Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies, #3)

by Roberts, Laylah

  Two dark cars were already parked right at the back of the parking area. Kent parked up facing them. Zeke pulled in next to him.

  Kent turned around to stare at her as he undid his seatbelt. “Keep her safe.”

  “Got it,” Bain replied.

  Bain exited the truck when Kent did and moved around to the driver’s seat. She peered around the seat as she watched Kent approach Mr. Markovich, who had gotten out of one of the cars. Two goons were behind him, one of whom was Gray.

  Zeke and Donovan hung back a bit.

  “Keep back,” Bain said sharply as she leaned further out. “I want you out of their line of sight.”

  She noticed Bain didn’t take his eyes off his surroundings.

  “I wish we could hear what they’re saying.”

  “Kent’s telling Markovich that he’s not happy about the incident the other night in the parking lot of Suck ’n Blow. He’s especially angry over him making you pay your brother’s debt.”

  “What? How do you know that?”

  “Everyone is wearing a mic.” He was silent. “Yep, roger that.”

  “What?” she asked again, confused.

  He sighed. “I’m answering Macca.”

  “Oh, he’s out there? Where is he?”

  “None of your business.”

  “Well, that’s rude. What are they saying now?” she asked.

  “You always talk this much?” he muttered.

  “Nobody has ever complained that I talk too much.”

  “You do.”

  She glared at his back. Then poked her tongue out.

  “I saw that,” he said in a low, rumbly voice.

  She sat back in her seat with a thump. She chewed at her thumbnail nervously, ruining Kent’s good work from the other night.

  “What’s taking so long?” She shifted around on her seat.

  “You need the toilet?” Bain asked.

  She froze. “No.” Well, kind of. “I’m just nervous.”

  “Settle in. He’ll be done soon. Your man is tough and smart.”

  “Were you in the SEALs too?”

  “None of your business.”

  She sighed. “Are you always like this?”

  “Like what?”

  “Um, grumpy, untalkative.”

  “Been talking more than I usually do. Shit.”

  “What? What is it?” She reached for her seatbelt. Why, she didn’t know. Wasn’t like she could get out there and help.

  “Stay where you are,” Bain snapped. “Markovich wants to see you.”

  “Oh. Shall I get out?”

  “No.”

  No. Right. He didn’t want to expand on that?

  “Got it,” he said.

  “Got what?” she asked, confused.

  This time he turned to her. “Kent is going to let Markovich talk to you, but you stick right by me. You move more than three inches away from me and I’m gonna haul you back. You disobey me and first chance I get, I’m gonna blister your ass. Don’t care if you’re the boss’s girl or not, got me?”

  “I-I got you.”

  “My only focus is you. You are the body I am guarding. Everything goes to shit and I will get you out of there, my focus is not on anyone else and neither is yours. I am your world right now. Got me?”

  “But Kent—”

  “Can take care of himself. He’s got Zeke and Don there. It’s you and me, got it?”

  “Got it.”

  “You don’t talk to anyone without an okay from me or Kent, got it?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you stick to my left side. Not in front, not behind unless I tell you. Okay?”

  “You’re making me really nervous.”

  “Good. Nervous will mean you do as I say. Nervous is good. I’m going to get out and come around for you. Number one rule?”

  “I do what you say.”

  “And?”

  “I stick close to you.”

  “Right. Wait there.” He climbed out and moved cautiously around to her door. He opened it and leaned across her to undo her seatbelt which she had forgotten to do.

  “Climb down,” he told her.

  She slid down, nearly tripping over her big feet and landing in a heap at his feet. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even seem to notice, which she was grateful for. He moved and she did her best to move with him. She didn’t focus on anything except getting to Kent. When they grew close, Bain stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

  She wasn’t sure what to do. No one was talking. So, she waved at Gray. He gave her an incredulous look and she felt slightly embarrassed.

