Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10)

by Laylah Roberts

  “I tried to bring everything I thought you might like. This one here isn’t in its packaging but I promise it’s brand new. It’s really good too because you can stick it to a flat surface like this counter.” She pressed the suction cup base to the counter. “And then it doesn’t even move. I mean, the ideas for this are endless. Stick to the side of the shower, the floor, a window, and go to town.”

  “Go to town, right. There’s definitely a good selection,” she muttered, feeling dazed.

  “I know! This is my favorite though.” Kiesha pointed to the curved vibrator. “But the rabbit is good too.” She picked up the first vibrator that Georgina had dragged out of the bag. “I mean, you can’t go wrong with a classic, right? I got you the one that has the anal stimulator even though I wasn’t sure if you were into ass play. Not everyone is. If I had your phone number, I could have asked you.”

  Georgina made a strangled noise. She couldn’t seem to speak. And she knew her face had to be bright red.

  “Well?” Kiesha pressed.

  Manners dictated that she thank her for the gift. But shoot . . . her mother had never covered what to do when someone raided a sex toy shop for you.

  “You . . . I . . . you shouldn’t have,” she said lamely. “All of this, it must have cost so much money . . .”

  “Pfft. Don’t worry about that. I used to host parties to sell sex toys. Was so much fun, only problem was, I kept spending my profit on the products. Anyway, these are leftovers.”

  “Wow. Is there anything you haven’t done?” she asked, staring at the woman in amazement.

  Kiesha’s face shut down. “Yes. There is heaps I haven’t done.”

  “I didn’t mean anything by that,” she said hesitantly, wondering what it was that she’d said that had insulted the other woman. “I just feel like I haven’t done anything at all with my life.”

  Kiesha’s face cleared. “But you’re an FBI agent, taking down the bad guys. I bet you’ve helped so many people. All I did was sell sex toys.”

  “And you were a paramedic.”

  “Huh? Oh yeah.” Kiesha laid all the toys out. “So what do you want? Or would you like all of them? I stopped on the way here and bought you the biggest bottle of lube that I could find. It’s frosted cupcake flavor. I bet it’s delicious. The guy serving me at Walmart gave me a few strange looks. Probably should have just gone to the store in town, but I didn’t think you’d want everyone knowing your business. Not that there’s anything wrong with using toys to take care of your needs. And there’s not much to do out here. What are you going to do all day? Figure these will keep you sane.”

  “Yes, uh, right, it’s just . . . I’m staying with Ed.”

  “Yeah, I know. What’s that got to do with anything? Oh, you don’t want him to know you have them? Some guys can be weird about that, huh? I don’t think Ed’s like that, though. But if you’re worried just use them when he’s not around.”

  “What if he walked in on me?”

  “Ask him to join in. But maybe wait five days, huh?”

  That was oddly specific.

  “I’m just not sure I could use these in someone else’s house. It doesn’t feel right.”

  “Keep’em anyway. I reckon you’ll get bored enough to give them a go. I also got you a really big box of batteries from Walmart too. Oh, and these antibacterial wipes. Always clean your sex toys after every use. Very important. You don’t want any infections.”

  Right. No wonder the clerk gave her a strange look. Big box of batteries. Big bottle of frosted cupcake lube. Anti-bacterial wipes.

  Georgina knew her cheeks were really red by now.

  “Now, what else did I bring you? It wasn’t just sex toys. Oh, here you are. Some magazines with half-naked men featured in them.” She dragged out several magazines.

  “You got these from Walmart too, huh?”

  She felt faint. Seriously. Could her face grow any hotter?

  “Yep. I also bought you some sanitary products. Didn’t know when you were due for your red demon, but I figured this way you didn’t have to ask Ed to get them for you. Might be a bit embarrassing.”

  More embarrassing than using sex toys in his house?

  “Also got you some pain killers, a heat pad, and some chocolate.”

  Everything was now laid out on the counter.

  “Kiesha, this is really kind of you.”

