Tymber Dalton - Contractual Obligation

Her father watched but didn’t comment.

As the nurse talked with Harrison, she changed out Harper’s IV meds and took her vitals. She updated the chart. “Any more questions, sir?”

Now satisfied Harper wasn’t dying, he’d apparently been appeased. “No,” he said, his tone gentler than before. “Thank you, nurse.” He returned his attention to Harper. “You sure have a way of scaring the crap out of me, you know that?”

“Considering this is my first hospitalization since I was a kid, I think you’re exaggerating just a little, Daddy.”

“Maybe,” he groused. “But you’re still my little girl.”

“You should go get something to eat,” she said, more to get him out of there than anything.

He looked at Doug and Tate, but didn’t say anything to them. “You’re right,” he said. “I’ll stop by again before visiting hours end.” He kissed her. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, Daddy. Thank you for the balloons.” When he left, she noticed Tate and Doug visibly relaxed. “You two will have to face him at some point. You know you will.”

“Just not today and not here,” Tate said as he glanced at the time. “But he’s right, we need to go take care of some stuff at the office and let you get some sleep.” He kissed her. “We promise we’ll play nice.”

Doug agreed as he leaned in to kiss her. “Yes, we won’t get into it with him or Gorden. We’ll come back later.”

“I love both of you.”

Both men smiled. “Love you, too,” Tate said.

Doug laughed. “Me, too. You realize when we get you home we’re going to show you, right?”

“I hope so.”

When she was alone again, she closed her eyes and listened to the TV as she tried to sleep. She’d gone from being virtually alone, to having two men in love with and devoted to her.

How’d I get so lucky?

Maybe she’d have to start rereading some of her Kindle books to find out how those heroines handled having two hunky heroes at their disposal.

They discharged her two days later. With no sign of infection and her surgical incision healing well, the doctor signed off on letting her go home. Her father tried to get her to come home with him, but she gently refused both his and Gorden’s offers to host her during her recovery.

She wanted to be alone, at home, with her men.

Tate and Doug got her settled on the couch in the living room with the remote and, yes, her laptop. They finally relented and said she could use it as long as she didn’t wear herself out. That first night back at home, sleeping snugly nestled between both men, Harper began to realize maybe her dreams could come true, that she could have it all. Love and a career. Even better, a career working hand in hand with the men she loved.

Despite their flirting and teasing that seriously stoked her libido and her ego, neither man made a serious attempt to seduce her over the next several days. Both feared injuring her and wanted to wait until she had healed and the doctor cleared her to safely engage in sex again.

They did, however, take great pains to purchase and load new erotic books onto her Kindle. They also took great care of her, one of them staying home with her while the other went in to work, switching off every day so she wasn’t left alone.

After the third day at home, she couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going stir-crazy. I want to go out.”

The men grumbled a little, bound and determined to keep her home and healing, but agreed to go out for dinner. She picked a sushi place not too far from the house. Once they were settled at a table, she said, “You two realize I’m not going to break, right?”

The men exchanged a glance. “We’re not taking any chances,” Tate said.

Doug agreed. “We already feel guilty enough. If we let anything happen to you, your dad and Gorden will kill us and dump our bodies in the Gulf.”

That was a revelation. Not the body dumping, she expected that, but their guilt. “Guilty over what?”

The men exchanged another glance. Tate said, “That it took us so long to find you the other morning.”

She sat back. “Beep beep, back the truck up. I thought it was like around seven when you found me?”

“It was,” Doug said.

“You make it sound like I laid there all night or something.”

Both men blushed. “If we had gone to talk to you sooner,” Tate said, “instead of…Well, we feel badly about that.”

She fought the urge to both laugh and roll her eyes at them. She leaned in and motioned them to do the same so she could drop her voice. “Listen to me, you two. I’m only going to say this once. You two have nothing to feel guilty about. I didn’t lay on the floor all night. I was getting up that morning when I heard you two. I should have gone and knocked on your door and woken you up in the middle of the night and asked you to take me to the hospital, but I thought I could tough it out until morning. Had you come to check on me, I still wouldn’t have asked to go to the hospital. Okay? So dump the guilt. That’s an order.”

She grabbed an order pad from the holder on the table and started putting her order together. Part of her fumed. While she liked being taken care of, she didn’t like being treated like an invalid. She wasn’t used to it, and it rubbed against the grain to the very core of her being.

They needed a distraction.

As her pencil hovered over a selection, a smile curved her lips. Distraction .

She knew exactly the distraction they needed.

When they returned home, she herded the men upstairs. In the bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed. She pointed at them. “You two. Strip. Now.”

The men looked at each other, grinned, and started removing their clothes.

Harper leaned back and watched with a smile. “That’s right. Give me a show.”

“Oh, she wants a show,” Tate said. He grabbed Doug and kissed him before they both had their shirts off.

Harper felt her clit throb at the site. She’d seen them kiss before, but not like that. Always quick “love you” pecks in passing or at bedtime.

This was damn sexy.

“That’s real good,” she said. She peeled off her underwear and dropped it on the floor. Then she pulled up her skirt and started playing with herself. When the men saw her, they froze, enthralled by the sight. “Did I say you two could stop kissing?” she asked. “And why aren’t you still getting naked?”

The men laughed and continued kissing, working on each other’s shirt buttons until they were both naked from the waist up.

“Excellent,” she said. “Now your pants.”

They kicked their shoes off and started working on each other’s belt and slacks until they were both standing there naked, their stiff cocks rubbing together as they kissed.

She pulled her shirt, bra, and skirt off and scooted back on the bed. She patted the mattress in front of her. “Come here, boys.”

Smiling, they complied, crawling up the bed like they were stalking her.

“Uh-uh,” she chastised, shaking a finger at them. “I’m in charge tonight.” She knew she wasn’t up for a full-on fucking, but she wanted relief and wanted to see them together. She spread her legs and pointed down at her swollen clit. “Take care of me first, and then I’ll let you take care of each other.”

The men practically dove on top of her. She didn’t know whose fingers ended up inside her pussy and ass or whose tongue exactly was on her clit, and she didn’t care. They each reached a hand up to play with her nipples as she lay back with a happy moan. She stroked their hair as they serviced her, bringing her several hard orgasms that left her shaking and trembling on the bed.