  What to do now? Bain said not to talk. But that was damn hard when she was so nervous. She fidgeted, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

  Finally, Kent spoke. “As you can see, she’s here. Now, I want your agreement that she’s off-limits. Don’t care what beef you have with her brother; she doesn’t come into it.”

  “I’m keeping the money I already have.”

  “Fine,” Kent growled.

  “I want to speak to her for a moment.”

  She opened her mouth to reply, she was right here after all, but Bain made a low, warning noise. Right, she was supposed to stay quiet unless given permission. Sheesh. This all seemed silly to her. How many times had she met safely with Mr. Markovich and Gray?

  “Fine,” Kent said. He then half-turned to her. But his expression didn’t change from badass. She had to admit, it was a turn-on.

  “Abigail, how are you?”

  “Fine, Mr. Markovich, and you? Hey, Gray.”

  Gray sighed.

  “Don’t mind Gray, he’s on bodyguard duty,” Mr. Markovich said. “Guards aren’t supposed to speak.”

  “Oh right.”

  “Abby, are you well?”

  “Me?” She looked at him, startled. “Why wouldn’t I be fine?”

  Mr. Markovich was an attractive man. Older, probably in his late forties, he always dressed well and smelled nice. But he wasn’t a good guy. She knew that. However, he’d always treated her fairly.

  “You’re with this man of your own free will?” he asked.

  “Kent? Yes, of course, I am.”

  “You’re certain?”

  “Yes. Why do you keep asking? I want to be with Kent. I love him.”

  Oh shit. Oh fuck. Had she just blurted that out? There was a moment of silence.

  “Enough,” Kent barked. “You’ve talked to her. We have a deal?”

  “Yes, we do.” Mr. Markovich stared at her strangely. “Goodbye, Abby.”

  “Bye. Bye, Gray.”

  She wasn’t offended when he didn’t say goodbye in return.

  “Bain, get her in the truck.” Bain walked her back and helped her in the back, doing up her seat belt for her. Kent said something to him as he approached and Bain climbed in the other truck. Kent climbed in and started his truck, pulling out. She turned to see Mr. Markovich watching them as they pulled away. He’d seemed different tonight. Slightly sad.

  Okay, now she felt silly sitting in the back seat while he was in the front.

  “Can I move over to the front?” she asked.

  “No,” Kent said.

  There was some tension that she didn’t know the source of. “Are you mad at me for getting out of the truck?”

  “Of course not, I’m the one who told Bain to bring you out.”

  So it wasn’t that.

  “You’re still mad at me for coming with you?”

  “Did you mean what you said back there?” he asked, pulling to the side of the road. He put the truck into park and then turned to stare at her intently. “That you love me?”

  She bit her lip. “Did that make you angry?”

  “Did you mean it?”

  “Yes,” she said in a quiet voice.

  “Good,” he said before putting the truck back into drive and heading down the road.

  Good? That was it, good?

  Okay, now she was starting to get a bit mad. S
he crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Did you know he wants you?” Kent asked suddenly.

  “Who?”

  “Markovich. He wants you.”

  “No, he doesn’t.” Wants her? What did he mean?

  “He did. It’s why he wanted to see you. Any sign you weren’t happy and I think he would have tried to take you from me.”

  “He didn’t want me. He was taking money from me each week for a debt that wasn’t even mine! He’s a bad guy.”

  “It was a good way to see you each week. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was going to make a move soon. He was surprisingly easy to convince to give up extorting money from you.”

  Oh. She shook her head. She couldn’t believe it.

  “He wasn’t...he didn’t want me.”

  He just sighed. When he pulled up outside his house, he was still acting kind of weird. He came around and opened her door as usual, helping her down. But instead of putting her on her feet, he swung her up into his arms and carried her inside.

  “Kent! What are you doing?”

  “You love me.” He got them inside then shut and locked the door without budging her at all.

  “Yes. I love you.”

  “You love me,” he repeated as though he couldn’t believe it.

