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

was messed up around men because of him. But I know most men are good. I know that even though you say I’m not leaving, that’s not because you intend to lock me up in your basement.”

“That’s right.” He nodded. “Because I don’t have a basement.”

“Ed!” She expected him to smile, but he just gave her a serious look.

“I’m not some psycho killer or stalker, but don’t underestimate my need for you, Georgie-girl. You are mine.”

They stared at each other for a long moment. She was breathing heavily, as though she’d run a marathon. He was the first to blink. “Fuck, I’m supposed to be reducing your stress levels, not adding to them. Georgie—”

“No.”

He raised a brow. “No?”

“No, that doesn’t stress me out. Your possessiveness, it’s part of the reason I feel safe around you. I guess . . . I guess I need to know that you’re all in. So I can try to be all in.” She licked her lips.

“I get it. There’s nothing you need to hide from me.”

“Not even my Little,” she whispered. It wasn’t a question. More of a revelation. She really didn’t have to hide anymore.

“Never hide her.”

“I’m still a bit nervous.”

“Full disclosure?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

She had to smile. She was certain that he wasn’t. But it was nice of him to try and put her at ease.

“While I’ve been to clubs and played, I’ve never had a relationship with a Little. And I’ve never been with anyone as important as you are. So yeah, I’m nervous.”

“You’re important to me too,” she whispered. “What if I decide to go back to work?” Her heart skipped a beat at the thought and not in a good way. She felt anxiety bubbling in her stomach and had to work hard not to let it show.

She obviously failed because he immediately sat and drew her into his arms. She buried her face in his chest and he ran his hand up and down her back.

“Easy, my girl. Deep slow breaths. Now, I’m not going to tell you what to do.”

She snorted.

He let out a short laugh. “Yeah, well, let’s amend that. I’m not going to tell you what to do when it comes to your career. You decide to go back, then I’ll support you. And we’ll make us work. But if it’s going to be detrimental to your health, well, we might need to make some tough decisions. Because I want you living a nice, long, healthy life. By my side.”

That’s what she wanted too.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I wasn’t an agent.”

“Right now, you’re still recovering from being in the hospital. We need to help you relax. Whatever happens later, we’ll work it out together. But we don’t give up on us, promise?” He held up his finger. She had to giggle. Here was this big, burly guy holding up his small pinky finger.

“Pinky promise.”

“You realize you can’t break a pinky promise,” he said to her sternly. “It comes with grave consequences if you do.”

“Like what?”

“No cupcakes for a month for a start.”

She gasped, placing her hand on her chest. “That’s terrible. Cruel and unusual punishment.”

Leaning in, he kissed her lips. “Then you best make sure you keep your promises.”

“I always try to.”

“Lie back, I’ll get you dressed.”

She figured there was little point in arguing. Lying on her back, she knew she was blushing like crazy as he parted the towel then he slipped her panties up her legs.

“You really do have the prettiest, most delicious pussy.” He patted her mound affectionately.

Her face went bright red. “Oh Lord. The things you say.”

He had no shame. She carried enough shame for the two of them. What would it be like to just say what she thought without second-guessing it all the time?

Isn’t that what you’ve been doing? Blurting out what you’ve been thinking?

Holy. Heck. It was a revelation. She didn’t overthink everything with him. Because she didn’t have to.

“Georgie-girl?”

“You make me feel safe,” she told him suddenly.

His face softened. “I’ll always protect you.”

“Not just physically. I know I still overthink things, but it’s nothing like what I usually do. And I don’t have to guard myself around you. I don’t overanalyze everything that I do or say. It’s freeing.”

“Fuck. That’s the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He leaned over her and kissed her. Hard. Hot.

“You’re a strange man, Ed Granger.” She grinned at him. “And I’m coming to realize that I like strange things.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Damn, baby, you’re in the right town if you like strange things.”

“This might just be the best little town in the world.”

“Eh, we attempted to get that title. But then Aunt Marie did a naked dance against giving things labels and the judging panel disqualified us.”

“Your aunt did a naked dance?”

“She’s not my aunt. She’s the town’s aunt. We all call her that. You’ll meet her eventually. If she’s naked, just keep your gaze at eye level. It’s rude to stare.”

“I . . . I . . . don’t even know what to say.”

He just grunted.

“We need to get you some more clothes. Definitely some more of these cute onesies. And you need something comfy to wear around the house. No offense, but the rest of your clothes are awful.”

“No offense taken.” They were awful. They were boring and drab and nothing that she wanted to be anymore. “Is there somewhere we could go close by?”

“Yep, I know just the place. But maybe tomorrow. This will work for today and I want you to rest some more. We also need to talk about the rules and you could have some Little time, if you’d like that.”

“I think I would.” She was starting to feel a bit more relaxed and at ease. Still nervous, but she guessed that was to be expected.

He had the onesie up over her legs by now. Then he helped her stand and he drew it up over the rest of her body. “Do you want a bra?”

“Nothing