Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (good book club books txt) 📗

water was cool and she realized that she’d been thirsty.

“Let’s get a cart.”

She turned to follow Ed towards where a couple of large, metal carts were stacked. They had a seat at the front where someone could sit, but instead of being child-sized these were adult-sized.

Ed turned to look down at her. “Want to ride in the cart?”

He still thought he should take her home.

Why the hell hadn’t he thought to talk to her about this place, first? What kind of an idiotic move was it to make this a surprise? Yeah, one hell of a surprise, sending her into a panic attack.

Idiot.

She gaped at the cart then up at him. “No way.”

He could tell she was lying. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Georgie-girl, it’s okay if you’re scared or unsure. But it is not okay to lie to me.”

Her eyes dropped guiltily. “Sorry, it’s just. I don’t think I can.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to.”

Surprise filled her face then understanding. She nodded.

This wasn’t going how he’d planned. He’d wanted to give her a fun experience. She was still clenching her jaw. Cupping her face in his hands, he massaged her jaw gently until she relaxed more. Then he moved his thumb to her lips. Unsurprisingly, she opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb. This had become something comforting for both of them.

When the tensions seeped from her shoulders, he slid his thumb free.

“Come on, how about we start in the toy aisle first.”

He’d expected her eyes to light up. What Little didn’t like toys?

She gave him a smile, but he didn’t see the excitement he was hoping for. Unless he had it wrong . . .

“Or we could start looking at some clothes.”

Happiness filled her eyes. Okay, that surprised him. She didn’t seem like she was that interested in clothes.

And you just judged her by her appearance. Asshole.

“Alright, my girl. Where do you want to start?”

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“Big Daddy! Look at this! Can I please have it?”

It hadn’t taken her as long as he’d thought it was to get into the swing of things.

“I’m still not sure about that nickname,” he grumbled.

She turned to him, holding a plastic sword in her hand. “But Big Daddy, you are big. All over.” She ran her gaze down him, lingering on his dick.

Lord help him.

“Fine, brat. You can call me Big Daddy.” He pointed a finger at her. “But don’t you dare tell Kiesha that’s what you call me.”

She just grinned. “Can we get this? Oh, we’ll need two though. So we can have sword fights.”

“I don’t know about that. You could fall over and—”

“I know, I know, hit my head.” She rolled her eyes and let out a huge, over-exaggerated sigh.

Drawing her close, he put his foot up on one of the shelves and tipped her over his leg.

“Daddy!” she screeched.

“Was that attitude you were just giving me, little girl?” he growled. He smacked his hand down on her bottom.

“Daddy, no, put me down.”

After several more smacks, he set her back down. She scowled at him, while rubbing her behind. He just grinned because he knew he hadn’t hit her that hard.

“Daddy, not nice.” She wiggled her finger at him. “I won’t buy you a pirate sword if you’re going to be mean.”

He snorted. “You best watch that sassy mouth before you end up in the corner while I continue shopping. And if I’m doing the shopping, then I’m buying some extra-large butt plugs.”

Her mouth dropped open then she smiled sweetly. “Why, Big Daddy, I have no idea what you mean. I is a good girl. But please, can we get these?”

“Of course we can, anything for my girl.” He put two swords in the trolley.

Yay! She was so lucky to have such a nice Daddy. Even if he did like to spank a bit too much. They turned into another aisle and he picked up something that had her coming to a sharp stop and putting her hands over her butt.

“Nuh-uh, Daddy. You can’t get that.”

“Xavier said they’re the best sort of thermometer,” he murmured, reading the back of the package that held a rectal thermometer.

Urgh. Not happening.

“You are not putting that in my butt.”

“Georgie-girl, this is far smaller than the plugs you’ve had in your butt.”

“Yeah, but, I just know I don’t want that in my bottom.” She pointed at the horrible thing. Not. Happening.

“Tough. We’re getting one. And if you keep acting up, I’ll start to think you’re getting ill. I’m sure Aunt Marie won’t mind if I test your temperature right now.”

Oh, he wouldn’t.

He crossed his wide arms over his chest and stared down at her.

“Fine. But if you lose it, you can’t buy another one.”

He looked confused for a moment then gave her the ‘Ed look’. “If that thermometer goes missing, then I will buy another one. And I’ll also redden a certain little brat’s bottom.”

Darn it. There went that plan.

“Cheer up, my girl. At least I’m not insisting on nightly temperature checks. I could do that you know.”

Okay. Message received.

She’d been outplayed by Big Daddy.

It was all she could do not to bounce around in excitement as she looked at everything Ed was piling up onto the counter for Aunt Marie to tally up. They’d bought way too many things. Her credit card was going to get a fair hit. But it wasn’t like she was short of money. She barely spent any of her wages and she still had some money left in her trust from her father.

And everything that they’d chosen brought her so much joy. So how could it be a bad purchase? Well, nearly everything. She wasn’t so sure about the heart-shaped paddle Ed had picked up. He’d even swung it against the palm of his hand a few times.

They’d also gotten some cute ice packs with pictures of parrots on them as well as another sippy cup and a bottle. The bottle wasn’t something she thought she was going to want to use. But Ed insisted