  “Yes. How do you feel about me?” How did he feel about her?

  He reached the staircase then paused to glance down at her. “Baby, I think I fucking fell in love with you that night in the back room of that fucking awful bar that you’ll never visit again.”

  “You did not.” She blushed as he set her down next to the bed.

  He cupped her face between his hands. “I did.”

  “It’s not possible to fall in love like that.”

  “Baby, I did,” he growled. “Are you seriously arguing about when I fell in love with you?”

  “I guess that is a bit silly, isn’t it?”

  “It is,” he growled. “Now get naked. I’m in the mood to tie you up and fuck you. I cannot believe I fucking took you into that situation tonight.”

  “I was safe.”

  “You may not have been.”

  “But I was,” she soothed, knowing that was his greatest fear.

  “You have five seconds to get naked,” he commanded.

  “Five seconds, I can’t get naked in five seconds!”

  “One.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m going!” She’d never gotten naked so quickly, she threw her clothes onto the floor, something she’d never usually do. But she still had her bra half on by the time he got to five.

  He shook his head. “That’s gonna cost you.” He strode over to his magic bag of tricks and pulled out a silken scarf as well as a spreader bar. He wrapped one end of the scarf around the headboard. “Up here on your hands and knees with your arms out in front of you. Place your chest flat on the mattress.”

  She shot him a worried look but got into position. He wrapped the scarf gently around her wrists. The bruises were mostly gone but he was still so gentle with her.

  “Spread those legs,” he commanded.

  She widened her legs and felt him place the cuffs around her ankles. Then he ran his hand down her ass before lightly slapping it. Again and again, he smacked her ass. Building up a heat in her bottom. The spanks became harder and faster until she was gasping and groaning, the heat in her ass becoming a deep burn that she knew she was going to feel for a long while.

  “Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. Nothing more gorgeous than a bound sub with a red ass, is there? Bet you’re wishing you moved quicker, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Sort of. Part of her knew he needed this and she wanted to give it to him. Part of her also liked the burning in her ass. Especially as she knew what was coming next.

  “I need your ass tonight, baby girl. We’re moving up to one of the bigger plugs. You ready for this?”

  “As ready as I’ll ever be, Sir.”

  Rustling noises, that telltale sound of lube being expelled from the bottle. Then his finger ran between her ass cheeks, pushing it deep inside her, spreading lube around. She moaned softly. She couldn’t help it. She loved this feeling of being penetrated.

  “That’s my girl, relax for Daddy.”

  Two fingers. Oh hell. Felt so good. And so full. He withdrew his fingers and slowly started to insert the plug. Her insides were stretched. The burn now just wasn’t on the outside of her ass. She took a deep breath out, forcing herself to relax.

  KENT STARED DOWN AT the plug disappearing into her ass. His cock throbbed with the need to take its place. He wanted to drive himself deep. Hear her whimpering as she struggled to take his dick.

  Okay, calm down.

  Slow down. Take your time. You have to prepare her. Make it good for her.

  He twisted the plug when it was halfway inside her. He’d hated having her anywhere near Markovich. He’d wanted to attack the bastard for even thinking he got to breathe his precious girl’s air. But common sense had prevailed.

  Just.

  But now, he needed this. To be in complete command. To demand her submission. As Sir and Daddy. He finally seated the plug deep and just took a moment to stare at her. Then he started to strip.

  “I need a taste of that pussy, sweet girl.” He lay on his back between her legs and grabbing hold of her hips, pulled her pussy down to his mouth. He started by lapping at her. Just soft, slow licks of his tongue that he knew had to be driving her insane. Her body shook over him. Her breath coming in soft pants.

  “Sir!” she cried out.

  “Yes?”

  “More? Please?”

  “More what?” he asked.

  A beat of silence. He went back to his gentle exploration. Fuck, the taste of her was amazing. Freaking addictive.

  “Please touch my clit. Make me come. I need you. I need to come. Please, Sir. Please, Daddy.”

