When We Burn (The Blackwells of Montana, #1)

by Kristen Proby

Good girl, I mouth to her, and her cheeks redden.

want to call you a nickname. You call me stuff.” “Not chief.” I shake my head and bite half of a breadstick. “Pick something else.” “Daddy?” I choke and reach for my tea as she laughs across from me. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s going to be the death of me.

“You want to call me daddy, kitten?”

I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. To be here with this man.

“Did you sell your soul to the devil to look like this?”

“Your cock is so big and hard, and I want it inside of me, Bridger.” Fuck me sideways. “Good girl.”