  Kiesha just shrugged. “What sort of bestie would I be if I didn’t supply you with sex toys, lube, and tampons?”

  Georgina couldn’t help it, she started to giggle. Kiesha stared at her for a long moment. “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. I’ve just never had a friend. And I think I really lucked out finding you.”

  Kiesha smiled. “You haven’t seen the best thing yet! Cupcakes! The real one’s not flavored lube.”

  “Ooh.” Georgina clapped her hands as Kiesha produced a small box of sugary, iced goodness.

  “Ed never has anything good in the house.” Kiesha opened the box and Georgina took one, setting it on the counter. “How are you supposed to recover while eating healthy food?”

  Her phone started ringing and she sighed, setting the cupcake down. “I better go get that.”

  She was walking down the passage to the bedroom to grab her phone when the front door opened. Her heart stopped for a second. Then Ed walked in and shut the door. His gaze pierced hers. “Where is she?” he grumbled as he took off his boots.

  “Um, who?” she asked lamely.

  He pointed at her. “No lying. I know she’s here. Her scooter is out front. Which she’s also in trouble for riding on in this weather. Kiesha!”

  “Oh shit!” They heard from the kitchen.

  Then Georgina remembered the plethora of sex toys laid out on the counter. Turning, she tried to run down the passage but gasped in pain as her foot protested.

  Suddenly, she was swept off her feet and pressed against a heavily muscled chest.

  Oh fudgsicles!

  “Ed, could you take me to get my phone?” she asked desperately, hoping Kiesha would pack up all the toys before he saw them. But this was Kiesha, who knew what she would do?

  “In a minute. First, I have to deal with Kiesha.” He stepped into the kitchen where Kiesha stood, staring at him with a disgruntled look on her face.

  “Damn, I figured you’d be at least another hour,” she grumbled.

  Ed didn’t answer. Because he’d come to a stop. And he was staring down at the kitchen counter, filled with sex toys.

  “It’s not what it looks like,” she said, struggling to get free from his hold.

  “No?”

  “No, uhh, see, Kiesha brought these over because she had them left over from when she used to sell them and, umm, she thought that . . . I mean . . . she was worried . . . and I guess she thought . . . I mean, I’ve never used anything . . . I didn’t bring . . . Oh Lord, just beam me up now.”

  Both Ed and Kiesha were staring at her. Yep, she was bright red again.

  “Can you please put me down?” she asked Ed in a strangled voice.

  He set her down on the kitchen stool. “I’ll just pack these all up.” She grabbed for the rubber dildo with the suction cup at the bottom of it. But it was still stuck to the countertop. And it wouldn’t come free. She wrapped both hands around it, tugging urgently. “Wow, this thing is really stuck, huh? I just need to pull it a bit more.”

  “Sure you do,” Ed said in a strangled voice.

  Suddenly the thing came unstuck and she flew backward, the dildo still held in her right hand. She landed against a solid mass of muscle, her arms shooting up and her hand that held the dildo . . .

  Landed right in Ed’s face.

  “Shit!” he swore.

  “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” she said as he righted her, putting her back on the stool.

  She stared up at him in consternation as he rubbed at his eye.

  Kiesha started giggling. “Bet that’s the first time you’ve ever been g
iven a black eye from a rubber dildo, boss man.”

  “I’m so sorry, are you okay? Does your eye hurt? Here, let me get you something to put on it.” Georgina slid off the stool.

  “Nope.” He grabbed her and plopped her back on the stool. “Stay put.” He glared down at her from his good eye.

  “But your eye!” She reached up with her hand to touch the side of his face. But he quickly grasped hold of her hand.

  “How about we put the dildo down, okay?”

  Oh, God! She was still holding the rubber dildo. She dropped it hastily. “Sorry.”

  “Here ya go, boss man. Might help stop you from getting a black eye. Black eye by rubber dildo is going to be hard to explain at work.” Kiesha handed over a packet of frozen peas with a giggle.