  “Poor baby. So wet. So hot. Let me see what I can do.” This time, he concentrated on her clit, flicking at it in hard drives of his tongue. Faster. Faster. He felt trembles rock her body, then she stiffened, her cries growing more frantic and as he felt the first wave of her orgasm hit her, he moved his tongue to her entrance and drove it home. She convulsed around him and he drank her down, reveling in her cries.

  He lapped at her as she came back down from her high, her thighs trembling. His cock ached; his balls so tight he was in pain. Coming out from under her he moved to lay next to her, rolling onto his side to face her as he ran his hand up and down her back.

  “How you doing, baby? Okay?”

  She turned her head. The look on her face could only be described as pure bliss. “Yeah, you could say that.”

  Leaning in, he kissed her lightly then deeper. Need drove him. Fiery. Hard. All-consuming.

  “I need you, baby. So fucking much.”

  “Take me. I’m ready for you.”

  He grinned at her fiercely. “That’s my girl.”

  Without waiting another second, because he wanted inside her now, he moved around behind her on his knees and grasping hold of the bottle of lube, he squirted some on his hand to rub up and down his thick shaft.

  He had to clench his jaw together in order to maintain his control. Fuck, he was too close to the edge. He took a moment just to breathe and calm down before playing with her, driving the plug in and out, twisting it, listening and loving the way her moans filled the room.

  Finally, he drew the plug fully out then threw it away and grabbed hold of his shaft.

  “Here we go, baby girl. Stay nice and relaxed for me.” Fuck him, if that wasn’t one of the best sensations in the world. There were better, of course. Fucking her pussy. Watching her smile at him in happiness. Her calling him Daddy.

  But this was definitely up there. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Her pants grew harder.

  “All right, baby?” he asked, pausing for a moment.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  “No fucking chance.” Unless she a
sked him to. Hell, he was so wrapped around her little finger, he thought he’d do just about anything for his sweet girl.

  He pressed forward until he was fully seated inside her. Both of their skin was slick with sweat. His heart raced, his breath coming in fast pants. He felt like he’d already run a marathon.

  Pulling back, driving forward. Over and over. He reached around her hip to find her clit and rubbed it lightly as he fucked her ass with thrust after thrust. Her cries told him she was close again already.

  “Sir! Daddy!”

  “Yeah, you’re going to come for me again. I want to feel you pulsing around me, sucking me inside you. Taking me. That’s it. Take me, baby girl.”

  He felt the orgasm rush through him, building in his lower back then rushing out. Abby screamed and she clenched down around him. And that was it.

  He was gone. Diving into bliss. The world fading around him as he fell into his girl.

  TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Abby was yawning as she felt Kent move.

  “Where are you going?” she asked. She was exhausted and snuggly. He’d already cleaned them both up, wasn’t it time for sleep?

  “Got something for you. Left it in my truck.” He brushed his lips over her forehead. “Stay here and I’ll go get it.”

  Now she was wide awake. She sat up, waiting for him, her curiosity fully piqued as she saw him return with the mysterious paper bag that Charlie handed him earlier. He sat on the mattress next to her, facing her, his thigh brushing hers.

  He cleared his throat, looking nervous.

  “Kent?”

  “Sorry. Just hoping I did the right thing. I know how much Bun-bun meant to you and that it was painful when he was destroyed.”

  She bit her lower lip. She felt like a bit of a wimp to be so upset over a stuffed toy, but she’d had him a long time.

  “Well, he wasn’t repairable, you know that.”

  She nodded.

  “But I did grab a piece of his ear for you. Then I had Charlie sow it up.” He pulled Bun-bun’s ear from the bag. It didn’t have any stuffing and had been sown neatly up the back where it had been ripped. “I thought you might like a piece of Bun-bun to keep. But if it’s too weird or not right then don’t feel you have to—oomph.” He grabbed hold of her as she threw herself at him.