Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (top 10 novels to read .TXT) 📕

“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 given 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