Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“We’re going to get you a few things to help you relax,” he told her.

“I don’t need anything. I want to go home. I mean, your home.”

“You were right the first time, it’s your home too.” He undid his seatbelt.

“I’ll wait here.” She didn’t want to deal with people right now. She didn’t want to adult right now. She bit her lip, she wished she knew how to free her Little. She wished she could ask Kent for help doing that.

She didn’t realize she was chewing on her thumbnail until Kent rescued it from her mouth.

“You’re not waiting here. You’re not leaving my sight. Come on. You’re so stressed you’re going to make yourself sick.”

He climbed out of the truck then came around and didn’t give her any choice but to get down. She dragged her feet as they went into the store, but he didn’t seem to notice or if he did, he didn’t say anything. He kept a tight hold of her hand as they walked inside.

“Stay close to my side,” he ordered her as he picked up a basket, letting go of her hand. He moved down the aisle, picking up a few items and putting them in the basket. There were hair ties, bubble bath, bath toys. Things she might have been more interested if she had the energy to spare.

They reached the aisle filled with nail polish and she stopped, staring at the colors. It had been a while since she’d painted her nails. She didn’t notice Kent getting further away.

“Abby? Abby!” She heard him call out.

She turned to him, surprised to see worry and a bit of anger in his face. “What?”

“What did I tell you about sticking by my side?” He gave her several sharp taps on the ass that made her jump. They stung, but didn’t really hurt. However, they did cut through the fog in her head.

“Kent!” She glanced around, thankfully they seemed to be on their own. “You can’t do that in here.”

“Who is in charge?”

Oh shit.

“You are. But we’re in public!”

“If you’re naughty then I’m going to address that where and when I see fit.”

“I’m...I’m sorry I was just looking at the nail polishes.”

He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “Just stay with me, okay? Here, you hold this basket then I can have a free hand to hold yours.”

He led her around the store, adding a few nail polishes to the basket she held. By the time they reached his truck, she was yawning. He helped her inside, doing up her belt.

“Close your eyes, baby. Try to get a bit of rest. I was going to put you down for a nap today, but it’s so late now I’ll just put you to bed early.”

“I don’t need to go to bed early!” She was slightly surprised at the childish note to her voice.

“Well, luckily, you don’t decide things like that. I do. Close your eyes. Rest.”

She sighed and obediently closed her eyes. Images of Max rushed through her mind, each one more terrifying than the last. She opened her eyes with a gasp.

“Abby-girl? What is it?”

“I can’t rest. When I close my eyes, I keep thinking about every bad thing that could be happening to Max. I mean, I know he brought it all on himself, but he’s still my brother. I don’t want him to get hurt or die.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart.” He squeezed her thigh. “You can’t keep thinking about it or you will drive yourself insane.”

“It’s hard not to think about it.” She rubbed at her temples.

“Headache?” he asked.

“Little bit.”