Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)
She sighed. “No, you’re right it was. I just...I really don’t know what you see in me.”
“I’m going to have to show you, then aren’t I? I’m going to make you see what I see when I look at you. Someone who is sweet. Kind. Brave. Caring. Beautiful.”
He could practically feel her squirm, knew she wouldn’t be comfortable with his praise, especially with the last part. Guilt stirred. Maybe he should give her more space. More time.
“Sweetheart, if you need me to back off, if I’m coming on too strong, if you want me to give you complete space—”
“No,” she interrupted hastily. “No, you were right. Too much space and time and I’ll overthink it all. I’ve done a bit of research. I need to know if this is what I need. I’ve never really been interested in men or sex. I’ve never, uhh...”
“Had anal sex,” he said, taking pity on her.
“Yeah. That.”
Jesus, she was cute. He smiled. “I’m glad.”
“You are?” she asked, surrounding surprised.
“Yeah, because it means I get to show you how good it is. All of it. I get to prepare you properly to take my cock in your ass.”
“Jeez, I can’t believe the things you say to me.”
He laughed. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Yeah, maybe in ten years.”
He heard her suck in a breath as though just realizing what she’s said. “I didn’t mean that...that we’d be together in ten years, I mean
that would be nice...oh lord, shut up, Abby.”
He felt the laughter rumble up from his gut and he let go. It was the first time in a long time he’d laughed so freely. And it felt great. It felt like a load of tension had come off his shoulders.
“You should do that more often,” she said quietly.
“What’s that?”
“Laugh. It’s a good laugh.”
“Thank you, baby. And for the record, ten years sounds like a good start to me. And now, before I scare you off completely, I’m going to say good night. You okay, now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His cock stirred as she called him Sir in her slightly husky voice.
“Good night, sweetheart. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“Good night.”
SHE CLOSED THE CAR door quietly. If Max was asleep, then the last thing she wanted to do was wake him. He seemed to spend every day sleeping then he was awake all night, eating her food and monopolizing her T.V.
Asshole.
She was tired, she was grumpy and she just wanted her house back. It was horrible when you dreaded going home. She never knew what sort of mood she’d find him in. Mostly, she spent all her time in her bedroom.
How long he was planning on staying? At some stage, he had to go right? That asshole would be back soon and she still didn’t know what to say. She’d was on edge, unable to eat. She’d barely slept these past few days.
The only thing getting her through each day was the phone calls she got every night from Kent. Had it only been two days since he’d told her that he wanted to explore things further with her? Since he’d pinned her to the front door and kissed her?
That was crazy. Sometimes it felt like she’d known him forever. He was amazing. They talked about mundane things like how their days had gone, to their desires and needs. She’d never talked about any of that stuff with anyone before.