Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

It was like she’d entered the Twilight Zone. Where all her dreams had come true. Well, except for a bad guy threatening her, scraping her knees and hands, encountering a pair of women-beating jerks and bruising her. Otherwise, yeah, dream come true.

“Abby? Abby.”

She blinked, stared down at Kent who was watching her with some concern mixed in with his amusement now.

“Yes?”

“Shower, baby,” he said to her gently.

“Right...shower...yes.”

“You want me to come help you?”

That shocked her out of her dreamy state. “No!”

“Well, you better get to it, or I’m goin

g to think you need my help.”

She saw his grin before she swiftly turned away and practically raced into the bathroom. Then she realized she didn’t have her pajamas and opened the door, walking into her bedroom to grab some things.

When the bathroom door was safely closed and locked, she leaned against it to catch her breath.

Wow. Just wow.

LITTLE THING SURE WAS rattled.

His amusement faded as he set the remote down. He didn’t intend to just sit here and watch television. He was used to Abby freezing up around him, stuttering her words. Once she’d nearly dropped a whole plate of food in his lap. Luckily, he’d seen what was about to happen and had snatched it safely out of her hands.

Yeah, he rattled her. And in some ways, he liked that. Liked that he could so easily read every expression on her face. She didn’t know how to hold back. He knew she was attracted to him. Every time he touched her, her breathing sped up, her body grew tense. When she’d been staring at him before, he knew she was a million miles away. In Abby-land.

He guessed Abby-land was a better place for her to be than her reality.

He really wanted to change that. He groaned and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. What was he thinking? What was he doing? He couldn’t lead Abby on. She wasn’t the type of woman he was looking for.

Because he was pretty certain she was a Little.

He’d never thought of himself as a Daddy Dom. Not like Clint or Bear. He’d never been involved with a Little. He wasn’t the kind of guy who could nurture and guide her. Not like a Daddy. He didn’t even know if she knew what she was. If she knew anything about BDSM or age play.

Nope, getting involved with her wouldn’t work. And she definitely wasn’t a one-night type of girl.

Why was he so attracted to her? Why was he even here? He could have driven her home, walked her to her door and left. He could have insisted she go with that paramedic who hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. He clenched his hands at the memory.

You’ve got no business being jealous.

He also had no business making demands on her. He knew some of his comments could have been misleading. Where had that stuff about the booster seat come from? He’d obviously spent too much time around Clint and Charlie.

Step back. Cool things down.

He’d already gone too far, telling her about what sort of relationship he desired. No doubt she was completely confused by his comments. But he wanted to see if he could get past the layer of defenses she had up. With time, he could get her used to his touch, his presence and she might open up. Then he’d see the true Abby. He’d gotten glimpses of her. Flashes of her sense of humor. And after the way she’d come to Eden’s defense, he could now see her courage.

She was far too brave for his peace of mind.

Crap. This whole night had turned into an absolute shit-storm. Although he was damn glad that Eden had called him and not Clint. Mind you, that was a given. He knew she was expecting him to intervene between the two of them.

Clint was going to be pissed.

And he had every right to be. Eden had no business being at that bar, where the worst scum of the state hung out. And neither did Abby. He was dying to know what she had been doing there. He’d see if Eden could shed any light on that.