  Scare her away? What did that mean?

  “Abby? Abby, are you all right?” he asked, concern on his face.

  “Of course.” She smiled brightly.

  He sighed. “That’s three.”

  She scowled at him. “You are not spanking me.”

  “Not without your agreement, no. But when I have that, you’re in a lot of trouble, little one.”

  Again, with the little reference. “Well, you won’t get that.”

  “We’ll see,” he said mysteriously. “If everything is all right then how come we’re out here on your porch? Can we go inside?”

  “No!” She jumped forward, in front of the door.

  He raised his eyebrows. “Everything is fine, huh?”

  Shit. Way to act cool, Abby.

  “Yes, it is. But the house is a mess. I’m spring cleaning. I don’t want you going in there right now.”

  “Baby, your house is neat as a pin, you don’t have enough stuff to spring clean.”

  Why did she like it so much when he called her baby?

  “Well, I’ve pulled everything from the cupboards and it’s a pigsty.”

  He gave her a disbelieving look.

  What to say to keep him out? “I’ve been sorting through my bras and I don’t want you to see them.”

  She winced. Hell, where had that come from?

  He grinned. “Your bras, huh? Sweetheart, I’m far past the age where the sight of a bra sends me into a lust-filled craze. Now, I’m pretty fond of taking bras off,” he ran his gaze over her ample chest, “but I can assure you that you don’t have to be embarrassed about me seeing them.”

  Her heart raced. His eyes grew hot. Hungry. She had to be wrong about that, right? He wasn’t interested in her. He’d made that perfectly clear the other night when he’d told her how much he regretted that kiss.

  It was a mistake.

  “Abby, let me in,” he said in a low, commanding voice. She actually moved before she caught herself. Damn, his voice was potent. She wished she had that superpower.

  She shook her head.

  He raised both eyebrows this time. And the look on his face...well, she was surprised she was strong enough to refuse him. Only the thought of Max sitting on her sofa and what he might do to Kent kept her from capitulating.

  “Why are you here, Kent?” she asked quietly. “I thought with the way things ended the other night...” Her gaze slid away, unable to meet his eyes.

  He tipped up her chin. “That’s why I’m here. I made a mistake.”

  “Another one,” she said before she could stop herself.

  Kent sighed. “I confess, I’m not a man used to making mistakes often. In my line of work a mistake can be a dangerous thing. But I did make one the other night with you. I reacted badly when I called myself daddy and I—”

  “Wait. What?”

  Red filled his cheeks and she stared at him in amazement, unable to believe that he could blush.

  “Are you...are you saying that’s why you stopped? Why you said all that stuff about the kiss being a mistake? Because you called yourself my daddy? But isn’t that just something some men say during...well...”

  Like she’d know with her lack of experience.

  He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “For some men, sure. But for me it had a deeper sort of meaning. It meant a role that I wasn’t sure that I wanted to take.” He sighed. “I’m messing this up. Have you ever heard of a Daddy Dom?”

  She frowned, shaking her head.

  “All right. So, you kind of know what a Dom is.” He raised his eyebrows and she nodded. “Well, a Daddy Dom is a certain type of Dom. They take on a more nurturing role with their submissive partner. There is no one type, of course. Each relationship takes a different path. A Daddy Dom isn’t a father, but they can take a parental role. They can be a protector, nurturer, can guide and love. They can set rules and boundaries for their Little to help them.”

  “How little is a Little? Did that make any sense?”

  He shrugged. “That depends on the person. Some Littles enjoy wearing diapers and using pacifiers and some like playing, coloring, like I said, there’s no one mold everyone has to fit into.”

  She wondered if some like building forts and cuddling soft toys at night. So, did all of this mean...

  “You’re a Daddy Dom?” she whispered.

  “That’s a tricky question. I didn’t think I was. I’ve never felt that urge to play with a Little. I didn’t think I had it in me. As a SEAL I was often out of the country. Even now, I travel a lot. I didn’t think it was fair to get into a relationship with a Little. I didn’t see it as something I needed. Then I kissed you the other night.”

  Her breath caught. She gaped up at him. She felt her cheeks heat. “I’m not a Little.

  “Oh, baby. You so totally are.”

  “I don’t...I can’t...”

  “It’s a lot to process. I know. But sweetheart, that kiss the other night, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I know I acted badly afterwards. I had to get my head on straight. I thought it was unfair of me to start anything with you when I couldn’t be what you need. But I had it pointed out to me that maybe I’m just coming to realize what it is I really want and need. These past few days, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

  He studied her for a moment. “I get that you probably have a lot of questions. Maybe we could go inside so I could answer them.”

  Yes. Wait. No. She shook her head.

