Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

Grr. Sometimes he made her so mad! Part of her was telling her to give in to him. That she didn’t want to ever make him regret their relationship. She wasn’t a person who usually enjoyed fighting. She preferred to make people happy not mad.

But this was too important.

“Fifteen,” he said warningly.

She couldn’t believe how unreasonable he was being. But she found herself stomping over to the corner. Last thing she wanted was for it to turn to twenty. She pressed her nose to the corner.

“Stick that bottom out.”

She pushed her ass out, feeling herself growing red as she realized the sight she must make. She was naked. She still had the plug in from earlier. She hadn’t cleaned up from their love-making. She stood there in the corner and fumed, her mind racing for a way to make him see reason.

She had to go with him. This was her mess. No way was she letting him go fight her battles for her. It was tempting to let him do that. She was way out of her comfort zone. But Mr. Markovich wanted her there. What if he got angry with Kent if she wasn’t with him? She didn’t know what she would do if something happened to him.

“Abby, come here.”

Okay, his voice was as cold as she’d ever heard it and she shivered slightly. Turning, she watched him with trepidation.

“Are you mad at me, Daddy?” she asked in a small voice.

He was sitting on the bed, watching her. Suddenly he sighed. “I’m not mad, baby girl. Come here.”

The look on his face was now softer. And she practically raced over, banging into him and sending him flying backwards onto the mattress with her sprawled on top of his chest.

“Sorry,” she breathed out.

He chuckled and ran a hand through her hair. “I can always count on you to make me smile.”

“You should have told me about the meeting before now, Kent,” she said seriously.

He sat up, settled her on his lap. “You’re right,” he replied surprising her. “I was trying to protect you.”

“I know you were. You always protect me. But there are some things I need to do or know about. You can’t shelter me from everything.”

“I can try,” he muttered.

“Kent,” she said cajoling. “I love being your Little and your sub, but that doesn’t mean I want to be completely shut off from the rest of the world. It doesn’t mean I need you to solve all of my problems.”

“You’re out of your depth with this one.”

“I know I am. Which is why I’m lucky to have you. I still want to go. I’ll do exactly what you say. I just, I’d be a mess worrying about you.”

He huffed a breath. “Who knew you could be so stubborn?” He didn’t sound happy but she got the feeling she was winning.

“All right, you can come. But before you get excited, you won’t be leaving the truck. You’ll have a bodyguard the entire time. You will do exactly as they say, because they’re going to have my permission to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, understand?”

She understood it was as good as she was going to get. “All right.”

SHE GLANCED AROUND at the group gathered in what they called the command room. It basically looked like a meeting room in any generic building. There were about a dozen desks and chairs, as well as a projector mounted to the ceiling.

Or it would have seemed like any other meeting room, if not for the group of badasses filling it. She stared at them, totally floored. It was like they sucked all the air from the room with their manliness. There were only four of them plus Kent, but it felt like there were way more.

She recognized Zeke but she hadn’t met the other three men. One had very dark hair with hints of silver, a body that was thick with muscle and had an intense focus about him that made you wonder what would happen if he ever aimed that focus on you.

She shivered at the thought.

Yikes.

But if she’d thought that guy was big, the next one had him beat and then some. He towered over the others, his biceps had to be thicker than her thighs and that was saying something. His dark skin was smooth and gorgeous and he kept his hair closely shaved.