  “Thanks,” Ed said dryly.

  “I really am sorry,” she told him.

  “I know,” he replied, placing a hand on her back and rubbing. “It’s all right. No harm. Although, I would like to know why there is a bunch of sex toys on my kitchen counter?”

  Kiesha shrugged. “Thought Georgina might get bored all the way out here while she’s recovering.”

  “So you brought her sex toys?”

  “Yep.”

  “Makes perfect sense,” he muttered. “Kiesha, what are you doing here?”

  Georgina tried to pack up the rest of the stuff, but he moved his hand to the back of her neck, squeezing. “Leave it.”

  “I came over to see my bestie. I needed to make sure she was all right and bring her a care pack.”

  “A care pack? Which consists of sex toys, dirty magazines, a big bottle of lube, batteries, anti-bacterial wipes, pain killers, a heat pad, chocolate, and tampons.” He spun Georgina around until she was facing him then placed his finger under her chin, tilting her face up. “Why didn’t you tell me it was that time of the month? I would have gotten you everything you needed when I went out yesterday.”

  “It’s not that time of the month,” she squeaked out.

  “Wow, that was really sweet of you, boss man. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

  “To what? Buy sanitary products?”

  “Some men act like they’re going to infect them with some horrible venereal disease or something,” Kiesha said. “I brought them just in case. A girl needs to be prepared for anything. Anyhoo, I’ve got to go, I’ve got work to do.”

  Ed glared over at Kiesha. “Which is where you should be instead of here.”

  “I needed to check on Georgie.”

  “Which you could have done after work,” he pointed out. “Instead, you called me into work to get me out of the house then snuck in here.”

  “When you put it like that it sounds bad.”

  “It is bad! Kiesha—”

  “I’m going. I’m going. Sheesh.”

  “We are not finished with this conversation. You also traveled out here on your scooter in this weather. That’s not safe. Jonny Jacks called me as I was on my way home to tell me that you nearly slid off the road down by the church.”

  “Jonny Jacks,” she spat out. “You’d think he’d have better things to do with his time than tattle on me. I’m going to lay a complaint about him for stalking me.”

  “Kiesha,” he said sternly.

  “Gotta go! You need any girl time, Georgie, just call me. We’ll send Ed out for more tampons. Toodles.”

  She high-tailed it out of there, leaving silence in her wake. She’d also left all the sex toys. Shoot. Georgina swallowed heavily. Even though she hadn’t realized that Kiesha was going to do any of that, she still felt guilty as hell. Of course, that could partly be due to the dildo to the eye incident.

  “Don’t call it the dildo to the eye incident,” he grumbled, holding up the bag of frozen peas to his eye. “You realize she’s going to tell everyone. I’m never going to live it down.”

  “I’m so sorry. Really. I didn’t mean to do it.”

  “Hush. I know you didn’t. I’m not mad.”

  She bit at her lip. She’d heard that before. And then she’d be given the cold shoulder for days in punishment. She would rather he just yelled at her, got it out of his system.

  “Hey, look at me. Georgie. Look at me.”

  “Couldn’t you just tell me what you really think? How you’re mad at me for giving you a black eye with a dildo and embarrassing you. I’d rather you did that than you were silently mad at me for days.”

  Her breathing came faster.

  “Georgie—”

  “I hate when people pretend everything is all right when it isn’t. It’s not fair to say everything is okay or you understand or whatever, then wallow in things and give people the silent treatment.”

  “All right. Stop. Just stop.” His hands went around her waist and he lifted her onto the counter. Stuff was shoved aside and the butt plugs fell to the floor. Then he had her chin in his hand, and her gaze was caught by his.

  “Listen to me. Are you hearing what I say?”

  She nodded.

  “Words,” he said in a commanding voice.

  “I’m listening.”

  He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Good girl. Now, I promise that if I say something is all right, I mean it. I’m not secretly stewing over something or upset.”