  Disappointment flashed over his face. Her stomach tightened into a knot. Oh hell, she didn’t want to disappoint him. She wanted to see him smile. He smiled a lot, but it didn’t always reach his eyes. She wanted to give him that.

  But...Max.

  Stupid Max. He ruined everything. But maybe he didn’t have to ruin this?

  Yeah, and how was she going to have something with Kent with all the other shit in her life? It wasn’t fair to drag him into that. Even though she longed to tell him it all. She still felt sick from her encounter with Max then the man in the parking lot.

  “I just...I’ve got a really bad headache right now and it’s making it hard for me to take this all in.”

  “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you say?” He reached around to rub her neck and immediately the tension in her head eased. Even as tension grew in other areas. Oh hell, she had to get rid of him before she did something crazy and invite him inside.

  “Could you give me some time? I just need some time to myself to think this through.”

  He stared into her eyes. It was intense
. And she got the feeling he could see through her layers to the truth below.

  Crap, she hoped not.

  “You’re sure there’s nothing else going on? Macca said you were acting strange before.”

  “I’m fine. I just...you know...bras everywhere,” she said lamely.

  “Abby,” he said warningly.

  “I’m just really tired,” she told him truthfully.

  “You still have my card?”

  “Yes.” She winced as she thought of Max hiding out in her house. She thought Kent would probably consider that something she should have called him about.

  “Good. This is what I want you to do. Go inside, get into your pajamas. Take some pain killers and a big glass of water than have a nap. When is your bedtime?”

  She shrugged. “Oh, anytime I feel like it.”

  “Not anymore.” He continued to rub her neck as he spoke and it felt so good. “I’m going to give you some time to think this all through. Do some research. Really think about what you want. Because there is something between us. I want both parts of you. And I think this is worth pursuing. But I’m not going to leave you completely alone. One, because I’m worried you might talk yourself out of this with too much time to think. Two, because I want you to have a small taste of the sort of relationship I’m talking about. I can also give you Charlie or Ellie’s number if you want to speak to them.”

  “They’re Littles?” she whispered.

  “Yes. But that’s something private, understand?” he said sternly.

  “Oh, I would never tell anyone.”

  “Good. So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to give me your phone number. I’m going to call you each night at nine. I want you in your PJs, teeth brushed and ready for bed. I’ll tuck you in over the phone and say goodnight.”

  “What? Nine? I can’t go to bed at nine. Most of my shows don’t start until eight-thirty or later. Even when I’m not working a late shift, I don’t usually go to bed until at least eleven.”

  “Your shows?”

  She bit at her thumbnail. “My ah, T.V. shows.”

  He appeared slightly amused. “Just how many T.V. shows do you watch?”

  Now that was a question she didn’t want to answer. She shrugged.

  “Hmm. Well, you’ll just have to record any shows that you can’t miss to watch the next day,” he told her. “Because nine is your new bedtime.”

  “And is that your bedtime?”

  He ran his thumb across her lower lip. “You’re adorable when you pout. And no, it’s not. But I’m not exhausted from working too much and going to bed too late.”

  Well, she thought that was debatable. He seemed like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

  “And I’m not the Little in this relationship. Daddy is in charge. I make the rules. And I enforce them. Just remember that before you go breaking any.”

  “But I...I haven’t agreed to any of this.”

  “No. And if you decide this isn’t for you then we’ll re-evaluate.”

  Re-evaluate? Did that mean he’d walk away from her?

  “But I think it is. And I think they only way you’ll know for sure is to experience it. Just a small taste. There won’t be any punishment until you agree to this.”

  “So, if I broke that bedtime rule...”

  “Then I guess I’d just have to give you a stern lecture, wont I? You might find that worse.”

  Yeah, she wasn’t sure about that. “But how will you know?”

  “Oh, I will know. And I will keep track of infractions.”

  There was a deep, dark note to his voice that had a mix of trepidation and excitement filling her.

  “The next rule is one you already have but I want to say it again. I want your promise to call me if you need me. In fact, go get your cell and put my number in it now.”

  Nope. She couldn’t do that. Couldn’t risk him following her inside. “It’s dead.”

  He frowned. “All right. Then charge it, put my number in then text me so I have yours. I’ll expect your text within an hour.” He lowered his chin, staring at her sternly. “And Abby, don’t let it completely die again, understand?”

  “Yes.” A sir hovered on her lips, but she bit it back.

  “Good girl.”

  Her legs nearly gave out on her at those words. Then he leaned in, cupped the back of her head gently with his hand and kissed her. Oh boy, this kiss was even better than the other night. It started off slow. So gentle. Their lips brushed against one another. His were hot. He slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She opened her mouth obediently and he deepened the kiss. The scent of him wove a spell. The whole world faded away.

  There was just Kent.

  When he drew back, she found she was leaning shakily against the door, her legs trembling, feeling slightly dazed.