  She licked her lips nervously. “What happens if I disappoint you? Or make you mad?”

  He stared at her for a long moment. “What are you worried will happen?”

  A sigh escaped her lips. “It’s really annoying when someone answers a question with a question.”

  His lips twitched. “Sorry, you’re right. I guess that would depend on the circumstances. I’d try to talk it out with you.

  “You won’t freeze me out? Stop talking to me?”

  “No. I can promise I won’t do that to you, ever. If I’m upset about something to do with you, then I will tell you. And if you do something that warrants punishment, I promise that punishment won’t ever consist of the silent treatment. It’s more likely to result in you getting a red ass.”

  “Ed!”

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  He watched as heat filled her cheeks.

  Maybe it was a bit mean of him, but he enjoyed making her blush. Seeing the sparks shooting from her eyes as she glared at him. Much better than the emotionless mask she used to hide what she was really thinking. Having her angry and blushing was definitely preferable to seeing her look ashamed or stressed as she had just before.

  “You cannot spank me.”

  “I can’t? Hmm, that’s a shame. Been dreaming about turning you over my knee, pulling your pants down, and taking my hand to that lily-white ass.”

  “You’re the sheriff!”

  “So? That means I don’t get to spank you?”

  “It . . . I . . . I’m an FBI agent! FBI agents don’t get spanked.”

  He grinned. “They don’t? What do they get? Reprimanded? Scolded? Or do they get put in the naughty corner?”

  “Ed!” She held her hands up to her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re saying these things.”

  “We should talk about the consequences for breaking the rules. Especially as I have a feeling that you might have broken a few already.” He glanced sternly down at the cup of coffee on the counter. “That your first cup?”

  He placed his hand around it before she could answer. “I’m thinking not, since it’s still slightly warm and the coffee pot is nearly empty.”

  She gave him a guilty look. Yeah, just what he’d thought.

  “I can’t survive on one cup of coffee a day, Ed. That’s barbaric. It’s cruel and unusual punishment. Much like having to call my mother.” She winced as her phone rang. “Which I really need to do.”

  He raised his eyebrows. She seemed to have a strained relationship with her mother. “I’ll go get your phone. You can talk to your mother. Then you can explain why your foot is bandaged.”

  “Oh, that.” She looked down at her foot as though she’d forgotten about it.

  “Yes, that.�
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  He turned and walked down the passage.

  “No, wait, I’ll get it.”

  “You stay where you are,” he commanded.

  “Oh shoot. I’m in so much trouble.”

  What was she talking about? The fact that she’d gotten herself a second cup of coffee? Yeah, she was in trouble for that. Then he walked into the bedroom where the phone sat on the bedside drawers. And he saw exactly why she was in so much trouble.

  Little brat hadn’t eaten even a bite of the breakfast he’d made. He picked up her phone, putting it on the tray.

  It was time they had a serious chat about rules and consequences. And it was going to end up with someone not being able to sit well.

  She’s just out of the hospital. She doesn’t trust you fully. You can’t spank her. Not yet.

  Damn, but his hand itched to, though.

  He picked up the tray and carried it out to the kitchen, setting it down on the counter beside her. She looked guiltily up at him. “I’m sorry. I was going to eat it. But I just needed another cup of coffee before calling my mother. So I came into the kitchen and as I was pouring one, Kiesha arrived and well . . . sex toys.”

  “Sex toys? That’s your explanation?”

  “Do I need to say anything more?”

  He snorted. Not really. He would have just accepted, ‘Kiesha happened’ as an excuse. However, eating was important and he’d left her with specific instructions.

  “What did I tell you before I left for work?” he asked her.

  “To eat before I had a cup of coffee.”

  “And did you eat?”

  “No.”

  “And did you stick to one cup of coffee?”

  She shifted around on the stool. “No.”

  “Did you take your iron tablet?” he asked, even though he could see it on the tray.

  “You know I didn’t.”

  “What happened to your foot?”