  “Yeah, definitely something there,” he muttered. “Just wish I’d seen it before.”

  Seen what before? She wasn’t sure what, but she liked the way he smiled at her, satisfaction and hunger on his face. She’d never had someone look at her like that.

  As though she was everything.

  “Remember to text me before you go have your nap. And I’ll call you tonight.” Then he turned away and walked down to his truck. She stared at his gorgeous ass, before he climbed into his truck with a wave.

  Somehow, she managed to wave back. She struggled desperately to remember how to walk. Finally, she managed to get herself inside. She felt like she was floating on a cloud. Nothing could get her down...

  And then she saw Max.

  And her world crashed to a halt.

  He grinned at her. It wasn’t a pleasant smile. “You always kiss men you don’t know that well?”

  Chapter Eleven

  She gave Max a dirty look. “You always spy on private conversations?” Just how much did he hear? He’d turned something amazing into something that felt dirty and wrong.

  “Of course. Never know what you might see or hear. Real kinky bastard, isn’t he? Sounds like they all fucking are.”

  “Max, you cannot tell anyone what you overheard.” Kent had made it clear what he told her was in private.

  Max snorted. “You don’t just blab out information, Abby. You keep it, you hoard it, and then you use it when it will get you the most gain.”

  What was he even talking about? Who was this man sitting on her couch, scratching his hairy armpit?

  “You can’t use that information against Kent,” she said firmly.

  He stood and stretched. Then he stared at her in a way that made her feel decidedly uncomfortable. “Didn’t peg you for being into stuff like that. Always thought you’d be a missionary-only-under-the-covers-with-the-lights-off type of chick.”

  “I’m not a chick. I’m your sister.”

  He shrugged as though that meant nothing. And probably to him, it didn’t. So why did she let it mean anything to her? Why did she keep bailing him out of shit? Letting him use her?

  Maybe because she was scared what would happen if she said no. That he’d turn on her.

  “Why did you even come here, Max? Isn’t this the first place those people will search for you?”

  “Where else would I go? Besides, this is place is so obvious they won’t look for me here. Like hiding in plain sight.”

  She wasn’t sure it was such a good idea.

  “You know he’s loaded, right?” Max appeared thoughtful. What was he planning?

  “Who?”

  He gave her an impatient look. “Jensen.”

  “I don’t know anything about his finances.”

  “You know, this is a good thing. Lure him in, get close to him. We might be able to use him to get hold of some of that cash.”

  She stared at him in horror. “I-I can’t do that.”

  Max glared at her. “Abby, I’m not fucking around here. These assholes, they won’t hesitate to hurt me. That jerk will be back. I need to leave and to do that I need cash. It’s n
ot like he’ll suffer. He’s got fuckloads of cash.”

  She noticed he didn’t say a thing about her. About her safety.

  “That doesn’t mean...I can’t do that.”

  Max took a threatening step towards her. To her shame, she moved back. This was not the boy she used to know. He’d grown harder. Meaner.

  Almost...evil.

  She couldn’t believe he thought she would do that to Kent. That she could do that to anyone.

  “Just do it, Abby. Pretend to go along with his sick games. Get him all hot for you and then we’ll work out a way for you to get your hands on his cash. Hell, we can always blackmail the sick bastard.”

  This couldn’t be happening. She would never do that, especially not to Kent. The best thing she could do was get rid of Max. “Listen, I have a little cash I could give you.”

  “I’m on the run, Abby. I need a lot of fucking cash. At least until I can cash in on what I have.”

  What did that mean?

  “These people that are after you, they’re going to notice you’re here eventually.”

  “Not if you keep your fucking mouth shut,” he told her threateningly.

  “You know I won’t say anything.” She didn’t ask him what happened in two days time when that man came back. She was terrified of the answer. Max flopped back onto the couch. He turned on a program about these people who drag-raced cars for money. She bit her lip, wanting to tell him that it was her T.V. and that and he wasn’t welcome here.

  That she had no intention of using Kent Jensen to extort money from him.

  But the throbbing in her hand and head prevented her from saying anything more. There was no point in making him angry. Not when she’d end up worse off for it. She just needed to sort out what the hell she was going to do.

  This was just all too much for her. And she really wished her biggest problem was the fact that she now seemed to have a bedtime.

  KENT USED HIS CREDIT card to pay for the pile of items in his cart. Shopping wasn’t really his thing. But Clint had given him the name of this website, and well, he’d seen so many cute things for Abby, he’d gone slightly overboard.

  He tapped his fingers against his desk as he remembered their conversation earlier today. He hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far too fast. It was why he’d stepped back and agreed to give her some time. He’d seen the shock on her face. Still, he hadn’t been able to resist instituting a few rules.